Ok so i noticed something. A lot of questions dealing with 'Is this a Fax or Miggy.' This is a Fax. Possibly a teeny bit of Miggy. just a teeny but. But as listed in the description of this story...It's a fax. Soooooo...there you go! And just wanted to say a quick something... 567 FRICKIN VIEWS IN ONE DAY! THAT'S SOOOOOOO AMAZING! THANK YOU ALL!
Nick stood outside, hair swaying in the wind. He didn't know why, but he needed to see Max. He wanted Max back, to see her smile, to hear her chuckles. He messed up. And he already knew. The texts were the cause of this. His heart ached when he saw Max crying. To take back everything was his wish. To have Max forgive him.
Because maybe...just maybe, was Nicholas Walker in love.
Nick P.O.V. (First time! Woooooo!)
I really hate Iggy. I just really do. It's unexplainable, but when I saw Max with him, I felt my stomach ache. My heartbeat grew faster and faster. I looked around the neighborhood, seeing it was nighttime. By then, Iggy would be sleeping in his one room. That left time for me to talk to Max. At least I hope.
In front of Iggy's house!
His house was too colorful. His driveway was too beat up, dribbles of pebbles pouring out from the holes in the concrete. Garage was just plain ugly. Car was rusty and wrecked up. This guy was too easy to insult. It took a whole lot of willpower for me not to take an object from the ground and throw it as his cheap windows.
I glanced up from my view of the dying grass on his lawn, and saw Max. She placed her hand over her mouth, yawning. It was sort of, maybe a little, cute. Or a lot.
The white, lace curtains closed, covering the room Max was sleeping in up. I sighed and stepped forward, leaving my common sense behind. I couldn't walk through the door. But...there was a tree. And it just so happens that it was placed next to Max's window. Joy.
I dug my claws in the sap-lathered trunk. My hands were full of splinters from my attempts of climbing. Grunting, now frustrated, I punched the tree in front of me. The only good thing that came out of that was the lesson to not punch trees. Because it hurt. Badly.
"Gahhhhhhhh! Stupid frickin' tree!" I leaned over, examining my knuckle. It was red and puffy. But not bleeding. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling my fingers trail down my scalp.
Trying once more, I latched onto the side of the tree. My fingertips finally grasped hold of a branch, feeling the sap once again, ooze down my arm.
The window seal was but a few feet away from my reach. I tried not to look down, using a little bit on the sense I hadn't lost when I decided to climb up. I looked at the appearing window, peering through the lace. Lights were off. Max was asleep. Damn.
So, you know what I did? The most stupidest thing I could think off. Pound on her window to get her to wake up.
She rose up from her bed, frantic. Oh great, I thought. She probably thinks I'm a robber.
Her eyes narrowed to small slits. Through the thick surface of the curtains drooping down, I could barely see her brown eyes, much less her face.
"Max? Max! Please! Please, I'm cold! Open up!" Her eyes widened, recognizing my voice, and backed a few steps away from me.
"No! Don't do that! I just want to talk!" She lifted her thin index finger to her mouth, signaling the universal 'Shhh' sign. I cocked my head to the side, not understanding what she meant. And then It just came to me. Iggy.
Before I could snatch a hiding spot away from the slamming door of an angry Griffiths, he spotted my panicked face and came closer to the latches on the window. With a golf club. Oh, great.
Max stretched her arm out over the window, protecting my sweating face from Iggy's metal killing device. His angry face cooled down a bit before turning back to me. With an expression of disgust, he unlatched the windows, and ushered me inside.
Grunting loudly, he stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut. Max shot me a fake smile and sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. I swiftly lowered down to the light blue sheets. She tapped her lips slowly, glaring at me. It took a couple minutes to understand her before I finally got it. My turn to talk.
"Ohhh, ok. Ummm, where do I start...Oh! The messages." Her bit a sliver of skin off the edge of her nail before refocusing her attention back to me.
"So, I just came here to say how sorry I am. And how I want you to...come back to my house. I really felt guilty for it all. Everything. It's just Lissa was pressuring me to do it...to send the insults about you to her. I didn't mean for all this to happen. I just...want you back."
She didn't blink for a couple seconds. She just stood there. Frozen. Like a statue. And then I heard her laugh. Her warm laugh. And I saw her beautiful smile placed on her lips. And I knew it was going to be alright.
50 minutes later!
"Yo, Iggster!" I yelled across the hall, happy and excited to see his shocked face.
"What do you wants" He said, emphasizing the you with a tone of pure hatred. I smirked lightly, pausing for dramatic effect.
"Well...I'm stealing Max from you. Sorry." Iggy's mouth hung low, limply opened. I chuckled lowly so he couldn't hear me, and waited for max and her bags.
"Wh-what?!" He seemed shocked. And disappointed. As planned.
"Me and her made up sooooo...move." He glanced at Max for the real truth, but she just nodded her head up and down, golden streams flicking in mid-air.
Max walked up to Iggy slowly, seeing how sad he was. It was pathetic to me, but apparently Max felt bad about it or something. Whatever. It's not like I minded how she...kissed his cheek. Totally fine with that.
Gosh, I hate Iggy.
One question: Should I do Nick's P.O.V more? Oh and about his nickname...I'll bring it up later in the story. So, in time, he will be called Fang. Thank you all and merry christmas! Or whatever!