A/N: I'm so stupid. I realized that I just put "read and review" at the end of the last chapter. I mentally slapped myself for that. XD
Anyways, I've reached chapter TEN. And I'm really happy with all the reviews you've written (much appreciated), I'm glad you guys (or girls if you get annoyed when people say, "Hey guys," to girls) are actually reading my story (and liking it! That's awesome). :D
Chapter 10
"Oh my gosh!" I said, as soon as I realized who I punched. "I'm, uh… sorry."
I looked at Mr. Mosckowitz, dressed in a UPS suit, lying on the bathroom floor, rubbing his cheek.
I was surprised he didn't pass out, actually.
"It's fine, it's fine," he gasped, out of breath. But it was obvious that it wasn' t fine, because his cheek was already swelling up.
I had to help him get up, and he had to lean against me as we walked into the big, "main" room. I sat him down on a barstool, and realized I was still in a robe. I swear, my face turned the same color as the tomatoes sitting in a bowl on the counter (who put them there, anyways?).
"I'm, uh, I'm gonna go change for a sec. Be right back," I said, while dashing into the bedroom as fast as I possible.
A few minutes later…
I walked back out to the main room (fully clothed), where Mr. Mosckowitz was icing his cheek. The poor guy.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better, thanks." Then I saw a big package lying on the counter.
"Uh, Mr. Mosckowitz, what's that package for?"
"What package? Oh, right! This package," he said and gave it a small pat. "Mr. Solomon asked me to give it to you girls." He looked around. "But I can see that you're the only girl here…" He trailed off.
"Yeah, they're probably still in the park."
"Well, he said girls, not girl, so I guess you'll have to wait until they all come back to open it."
"What's in it?"
"Oh! Um… It's…" He sighed. "I have no clue. Anywho, I should probably leave now!" He said as he walked towards the door. On the way he tossed the package on the coffee table right in front of the couch. "Tallyho, Max! And thanks for the ice!" He took it off his cheek for a second and waved, then shut the door behind him, leaving me confused.
First of all, why'd he suddenly become British? Secondly, I never gave him any ice. Thirdly, why would he wear an UPS suit (to get into character, he's undercover, or he just felt like it?)? And lastly, what the heck is the package for and what's inside?!
Guess I'd have to wait and see. I sat down on the couch and stared at the box, hoping that maybe I'd develop X-ray vision or something.
Nope. Powers don't come to me like they do to Angel. That's just the way it is.
And I never hated the fact more, than I did attempting to see through cardboard.
It was hopeless. I looked out the windows and saw the sun setting. Perfect time to fly.
And so I swung open the French doors to the balcony and jumped into the sky, and snapped my wings out to catch the air.
I flew towards the park, where the lights on the rides were starting to turn on. It was an awesome sight.
I actually flew to the Hollywood Tower of Terror and sat on the roof to watch the sun set.
I loved how the last rays of light disappeared beyond the horizon, while the moon appeared in the sky. It was like poetry.
Whoa, the emotional Max. The problem is, when you stop to think, that can be enough for the bad guys to sneak up on you, and it makes you easier to break (emotional barriers, people. Fang uses them all the time, look how well it's worked for him! He's Mr. Macho—emotionally unbreakable!). I was fortunate in this case, that I wasn't attacked while I went off into my happy place. La-di-da…
The unfortunate part was that I had started to think about Fang. And once he entered my mind, there was no getting around it.
Being apart from him, for so long, was painful. I needed him. He's the only person who I could look to, and know he's thinking the same thing. The connection between us…
What exactly is the connection between us?! I'd been thinking about that since he kissed me in the caves. Then I started thinking about it even more after he kissed me on the dock.
What's with Fang and kissing?! Jeez.
I was curious. I was anxious. I was terrified. But most of all… I was in love.
Wait a sec, I can't be in love with Fang! That's C-R-A-Z-Y! Hahahahaha! That's a good one: Me? In love with Fang? Besides, he's like a brother. And girls do not fall in love with their freaking brothers!
I'd had enough emotional thoughts in the past half-hour to last me a life-time!
I needed to clear my mind and fly. So, you guessed it, I jumped off the roof again (I didn't bother to see if anyone was looking, it was too dark to see me anyways) and flew towards the castle.
That's when something shot out a few feet in front of me and kept going, then explode in the sky with a loud pop.
Oh my jeezums!
I'd been stupid and careless enough to fly around during a freaking fireworks show!
I started to fly lower, in order to get away from where the fireworks were exploding.
"Look, it's Tinker Bell!" I heard a small voice say from bellow. Oh no…
I looked down at my green tank-top and tan Bermuda shorts. Great time to be wearing green.
Plus, my hair was up in a pony tail, and uh, I was flying!
Remind you of Tinker Bell? Maybe just a little bit…
Except Tinker Bell doesn't have brown hair and doesn't wear Bermuda shorts and converse.
But, when lighting in the sky isn't great and "Tinker Bell" is flying high above you. And, hey, those people probably figured that Disney World had planned it! Right…
I came to a halt when four fireworks passed by around me, exploding on both sides of me. My skin felt hot and I heard a sizzle. Ouch.
Some sparks had hit me. That's it, I'm outta here.
And I poured on the speed back to the hotel.
"Bye bye Tinker Bell!" I was just close enough to hear the faint voices of tons of little kids looking up at me with wonder from the park below me.
I couldn't help it, so I smiled and waved. I wanted to make these kids happy. Mainly because I was thinking about Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy. They would've loved it.
Soon after…
As I came closer to the hotel, I could see that the hotel lights were on.
Let's see: there's Cammie, Bex, Macey, Courtney ,Kim, Mick, Anna, Tina, Eva, and Bri. Yep, everyone was back.
I opened the door and everyone looked at me.
"Where have you been?" Cammie asked me.
"I decided to go out flying for awhile, rather than sit here and wait for you guys to get here. So, how'd it go?"
Everyone in the room groaned and exchanged glances.
"Not so well," Macey told me. "The guys did escape, and Zach successfully followed me to the tree." She didn't sound very happy. That's a surprise! (Note the sarcasm.) I opened my mouth to ask a question, but she read my mind, answering before I even asked. "Kellan wasn't there. I have no clue where he went. He probably was looking for you." She smirked at me.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Hey, don't worry. You weren't the only one to see hot guys there. Turns out everyone else's tails were teenage guys, too."
"Which means…" I began.
"There's a spy school for boys!" Tina screamed.
"That's what we think," Cammie added.
Oh, there's a boy's spy school, alright. Where else would Fang, Gazzy, and Iggy go?
I decided to keep my mouth shut.
"Oh," was all that I managed to say. Then I realized: if all the tails were from the school for boys, then that means Fang and Iggy were probably there.
I was ready to faint, right then.
"Oh yeah, Max," Bex said, "What's the package for?"
"Oh, Mr. Mosckowitz dropped it off earlier. He said it's from Mr. Solomon."
"Oh, joy." I heard Bex mutter.
"Well, are we gonna open this box or not?!" Bri exclaimed from across the room. "We've already been waiting a wholehour to open it!"
"Yeah. Let's do it."
Suddenly all eleven of us (four of us stayed at school since they're not in Cove Ops, including Liz) were surrounding the package while Bri took out her pocket knife (that all good spies carry) to cut the duct tape and open the box.
We all frowned. Great.
You might be wondering why I thought that. Well, inside the box was another box.
To be specific, a steel safe, that required cracking to open (I'm talking about lock cracking, because it would take way too much force to crack the box).
So, after another half-hour, the door to the safe finally swung open.
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A/N: Dun, dun, dun…. What's in the safe, you say? The truth is, I'm still figuring that out…. Hehe. (Any ideas?)
I know, you might be wondering who Bri is. She's not in the Gallagher books. I put her in my story.
Will you keep reviewing if I stop telling you to? Would you assume that's what I'd LOVE you to do? Because, frankly, I'm getting tired of putting "Review!" at the end of every chapter.