AN: AHHH! It's been too long! I'm so super-duper 100 million times cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die sorry that I haven't updated in forever, I had writer's block, and then homework is kicking my butt, so there's that as well. BUT STILL, NO EXCUSE! I've finally gotten over my writer's block, and i have some ideas for what to write next, so they should be up within the next day, week, or two weeks, depending on if the teacher's bless me with no homework. As for now, I don't have much time to write, so this short little excerpt(it shouldn't even count as a chapter) will have to do, I just wanted to put something out. I hope you enjoy it anyways! Rate and review, please!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Maximum Ride franchise, all credit for that goes to James Patterson.
Max's POV
I looked up, my voice cracking. "I miss you,". I attempted to speak. I have no idea what I'm doing. Talking to Dylan? He's dead. He can't hear me. He's gone. My throat felt all tight and scratchy, as if a hairball had got caught in there.
Taking a deep breath, I went on, but in my head. It's just...I feel awful. Why'd you have to do that, huh? No, nevermind, don't answer that. It's hard, you know. Without you. You were kind of like the husky of the group. Great fighter. But you cheered everyone up just the same. You were loyal, and-oh God, you have no idea how hard it is to talk about you in the past tense. And-
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. I turned to see Fang come through the door, a dark shadow. I turned back towards Dylan. Fang glided over, making no noise, and knelt next to me.
I spoke, my voice hoarse, "Why're you up?".
"Couldn't sleep. Too cold,". I felt his eyes take a glance. He always got really uncomfortable here, or whenever we brought up Dylan. I know it's because he feels guilty that Dylan died to save him for me. I half-heartedly grinned. Take that Bella, you had a slobbery werewolf and a sparkly vamp after you, I have-no, had, two kick-ass mutant-bird-kids after me.