((that song from chapter 8 is called 'Nobody's Home' by Avril Lavenge. Love her songs, all except for that 'Girlfriend' crap, that totally ruined her. I like her old songs, all of her depressed ones. They're good. And about that 10 review thing, whatever. If I don't get reviews, then I don't get reviews. But seriously, for all of you guys that are being lazy and just reading this without reviewing, im gonna kick ur buts if you don't review. I can see who's viewed this, so neener neener lolness. And a little fyi about Sam- she's always either sad, depressed, or angry, just good at covering it up. Sorta like Ari had been. She is sorta emo-ish, and her physical pain distracts her from her internal pain))
Sam
I slouched back to the others. "Report," I said weakly, rubbing my hand. The arm thing had been torn off by one of the slithards, and the bandages had been taken with it. Fang asked about them, and I quickly summarized them. Fang nodded solemnly, and then noticed my hand.
"What the he-eck did you do? Don't lie, that's not from a slithard." He growled, tearing off the remains of the bandages. We looked down at my hand. It was shredded, and a small bit of rock was still in it.
"Punched at a slithard. Missed. Hit the tree," I said simply, removing the rock. He looked angry, but didn't say anything else. He grabbed my good hand and dragged me over to the bag with all the first aid stuff in it, and started pouring more antiseptic on it. I resisted the urge to sigh in delight as it burned and stung, instead disguising it as a groan. As soon as he was finished, he sat there, with my hand in his for a moment, then seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing. He yanked his hand away, biting his lip. I gave him a small smile, then checked on the rest of the crew. Gazzy only had a bruise on one knee and a small scrape on his forehead, Nudge was unharmed, but looked shocked, and Fang had a long scratch going down one arm.
"It isn't deep," he said, bandaging it himself. I got up to check on Iggy and Max. I passed Angel, and could feel the heat radiating off her as she sneezed. Stopping, I turned to her. She gave me a weak smile before dashing to the bushes, puking. She collapsed on the ground, crying. I walked over and picked her up, rubbing her hair and whispering to her.
"S'alright, you're gonna be fine. Don't worry." She just continued to cry weakly, so I sang gently to her, de-heating her as I sang.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had and me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And did you fall for a shooting star
Fall for a shooting star
And are you lonely looking for yourself out there
When I finished, Angel was asleep, and I realized that Fang was staring at me with an astonished look on his face. I set Angel down and turned back to him. We stared at each other for a long second, and then I gave an uncomfortable weak laugh.
Fang
Angel is sick. She started puking in the bushes, and then fell over, crying. Sam picked her up, and started singing 'Drops of Jupiter' by Train. It was ungodly. She sang like an angel, making the original song I knew and loved sound like crap. I got lost in her song. All I could to was to listen with everything I had and stare at her, amazed. How on earth did she know that was one of my favorite songs? She amazed me in every way. Finally, when she finished, Angel was cooled down and asleep. She set her down gently, even making that small movement look beautiful and graceful, and turned to me. We just looked at each other for a moment.
"Heh…" she sort of laughed, and I shook my head weakly, trying to come back from the high she had put me in.
"Wow. Th-that was amazing! I never knew you could sing like that! Just… Wow!" I managed to gasp. She gave me my favorite crocodile grin, and jumped slightly when Nudge started bouncing up and down, ending our moment. Here we go… I thought.
"Wow? Is that all you can say, Fang? That was more than wow, that was remarkable, staggering, divine, flawless, not wow. You should become a famous singer, and you could tell people about Itex like Fang's blog! And then we'd have evghhhfff-" She broke off as Gazzy walked up and clamped his hand over her mouth. He even looked impressed.
"Pretty good, Sam. Iggy's sorta good, too, but he sound's like junk compared to you," the Gasman said, his eyebrows raised. Sam blushed, and gave them all a nervous grin, then let it fade.
"Angel is sick," She stated simply.