Hey Guys, since I'm off from school I decided to update. Did you all check out my newest fan-fic? 'Age Is Just A Number'? It's gone down well so far but I'd like some of you guys to check it out also. Three things happened to me today…
1) I went to visit friends of my parents who just had a baby…so cute!
2) I read the first 14 pages of Nevermore, bitches! Ha! On you know that book with a face? Aaaand-
3) I have adapted the name Turtle Girl for when I become a ninja/famous rock star…just saying
DISCLAIMER: I don't own MR
Pretty Much every song Paramore every made was played while writing this song.
Chapter 11
FANG'S POV
I woke up by the sound of my bedroom door being slammed open, revealing a very angry looking Abigale. She was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, my fully dressed four-year old was actually making me nervous. What have I done now?
"Hello? It is a Monday, Dad!" Abigale shook her hands in the air, it took me a moment to answer her though. I just gave her a sleepy look and she sighed in frustration. "It's almost time for school," Abigale prompted. Crap! I leaped out of bed and began grabbing random pieces of clothing that looked suitable for a lawyer's office.
I was dressed in about fifty seconds then sprinted to the bathroom to brush my teeth, almost Abigale down in the process. I looked at myself in the small mirror above the sink, I saw a tired, bed-head guy who just woke up from a night of mopping about who the woman he loves is marrying a twat…that sounds about right anyway.
I ran into the hallway and saw Abigale standing at the door, with her school bag strapped to her back. She was waiting impatiently for me to take her to school, looking more like her Mom than I've probably ever seen her.
"Ready?" She sighed. I only nodded and began to open the door before realising that she had eaten nothing.
"What about your-" I began but Abigale cut me off before I could finish my question.
"I already ate, now let's GO!" Abigale shoved my keys into my stomach, because she couldn't reach any higher. She pulled the door open fully and made her way to the car. I stood there, in awe at how much my baby girl had grown up. I sighed and shut the front door behind me.
When I double-parked in front of the school, all the kids were just walking in the main entrance. Abigale jumped out of her seat and flung the door open. She raced to the door to get to her classroom on time.
"Bye Dad," she called out behind her, not slowing down, just waving over her shoulder. I sat in my car, still holding the wheel but not moving. Abigale, my little girl just ran from the car with no more than a 'bye' as a sending off. God, I suddenly feel old. A loud beep from a car somewhere brought me back to reality. I shook off what just happened and pulled away from Abigale's school and made my way to work, five minutes late.
MAX'S POV
I woke up about mid-morning. There was a strong sunlight coming through the window of Mr Reilly's guest-room, it was sore on my eyes so I sat up. I ran my hands through my hair and yawned sleepily. Something small landed softly on my lap. I had fallen asleep with my phone on my chest.
I got out of bed and stretched out. There was a strong smell of bacon making its way upstairs. I smiled to myself, Old Mr Reilly knew me well. I pulled on my hoodie that had been on the old chair, in the corner of the bedroom, along with the rest of my clothes. The PJ's that Mr Reilly let me borrow were surprisingly warm.
I wandered down stairs to find Mr Reilly standing in his kitchen, making bacon.
"Hey Mr Reilly," I smiled as I sat down at the small table. Mr Reilly's brown and white striped tabby cat entwined I's self around my legs and purred softly. I smiled at Bonnie, the only animal in existence that actually likes me. I picked up Bonnie and sat her on my lap.
"Morning Maximum, did you sleep okay?" Mr Reilly asked, still cooking breakfast.
"Yeah, thanks again for letting me stay here last night," I thanked him. Mr Reilly shook his head.
"Any time Maximum, my door is always open," Mr Reilly told me. We chatted lightly for the rest of the morning and ate our breakfast. Mr Reilly told me that she guest room had a shower, but I decided to just get dressed and go home. I thanked him again and at about one o'clock I went home. It was a Monday, which meant I was supposed to be working, but as I'm the owner and only employee, except for on weekends, there was no point opening.
I walked home, as everyone's house was pretty close, except of course Ella and Iggy's house which was miles away. I went around the back of my café and opened the door that leads straight to the stairs leading to my apartment. I locked the door afterwards. It was a risky place to have a door, I wouldn't be able to hear if someone was walking up the stairs, so I always locked it when I came in.
I walked up the stairs and into my apartment. The voice mail machine had a flashing red light. I pressed the button and a mechanical voice started talking, until it changed to Dylan's voice.
"Hey Max, it's me. I'm not working today so if you could give me a call when you get back that'd be awesome thanks. Love you," Then there was a high beeping sound. I picked up the phone and started dialling Dylan's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Honey," I spoke brightly into the phone. I lay down on the sofa, still tired from last night.
"Hey Max, where were you last night?" he asked slightly stressed. I can't believe I forgot to call him and tell him I was at Old Mr Reilly's house.
"Ugh I'm so sorry. I really didn't feel like going home so I stayed at Old Mr Reilly's house for the night. I can't believe I forgot to call you first," I explained quickly into the phone.
"Hey," Dylan chuckled lightly. "It's no big deal, are you feeling okay now though?" Dylan asked, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, I'm feeling fine now. I never opened the shop though, but it probably won't make that much of a difference," I told him.
"Yeah," Dylan agreed. "No point really, I suppose. I have something huge to tell you," Dylan said excitedly.
"Well tell me!" I insisted with excitement.
"My manager told me last night that I only need to stay in the studio for another few weeks. So in three weeks I'll be on a plane back to the States," Dylan spoke smugly. I almost squealed into the phone, but I didn't because I don't do that kind of thing.
"No way, Dylan that's awesome!" I told him. Yeah, I was excited to see Dylan. But did I want him to meet Fang, not really. Did I want Fang to meet Dylan, Hell no!
"Great! I have to call you back, I'm meant to be meeting my manager in like ten minutes," Dylan told me sadly. I wasn't sad that he was hanging up; I was just tired therefore relieved that I didn't have to talk to anyone anymore.
"Okay," I tried to sound upset. "I'll talk to you tomorrow?" I suggested trying to end the conversation.
"Yeah, talk to you tomorrow," Dylan spoke flatly. "I love you," he added.
"Love you too," I then hung up and sighed in relief that I didn't have to entertain anyone. I lay back into the couch and sighed, I was so tired from all the stress I'd been under recently. I closed my eyes for a second but fell asleep.
Just like yesterday morning, I woke up plummeting to the floor of my flat. I banged my head off of the floor, which surprisingly hurt. I began to get up which resulted in the banging of my head off the coffee table. I cursed loudly and sat down on the couch, rubbing the back of my head.
It only ever takes me a few seconds to realise that I'm hungry, which is pretty much always. I wandered to the corner of my flat that is a fitted kitchen. I looked into my fridge for a moment, closed it, then lowered my standards and checked again. I grabbed a soda and headed over to the couch.
I checked my phone not realising it was on silent all this time. I had four missed calls from Fang, two from Ella and one from Iggy. Oh shit.
I quickly dialled Ella's number quickly as her call was the most recent. She picked up on the second ring.
"Max, thank God. Listen, where are you?" Ella asked rapidly into the phone, clearly panicking.
"I'm at home, why what's going on?" I asked Ella nervously, not sure if I wanted to know what was going on at all.
"Abigale, you know Fang's daughter has wandered off and we can't find her anywhere," Ella sounded stressed for the first time, the Apocalypse could be coming and that woman could keep her cool. I had never actually met Abigale, and I was actually looking forward to meeting her, but I guess I was going to have to find her.
"Where was she last?" I asked, already pulling on my converse.
"Somewhere between the centre and my work, but we've already searched that area," Ella sighed defeated into the phone.
"I'll look around my area; if I see anything I'll call ok?" I told Ella while looking for my keys. Ella thanked me and hung up as I shut my door.
I threw my green, military-style, jacket on which I had been carrying and stuffed my hands into my pockets. I decided that if the school was right of my house, I'd look that way first. I was looking for a good half an hour, going into small shops and asking if they saw her, nobody had and I started to panic. The worst part was that I had no call from anyone, informing me that Abigale was ok.
I had back tracked my own steps and went left of my house, further into town. I checked inside all the bus stops, for anything peculiar, nothing stuck out until I came to a bus stop about a mile from my house.
Inside the bus stop sat a little girl in a yellow rain jacket and a pink back-pack securely on her back. She was huddled in a corner of the bus-stop, crying softly. I sighed, knowing that I had found Abigale, even though I had never seen her until now.
I sat down beside Abigale, who looked up warily, her dark eyes instantly reminded me of Fang, even though the natural red hair was a little out of character for someone related to Fang, I guess the mother was a ginger. I thought I better be nice, because I know I'm not exactly the definition of Mother Teresa.
"Hey sweetie, are you ok?" I asked putting on the voice I only used when dealing with kids and occasionally Iggy when I was pissed with him. Abigale sniffed and shook her head, making her red curls fly all over the place. I smiled at her, which she seemed to like.
"I can't find my Daddy," Abigale pulled the traditional lost Daddy act, fair enough.
"And your name wouldn't by any chance be Abigale would it?" I asked her curiously. Abigale's eyes light up and she nodded her head so fast I thought she was gonna pull something.
"Yeah, how do you know?" Abigale asked curiously, she crossed her legs on the bench and turned to face me, I copied her actions.
"Well, I happen to be very good friends with your daddy. My name is Max," I smiled at her. Abigale's eyes got wider, if that was even possible.
"Really, you're Max? Daddy was right, you are really pretty," Abigale confirmed, which made me blush, which I don't do that often.
"I am also Mrs Ride's sister," I told Abigale who looked down at the ground. "And not very long ago she called me telling me how she is missing one of her students," I explained to Abigale. She seemed on the edge of crying but if Abigale began to cry I don't know what I'd do. I'm bad with kid's period, but when they cry, my parenting skills are diabolical.
"I thought I saw Daddy's car driving past, so I followed it and when I couldn't see it I went to go find teacher but I lost her too and I didn't know what to do," Abigale explained really fast, it was like someone had clicked fast-forward times ten.
"Hey, it's okay," I re-assured Abigale, who began to sniff again.
"I just want my Daddy," she began to cry a little, ok now I was panicking.
"Oh, it's ok. Would you like to speak to your Daddy?" I asked, taking out my phone and quickly dialling Fang's number. Abigale nodded and took the phone once it had started ringing. I heard Fang's deep stressed out voice on the other end.
"Daddy?" Abigale asked cautiously. Fang spoke again but I still couldn't make out what he was saying. Abigale began to tell Fang how much she misses him, how she was sorry for getting lost and losing the group. Fang said something and Abigale nodded her head, then handed me the phone.
I took the phone from Abigale, and wore a smug smile as I answered.
"Ye'llo" I said into the phone, leaning back into the bench of the bus stop.
"Where did you find her?" Fang asked getting straight to the point. No bull from him today, that's a first.
"At the bus stop about a mile from my place, do you want to come and get her at the shop?" I asked, referring to my café. Fang sighed, obviously in relief that I hadn't found Abigale with some paedophile or something.
"Thank you so much Max, I'm about two miles the opposite direction, I'll be there in like half an hour, I don't have a car," Fang told me.
"Whatever, see you whenever," I told Fang then hung up. I stood up and looked at Abigale looking up at me questioningly. "Come on trouble, we're going to my place where your Daddy will get you," I told Abigale reaching my hand out for her to take. I wasn't going to let her go missing again.
Abigale reluctantly took it and we walked back to my café in silence. We got there in about fifteen minutes and I opened the front door.
"You live in a café?" Abigale asked confused. I only laughed at her.
"No, I live in the flat upstairs, but I own the café. Now would you like some cookies and milk?" I asked, giving Abigale one of the chairs as she took her school bag off of her back. Abigale smiled and nodded.
I walked behind the counter and got some cookies out of the display case for food. I put enough for two on a plate then went to the fridge and got two classes and a carton of milk. I headed back to the table and saw Abigale swinging her legs off of the chair. She smiled at me as I set the snacks down on the table.
"Help yourself," I told Abigale with a smile and she did as I said. We weren't really talking, just enjoying the amazing chocolate-chip cookies that Ella had made. I was never any good in the kitchen department, but Ella was therefor she sent over fresh cakes from time to time for me to sell. This week it was cookies, thank the Lord!
About twenty minutes later Fang walked in looking seriously pissed off.
"Somebody's not a happy bunny," I sneered. He gave me a death glare. Crap!
Longest chapter I have EVER written, my hand is killing me, it is half past one in the morning and RandomGurl8 is coming down tomorrow/today for a week of One Direction…Yay…But I suppose Niall is Irish so therefore he evens out the tolerance I have for the band.
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