March 10, 2013

DIARY, guess what?

Fang and I got back together you "ask"? Nope, in fact, things are just as bad as always. And Delanie who believes she is "the next Gandhi" (her words not mine), has decided to take the girls and me on a "Let's Get Max's Hopes Up" shopping spree.

Well, as you can tell this won't go well. I'm as stubborn as a monkey with no bananas when I have to go shopping. So, as it was, when I was ready to go (as in dressed nice enough to be seen in the public eye but not nice enough to get hit on) I went over to Nick's crib to stare at him. I wanted to take him with me but Delanie called this a "Code Red Moment of Crisis".

I responded with, "I don't even know what it means when Code Red is used for Homeland Security, who invented the whole damn thing."

The reply I received back was, "Your life is in the Lou and we're going to stop it, clog it, and drag it back up." Yeah, nasty picture of what my life means to Delanie right there.

Nick was moving his legs about, a bit advanced for his age but then again, he probably had better muscles than normal humans like the rest of us. At the corner of his crib I saw something I hadn't seen before. There was a stuffed animal…it was a blue bear and when I picked it up, it rattled.

Then the door burst open and I heard, "MAX! Come on! Hurry up before we loose a good parking spot!" Delanie stood there, she short hair tied up into two pig tails except her bangs which fell in front of her eyes, which at the moment were closed. But when she opened them, she caught me holding the bear. "Oh, that's cute did you get him that?"

I shook my head. Who else could've gotten him that? It hadn't been here earlier this morning when Nick had to cry to wake me up because he had a wet diaper. I decided to go with Angel must've had gotten the bear back when we first moved here and didn't want it anymore so she gave it to Nick. That must be it. I would just have to remember to ask her later.

I placed the bear near Nick, his eyes following my movement. "Bye," I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. When I turned around I saw that not only was Delanie there but so was the Gasman, holding another curious item as always.

"You seemed really attached to the baby," he noted. I felt my face drop in thought as Delanie interrupted.

"She's just lost her mind- England air isn't too good for her." Delanie whispered. "I wouldn't go there either if I were you. We have a queen, a girl, running the country." Gazzy made a disgusted face. Ah, the easy to mold minds of eight-year-old boys who believe in cooties. I gave Delanie an appreciative smile as Gazzy walked away. "Now let's go. And you owe me," she added.

"Yeah, and I want my tea to be taxed less," I complained.

"Yankee," she muttered.

"Blue-Haired Redcoat," I remarked.

We walked out with smiles on our faces.

A few decades of minutes later…

"Max, you need new shoes," Ella noted. I stared down at my sneakers, which were a few months past their expiration date but I always thought that as long as I could tie the shoes laces then they were considered "new". Then again, I lived on the run for a good part of my life.

"Okay," I noted hesitantly, wondering why we had to go to a store for this and not…let's say…a thrift store which is basically brand new stuff for a cheaper price. "But, I don't really feel like buying anything." I was still feeling guilty about my new CD that I bought in London.

"I saw we get a intensely hot, 'look at me! look at me!', 'you so want me, Fang', outfit for Max," Nudge stated. I stared at her with a little bit of a harsh glare. She shrugged, "Sorry, but sometimes Max, you being you isn't always going to work."

"Don't I know it," I sighed. Which of course, caught EVERYONE's attention." You'd think I was growing a third eye or I had a tattoo on my forehead that read "Suck It". In reality, I had just said four words and sighed which was a catastrophic event in the world of my family and friends.

Delanie, already knowing the story since instead of flying straight home I went to visit her, felt the need to tell anyone nearby. "Max ran away…again. From Fang, who was going to kiss her."

"Max!" Nudge complained.

"Honestly," Angel shook her head as if she wasn't eight years old.

"You'd think you'd know by now Max that if it's FANG, then you don't run away." Ella replied. We were heading into a store with an extremely girly name that I was not at all appreciating. I'd rather be home right now, holding my baby, and ignoring the rest of my problems instead of FACING THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF A MALL!!!

Sometimes, people just don't understand Diary. Which is why I have you.

Are you going to tell them Max?

You know what? I saved the world Voice, have you planned on leaving yet?

. . . …..(that was a super pause).

No response? That's what I thought.

"Max," Angel was suddenly standing next to me while Ella went with Nudge to try on new clothes. Delanie was chatting up with the guy behind the counter. "Why did you leave? Why is it so bad that you have to block me from seeing it?" Angel's wide blue eyes were sort of wet, as if she was about to cry.

I bit my lip to hold back the word splurge I tend to have. Iggy knowing was a risky business as it was. "Angel, sweetie, you're too young. Another day," I explained. She nodded her head as if that was good enough. Then she reached up and grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

I'm sorry that you can't tell us. I'm sorry that whatever happened couldn't be prevented. I know you wouldn't just leave for no reason Max. I smiled down at Angel as Delanie came back to stand with us. "Get his number?" I asked curiously.

"Totally gay, but I love talking to those type of guys, they're the best. He was telling me that my hair was 'absolutely fabulous' and that he had been considering to do something crazy with his hair color but then he decided that was too cliché or what not. So, he's going to go bald. It was my idea," Delanie smirked, so proud with herself. "I always love helping another in fashion. Which now means, you Miss. Broken-Hearted-has-to-step-into-the-Damn-Spot-Light, it's your turn. STEP RIGHT UP!." (Was I on The Price is Right? Or hell? Which one seemed more likely.) I was pushed from behind as Delanie went through the racks grabbing clothes so neon I wouldn't use them to stop traffic out of fear of blinding the drivers or so short that they'd be considered dangerously cut on Angel. None of which was turning out to my liking.

"Ooh, Max is going to try clothes on. This is like…as big as…as when I ate those nine Snickers bars without barfing," Nudge commented. That received an intrigued/impressed look from Delanie and a kind of grossed out one from Ella.

"I think she should try these on," Angel pointed to a few items that Delanie was holding on. "They would definitely make Fang jealous to see her in." There were an assortment of nods and agreements when I took a step back, away from them.

"Guys, let's not do this," I stated, holding my hands up. "I'm not going to make Fang jealous. I just want…want to move on."

"But-," Nudge started.

"But nothing. Fang has someone in his life right now. I'm still adjusted to being back. And I hurt him and the fact of the matter is, I won't even know how badly because I wasn't even around to witness it all." Except that moment in the car when I saw his face before I once again ran.

"Max, Fang- he doesn't have a life for someone to be in right now." Angel told me. "And I know because he's stopped trying to block his mind. He's too depressed to care." That caught a few worried glances from people hearing only parts of our conversation. Even listening to all of it made me worried. "Damn it Max, he loves you."

"Language Angel," I reminded her but my heart wasn't in it. "And like I said, maybe one day, when you're older, I'll let you know exactly why Fang and I can't be together. It's a matter of his happiness."

"Stop being selfless Max, you already saved the world, get over it and try for once to go for what you know you want," Ella told me. They were all glaring at me as if they wanted to kill me (except Delanie). In fact, just give them their torches and pitchforks right now. I'll be massacred in three seconds.

I suppose it was because in a way, you never mess with a girl's view on true love. For a very long time, I knew they had considered what Fang and I had to be the ultimate Truest of True Loves. Well, it can't be true with the secrets I hold and him still dating that Kelsey girl. I was ruining their images and so, I was going to pay for that- someway, somehow.

We moved on to another store. Delanie pulled me aside and began to talk to me. "I can't believe you're just giving up on him. You are a very stupid girl." Wow- I thought, just when I had someone on my side, she jumps over the line and joins "Get Max back together with Fang."

"Delanie, you of all people should know that things aren't that simple. I have no choice but to give up on him. I made choices and so did he…this is what I'm suppose to do," I whispered harshly. Never once in my life did I think I would say things like this while ducking behind a pair of torn jeans and bright pink spring jackets.

"But he is the father of your son. He loves you and you love him. What is so complicated about that?"

"What about the fact that I was gone for as long as I was? How about that Angel is now starting to swear. Nudge and Iggy are dating. You're all the way here from England. I'm keeping the fact that I'm a mother secret from everyone. And now, I'm really hungry because I'm angry and haven't had lunch. Oh- and you know what else- my life isn't a freaking movie so it never works out that well!" Delanie took it all, probably royally pissed, but keeping an impassive face.

"Max? Delanie? What are you doing?" Nudge was standing there. "And what about your life being a movie Max? Is something wrong? Did you leave because something happened between you and Fang?" How much did she hear?

Delanie, trying to pull out another clever cover up since her last one to Gazzy, could sadly only manage to say one thing. "Your mama is so fat, when she gets stuck in the door you have to butter her sides and bribe her with a Twinkie to get her out!"

Introduce silence from me with Nudge's, "What?" And you get the worst attempt at a save…E-V-E-R. A few more painful moments passed before Nudge looked at Delanie and said, "You're like a female version of Iggy- it's kind of freaking me out. Not you, Delanie," Nudge clarified (forgetting why she was even here, "Just the fact that you both tell jokes at random times."

"Well," I continued, "She was dropped on her head a few times when she drank too much at college parties. That's her excuse. Iggy's is a defense mechanism for his low self-esteem. So there's the difference. Let's go find Angel and Ella, shall we?" I shot Delanie a stare who gave me a look back that said "Well, you could've stopped me."

And believe me, the next time if god forbid this situation ever arises again, I will,

Maximum Ride

So, CHAPTER 10!!!! YES! If any of you find Delanie's blurb weird, it does happen. Once, my best friend and I were talking about the guy I liked when he walked in. My friend decided to tell him we were talking about Maple Trees and if they get sticky...yeah. No lie. But he believed it because...well, me and my friend would talk about Maple Trees. So, I hope there was a little comedy (to lighten up from the last sad chapter) and also a little more Delanie because she is the coolest person I have ever invented in my head.

DELANIE: It's true, sadly, her character lack 3 dimensions, but not me. I am so real that it's spooky and in flyerac's head can be considered the better part of a split personality.

All right...not really. But tell me what you think. (And I'm sorry for babbling but I have brain freeze from a McDonald's milkshake right now.)

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