It's been a little longer then I expected, but I finally got this up. Thanks for the reviews!
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Chapter Ten:
Demented Facebook
Maximum Ride, signing onto Facebook, 'cause I'm freaking bored as hell.
Email: MaxRide(Yeah, like I'm gonna tell you).com
Password: ****** (Hey stalkers!)
Once I was logged on, I noticed, on the top left of the home page, there was a little red bubble popping out of the notifications box. I knowingly clicked on it, to find, "Iggy Ride posted a video your wall".
Oh, joy. "What did ya do now, Ig?" I muttered to myself.
Iggy went off to NYU last year- lucky for him- leaving me here to help mom, and the kids all by myself, because our father was just so fantastic to us. Don't take it the wrong way though, I'm not mad at Iggy or anything, I just wish he would freaking contact me more often! Because, unfortunately, I do miss my big brother, no matter how odd that sounds. And I miss him a lot.
So I clicked the damn button, which took me to a link for some video, that I'd probably seen a thousand times before. For some reason, Ig was into all that computer-tech junk, so he knew his way around when it came to these type of things.
Above the video, Iggy wrote: I hope this makes you smile, love. Miss your crap, sis :)
This is the part where you go, "Awwwww!" . . . Or, a way more logical response would be like what I'd do; for instance, "What a shit face", but then again, "I love this shit face, 'cause I friggin' miss his sorry ass".
So I pressed play, to find a stupid clip about the most retarded jokes ever known to man.
It was so 'Iggy', I had to smile.
I commented on the post, and quickly typed: Your hope came true. And I miss your douche-iness! A bit. Come home before I kill you :). And I hit enter.
Beep! Or you could say it was more like a ding!
The chat box on the bottom right of my computer popped up and open out of nowhere, nearly giving me a heart attack – who the hell turned the computer volume up so loud? Geez.
And who did the 'chatter' have to be?
Your probably guessing a tall, dark, and emotionless man-brick, but sorry to disappoint. It was Nudge- again.
I'll let you in on our conversation. . . Just for future purposes, though. I WANT NO LEAKS, PEOPLE.
Nudge: Hey hey hey!
Me: Hi Nudge. Again.
Nudge: What? Do u hate me now?
That's over reacted Nudge, for you.
Me: Haha no, I find that almost impossible.
Nudge: ...Almost?
Me: …
Nudge: LOL, so wazzup?
Who the hell types like that? Yeah, typical Nudge. But last time I checked, we weren't in the movie Scream.
Me: Birds, clouds, the sky, and stars, u kno, the usual.
Nudge: That's right, smart ass, but I meant with u and FANGYPOO!
Me: My turn 2 LOL ;)
Nudge: I'm still waiting.
God, she's so damn annoying.
Me: Nudge! Its been, like 3 friggin hours since I saw him today! what the hell could of happened in just 3 hours between that ass and me?
Nudge: Um, a lot, like...
Me: Don't answer that.
Nudge: Y can't u just admit it?
Max: Admit what exactly?
Nudge: That u have feelings for him. Duh!
Oh, now we're back on that crap.
Max: Cuz I don't.
Nudge: U sooooo Dooooooo.
Max: Shut up!
Nudge: I'm not talking!
Max: Ugh! Well, then stop chatting.
Nudge: I'm not stopping till you stop denying it and say it. Or type it, I mean.
Max: NUDGE!
Nudge: MAX!
Max: I don't like him. AT ALL! Capeache? How cud I? He's a freaking bastard.
Nudge: Oh, come on MAX! U don't think we c it? We're not freaking blind! And the constant flirting? Total giveaway.
Max: WTF r u talking about?
Nudge: Every day, Max! And u make it fairly obvious. Maybe u just don't kno what flirting is...
Max: I do! AND THAT'S NOT FUCKING FLIRTING!
Nudge: Just the fact that u typed that in all CAPS proves ur in denial.
Max: I'M NOT! Oops. I mean, I'm not.
Nudge: Ha, YOU ARE! :D
Max: No, I'm not!
Nudge: Oh, and that's y u agreed to go on that date with him, last night, right? Ur just 2 damn stubborn, Maxie.
Max: I'm not stubborn, I'm RIGHT.
Nudge: U wanna b right? Then admit it! It's OK to like someone for once, Max! And he's fucking hot, so I don't c why ur acting like this.
Max: U think he's hot?
Nudge: Is that all u got from that sentence?
Max: Well, idk.
Nudge: YYD!
Max: What the hell does that mean?
Nudge: YES YOU DO, dumb ass!
Max: Oh.
Nudge: Yeah, OH. OK, serious now, y don't u just admit it? He obviously likes u back, so it's like a win-win! And then u guys will be BF & GF, and then get married, and have pretty babies, and a big nice house and live happily ever after!
Max: No way.
Nudge: PLZ? Just tell ME, your BFFFFFFFFFL? I swear, cross my heart, I won't tell ANYONE! Just, plz?
Max: Nudge, I really seriously don't know how I feel about him! And I'm being totally honest right now, I promise. Sometimes I'm happy to hang out with him, other times I'd kill to get away from his shit, and I just DON'T KNOW. You know?
Nudge: AH! SHE SPEAKS THE TRUTH! …But I don't exactly get what your trying to say.
Max: I'M SAYING I MIGHT HAVE PSYCHO FEELINGS FOR HIM! THERE, U GOT IT? I SAID IT... I MEAN TYPED IT. AND I'M ALSO "SAYING" I DON'T KNOW WHY THE HELL I DO HAVE THOSE FEELINGS, OR HOW. AND MOST OF ALL, I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M RIGHT ABOUT THEM.
Nudge: Whoa. Easy there. I feel for you, don't worry. And you know what Max?
Max: No, I apparently don't know what.
Nudge: Sometimes, you don't have to know, you just have to feel.
Max: Wow. Thanx Mother Teresa
Nudge: Np. I'll talk to you later, I'm at the library, so I'll call u when I'm home or something. And take my advice, hon! BYEEE, TTYL!
Max: OK...
I don't know what the hell just happened, but I have a feeling, somewhere in this fucking demented world, a volcano just erupted.
Fang POV
I sluggishly made my way to the library. Yeah, I know, the last place you'd think I'd be, but my computer decided to break down on me today, and I had a research essay due tomorrow.
Fortunately, there was one computer available to the left of the library, where I think I saw Nudge sitting when I'd just walked in. Glad I missed her, though, or I would've never gotten me essay done. I looked up to see her dashing out of the room, looking like she was in a real hurry to get somewhere.
I sat down with my textbooks, to find the internet was already open to Facebook. And it was Nudge's profile. As my eyes guiltily roamed the screen, I noticed a chat box on the bottom left, titled "Maximum Ride".
So, of course I clicked on it.
Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you were me.
And of course, I found the one thing I really wasn't supposed to find. I was scrolling through the chat, when I noticed the abnormally long conversation was actually about me.
I stopped to read a near-end.
Max: I'M SAYING I MIGHT HAVE PSYCHO FEELINGS FOR HIM! THERE, U GOT IT? I SAID IT... I MEAN TYPED IT. AND I'M ALSO "SAYING" I DON'T KNOW WHY THE HELL I DO HAVE THOSE FEELINGS, OR HOW. AND MOST OF ALL, I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M RIGHT ABOUT THEM.
Holy fucking crap.
So, our feelings were mutual.
. . . Nudge: Sometimes, you don't have to know, you just have to feel.
And what the hell was that supposed to mean?
I guess I uncovered something really important- and private- that probably should have stayed covered; for Max's sake.
But I didn't feel guilty at all, actually. I felt. . . elated, glad.
Hey, the conversation was about me, so I should get to know, right?
OMG! I thought it was time for them to finally FREAKING REALIZE IT! I'm sure you did, too, right?
Well, I hope you enjoyed!
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