One Word: Why?
By: Dark-Angel6212
Chapter 7: Blood
A/N: Gah! I SHALL NEVER NAME MY CHILD DYLAN, ANGEL, JEB, LISSA OR BRIGID! *Turns around and faces camera.* Oh, sorry about that. I was just reading the sixth installment of the Maximum Ride series- Fang. And I must say- my TO-KILL list is growing rapidly. I hate Angel's attitude, Jeb needs to fudge off and get his little arse out of America and Dylan needs to be murdered with a toothpick! Strong feelings? Yes. Passionate feelings? Yes (I consider hatred a passion). Creative ideas of murder popping into your head to kill a certain author with the initials JP? Most definitely.
But enough of me throwing my emotions at your face (what are you my shrink? … o_o). I spent my fourth of July amazingly :D Drove 'round Miami Beach, ate at a restaurant, and stayed in Barnes and Noble until it closed. American? Not really. Fireworks? If you count romance fireworks going off in my head as I read Maximum Ride then, yes. Apple pie? No (sad face).
Wait... What's the point of these A/Ns anyway? Do I just scream at you and pretend to eat bacon my mother doesn't buy because she's on a "diet" or whatever she calls it- it only lasts like a month.
Hmm... Shout out to anyone that tells me what these A/Ns are for (I just ramble about random stuff that pop into my head and most likely bore you to death with idiotic events that traumatize me and I experience throughout my childhood and include ridiculously long sentences in between parentheses (like this one) that leave you wondering "what was the original topic when I started reading this?" at the end and you most likely have to go back where the first parentheses is and read again).
I'll stop talking (typing really) now...
BUT BEFORE I DO: Is it strange that not all shrinks are *fun-sized (small)?
*I happen to know many miniature personas (which is kind of awkward 'cause I'm taller than average), and I do not call them tiny, small of midgets. They are FUN-SIZED!
SOTU (Song Of The Update):
#1- Love Like Woe by The Ready Set
#2- Ocean and Atlantic by Mayday Parade
I couldn't chose which one to put so I put both :D Hooray for smart thinking! Eh, not really.
I sat up in bed, panting and clutching my chest. My eyes scanned the room quickly in alert but I didn't see anything. Was that all a dream? There was no mark of any kind on my forearm and I registered no pain beside my stiff back and neck. Sighing, I stood up slowly and shoved my feet into my flip-flops, walking to my bathroom.
After rubbing my eyes I was able to see my reflection. Eyes sightly blood-shot and hair a wild mess I perfected my Frankenstein's My Boyfriend look. I unlocked my phone and looked at the time. It read 10:30. Ugh, I slept through lunch and dinner but surprisingly enough, I wasn't hungry. My mind was reeling, not fully convinced that everything was a dream.
I jogged into my room, grabbed my phone and went through my messages. Yup, I definitely texted Fang, had an unwanted conversation with a red-headed bimbo and everything that happened before that (meaning the kiss). But really- evil scientist? Come on, that only happens in cartoons. Deciding I needed some time to think and relax, I put on my running shoes, a tank-top and shorts. There's nothing like running around the block to get your thoughts straight.
I grabbed my i-pod and jogged down the stairs into the dark, silent house. Locking the door behind me, I started off with a steady jog down the street, to my left. What started off as a jog turned into a sprint, which turned into a fast run which continued to be a run-like-you're-being-chased-by-a-rapist-with-a-chainsaw-out-to-get-all-the-bacon-he-can-find, which ended as jog.
Thirty minutes into my run/jog, I turned another corner and spotted two drunk girls about my age, most likely coming from a party. They were giggling and tripping in ridiculously tall high-heels to match their skimpy, let's-show-more-skin-than-clothing, outfits. Sweat was dripping down my arms, face and legs, allowing me to receive disgusted looks from the sluts.
"Ew! Sweating is gross! Why do people exercise?" one of them asked.
"I know! Its so disgusting! Like, ever heard of tummy-tuck surgery?" They laughed.
"Ever heard of I'm not a plastic barbie doll with five different STD's? Bye, hope you can afford next week's pills!" I called with a sickly sweet smile.
Luckily, I had to turn the corner coming up so I didn't have to hear those annoying giggles. But when everything's coming your way, you're on the wrong lane- or at least that's how it works for me. Therefor, when I saw Fang sitting on a porch swing in front of his house I don't know why I was surprised.
I measured my options: go back, deal with annoying, giggling girls and walk away with a little blood on my clothes and fist or continue walking and deal with Fang. The latter sounds much better.
Slowing down to a walk, I continued down the street. Fang looked up and smiled a bit.
"What up Tooth Ache? Dentist find a cavity?" I walked up the porch steps and sat next to him.
"My dental hygiene is picture perfect. With these teeth, you don't need a flash in your camera," he grinned and pointed at his pearly whites.
"Oh please, mine are so much better," I grinned back to prove my point.
"So, what you doing walking around at this hour?"
"For you information, I was running until I crossed two giggling bimbos and then came across your poor, dark soul."
"My soul happens to acquire no solid color."
"Uh-huh. Anyways, wanna come walking with me?" I invited him.
"Ah, you admit you were walking, not running," Fang smirked, standing up making me frown and stand up.
"Oh come on, I didn't hurt Maxie's feelings, did I?" he asked in a baby voice.
"No, I enjoyed being taller than you for once and I said walking because I didn't think you could take my running speed."
Fang bent his knees so I was above him. Smiling, I watched him walk around the porch until I jumped on his back.
"Onward my noble steed!" I yelled and pointed toward the street.
"I'm no horse," he argued.
"Yes you are. Now, walk," I commanded.
He huffed but walked towards the sidewalk. I pulled his right ear indicating him to go right.
"Um, ow. That's my ear, y'know," he said. "And loosen your death grip woman, you're choking me."
"Gosh Fang, when did you turn so whiny?" I asked but loosened my hold a bit.
"The day I met you," he replied. I felt his mouth and sure enough it was in a smirk.
"What're you doing?" he asked pressing his lips in.
"You're smirking. Again," I answered simply.
"You say it like I always smirk."
"You do, its your thing."
Thankfully when we turned the corner, there were no drunk teenagers. I sighed in relief.
"What?" Fang asked.
"Thank God there are no drunk teenagers anymore."
"Can you get off my back now?"
"Is Fangy tired?" I asked in a baby voice.
"No, I just want to go home without a bruise around my neck."
"Okay," I replied sarcastically but got off.
A breeze wrapped around us, making my shiver. Damn it, why did I wear a tank-top? Fang noticed I was cold and pulled me against him, wrapping his arm behind me and gripping my forearm. I wrapped my arm around his waist, enjoying the warmth.
"Isn't your mom going to freak when she sees you're gone?" I asked.
"Nah, she's used to me walking around the block at night. You aren't the only one that walks to clear their head." Cue signature smirk.
"Okay- wait. How did you know I was walking to clear my head?"
He shrugged. "Aren't best friends supposed to know this stuff? Like, be able to read their best friend easily?"
"Yeah, I guess. I never, um, had a best friend before," I confessed.
"Me either."
"What 'bout Nudge, Ella and Gaz?" my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. They all looked like best buds to me.
"Well, yeah. But I can't talk with them the way I talk with you."
"Aw, Fangles is making me feel special," I almost said. Key word being almost. Instead I went with "mm."
"I had a friend before. Her name was J.J but she wasn't my best friend. In all honesty, she was only my friend because she was the only one not scared of me."
Fang half-smiled. "Now you know four people that aren't scared off you."
"I know, I think I'm losing my touch," I frowned as my house came into view.
"So you'd rather we were scared of you?" he asked.
"Well, no but- I don't know. Its confusing."
"It doesn't have to be," he whispered. "If only you would realize it."
"Huh? Realize what?" I was genuinely confused (A/N: I misspelled genuinely and a suggestion was genitals O_O And this should be reminding you of a kiss scene in MAX).
Fang stopped walking and turned to me. "Max, I like you and I want to be with you and I can also tell you like me. Please, why can't we be together?"
"I told you," I said, looking anywhere but his face. A crack in the sidewalk seemed promising. "I don't want to lose you, Fang. If we go out, when we break up, we will hate each other and I don't want to hate the person that knows me better than anyone else."
"What if I promise that will never happen, that I'll always be there for you?" he grabbed my hand.
"You don't know that," my voice was practically inaudible.
"Yes I do, Max."
"No you don't Fang," I clenched my teeth. "My dad told my mom that he would never hurt her and look how that turned out."
"But I'm not your dad," he brushed the hair away from my face and cupped my cheek, forcing me to look into his eyes. "When i see you hurt or unhappy it feels like someone is stabbing me all over my body with sharp knives. If I was the one to hurt you, it would feel like killing myself in the most excruciating way, that is if I could live with myself at all afterwards."
I couldn't think of what to say but I didn't because Fang started to lean in. Closing my eyes, I remained still, holding my breath. Our lips brushed and I felt a familiar tingle on my lips. I desperately wanted to kiss back, to hold him forever but I couldn't so I backed away.
Thoughts were jumbling up in my head and I shook it to clear some of them up.
"Fang, I can't do this, not now," I whispered. "I'm sorry." A tickling sensation formed behind my eyes.
I turned and ran inside the house, lips still tingling. Closing the door behind me, I ran up my room. Mom was probably home with Jeb and Iggy was most likely in his room making some strange acid.
I locked the door to my room and collapsed on the bed. My thoughts had calmed some but my back was killing me for some unknown reason. Must be the tension.
There's nothing like a hot shower to release tension and I was sweaty anyways. Grabbing my pajamas, I walked into my bathroom. I threw my sweaty clothes in the basket by the corner and stepped in the shower. Steam filled all around me as the hot water poured out of the top faucet. The drops of water pelted my back, causing pain.
A small yelp escaped my lips as I looked down to see the water tainted red. I felt my back and when I examined my hand it was covered in red blood. My heart beat picked up and I quickly stepped out of the shower, shutting the water.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my wet hair had some blood but most of it was coming from my back, where brown feathers were becoming visible...
Tada! You didn't think Maxie was going to dream all that did you? You did? Wow. You're pretty gullible then. Here's a tomato. *Gives tomato* Anyways, did you like it? How much? Is the plot getting goodies (don't ask)? How was the Fax? I need answers! If anyone is worried for the Fax, do not worry- it well come. Eventually. Eventually meaning whenever Max gets her big headed thoughts straight.
As always- thank you for reading and REVIEW!
P.S- If you want to read another fanfic for MR you should check out Scars by Sierra156 (my favorite reviewer that enjoy much bacon). Its very good and has Fax!
See you next update :D
Hasta la vista (goodbye)!
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