YAAAAY IT'S A HOLIDAAAAY CUZ OF CHINESE NEW YEAR!:D so now you know I'm asian. :/ how that benefits you I dunno heehee:D went back to my primary school today and nearly cried when I saw all my old classmates and schoolmates D: it was like graduation all over again haha:D ANYWAY here's a few replies.
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OKAY SO HERE'S ADA STORY. AND FAX IS COMIN TO TOWN :D
Chapter 11
Max POV
When Fang came back unharmed with Iggy (also unharmed, thank God.), I breathed a sigh of relief and hot tears nearly spilled out. I hated this. Crying at the stupidest things on earth. Crying for love. Was I even Maximum Ride now? Ugh.
Fang didn't look at me when he entered, just kept muttering to himself and slumped onto a hard plastic chair. I just stared at him in silence as the rest engaged in a conversation, their voices in the background.
If only he knew how much I loved him.
~~~~~~juuubbbjuuubbbbb's…..GRANDMA!;D~~~~~~~~~~
Four weeks later (I HAVENT GOT THE SLIGHTEST IDEA HOW LONG IT TAKES TO HEAL A BROKEN ARM BECAUSE THAT HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE. SO LET'S ASSUME ITS FOUR WEEKS. WAIT WHY IS THIS IN CAPITALS? ARGH WHATEVER.)
Still Max POV
'I want nachos.'
'I want pasta.'
'I want a burrito.'
'I think i need just a burger.'
'Burger.'
'Kids' meal at McDonalds.'
'Well, I think I want a salad, 'cause I mean, they're healthy and all, and you guys eating burgers will just make me feel fat and I don't want to feel fat, I mean, who does? I think a regular salad would do because the large is too big and the small…I think it's kids' size, what do you thi—'
I bet you know who that was.
'Just the order, Nudge. We don't wanna know the nutritional value of salad next,' Iggy said, clapping his hand onto Nudge's mouth.
'Okay, you guys just wait a little while, I'll make a short trip to the mall and buy your dinners. Meanwhile, you guys can play board games or watch TV but no climbing over the railings of your bedroom and hanging there to see who can do so the longest. Yes, Iggy, I saw that last night,' Dr M said, nodding at Gazzy and Iggy's shocked faces.
Then with a wave, she left the house and we split up. Angel, Ella and Nudge played Monopoly, Iggy and Gazzy, well, they ran up the stairs to do God knows what, Fang went to his room, while I returned to mine.
I shut the door behind me and didn't bother switching on the lights. I lay on my bed and put on my headphones with the song 'Kiss Me Slowly' playing. My hand was lying over the edge of the bed, swinging to the rhythm of the song, when it hit something under the bed.
I rolled over and looked down. It was a thick photo album. I didn't know I had that.
I reached down to pick it up and heaved it onto my lap as I sat up. I turned to the first page and instantly felt my tears welling up.
Max and Anne.
Anne was my mother. The woman Jeb killed over a stupid reason. The tears spilled out at this thought and I sniffed a little.
The first photo was of me when I was really young, probably four or five and I had my hair tied in two pleats.I was wearing a pink shirt with a smiley face and jeans. I was smiling toothily as my mum put me on her lap. She was beautiful. Her brown hair was wavy and cascaded down her back and she had a perfect angular shaped face. Her smile was dazzling and she looked like the best mother anyone could have. We were outside a ball pit.
Those must have been the times where my parents still loved each other. The times where I was protected.
I flipped through the pages as teardrops fell on them.
The door opened.
'Max…'
Fang.
'I see you got it.'
He sat next to me and gestured to the album. I looked up from a photo where I was kissing my mother on the cheek, my face still wet and my eyes probably red.
'You brought it for…me?' my voice was quiet and hoarse. He shrugged.
Before I knew what I was doing, I hugged him closely. He didn't respond quickly but after a few seconds, I felt his strong arms wrap around me to pull me close. I buried my face in his shirt and whispered, 'Thank you so much…'
After that pretty long hug, he sat back against the headboard and flipped through the album with me, often smiling when I laughed at my silly poses until Dr M came back with our meals.
We dashed down to eat. We talked about school, life…everything. It was like being at home again. It was like heaven.
But then when the doorbell rang, it became hell.
Dr M opened the front door and guess who was waiting there? My three arch enemies.
That's right. Sam, Lissa, Brigid.
Now, you ask me what the hell they're doing here? I have no idea. But it should be nothing but trouble. I felt Fang tense beside me but he patted my arm reassuringly.
Lissa had her angelic (eew) look on her face, and so did Brigid. Sam actually had his fringe up and out of the way to look presentable. What the hell.
Lissa saw me eating with Fang and her eyes flashed with anger, but she kept the look on.
'I'm sorry, Ma'am, are we interrupting something?' Brigid asked.
'No not at all. Who are you?' Dr M asked.
'I'm Lissa, he's Sam, and this is my cousin Brigid.'
Dr M's face turned dark and angry.
'I'm sorry, but you are not welcomed here—'
'I'm really sorry, Ma'am. But we're here to apologize to Max for causing her so much harm—' Sam said. I don't know how he could say it so calmly with a straight face but I was definitely not going to hear more of this (insert choice of swear word.)
'First off, Sam. I don't need your apology because looking at your fake expression on your face is enough to put me off my burger. Secondly, I hate it when guys come up to my door apologizing to me because they can just do it in school instead of telling to the world that you're sorry. That just means you're not. And lastly, who'd want to accept an apology from a guy with a nerd haircut?' I said snidely. I stood up and walked over to him. He looked ready to explode any moment but he knew he had to keep his cool. Looking at him restrain himself made me wanna burst out laughing.
I messed up his hair a little bit and made his fringe fall back to its usual position. He looked more like the gangster he always was now.
'That's more like it. Add a little of that retarded look of yours and you look back to normal again.' I smiled.
Then he broke his cool.
Before anyone could blink, the guy's fist made contact with the side of my head and I fell to the ground with a cry.
'GET OUT!' I heard Dr M's voice and then she shut the door. I clutched the side of my head as Fang helped me up, his arm around me.
Oh, how I miss those days where boys could shut up.
Gotaa go for dinna!
