We're sick.
Jimmy P.: And she made sure we all got sick. *sniffle*
Tank: We can't go one minute without sniffling. *sniffle*
Skid: *sniffle* This is my first time being sick with this girl. I didn't realize it was so bad.
Me: *sniffle*
Disclaimer: You a bunch of tet duhs (hard heads). I don't own.
Me: Hey, why does my snot look a lot like a rain cloud?
JP: Why are you looking? *sniffle*
"Max," Nudge said and from the giggle she was trying to hide I knew this wasn't going to was going to be good. "I dare you to ask Fang what type of underwear he wears."
"WHAT?" I asked and I was so shocked I actually fell off the bed. Angel, Nudge, and Ella giggled and Angel helped me get back onto the bed. "Why don't you ask Iggy?"
She grinned. "I already know."
"Oh, oh, oh, bad mental picture. Oh, God! It burns!" Angel yelled and pretended to claw at her brain.
I rubbed her back. "I know, sweety." I shivered. "I know."
"Go, on, Max," Nudge prompted. "All you have to do is ask him. It's not that big of a deal. And you don't even need proof."
I sighed. "Might as well get it over with," I said. I got up off the bed and walked over to the joining doors between the girls room and the guys room.
Let me explain. After another dayat the beach, we all retired to the rooms. Well, I wasn't planning on retiring when everyone else was, But we'll cross that bridge whenm we get there. Anywho, here I was, knocing on the guys door. I was hoping it was Fang so I could just ask him.
But no. If you've been keeping track, this is my life we're talking about, not Cinder-freaking-ella. It was Jeb who opened the door. Nudge, Ella, and Angel were giggling so hard I thought they might just die.
"Hey, Max," he said in that overly cheery way of his. "Need something?"
I muttered a yeah and walked into the room. I looked for Fang and saw him sitting on the bed, Iggy sitting next to him tinkering with something made of wires . . . that better not be a bomb.
"Hey, Fang?" I looked down at
"Yeah?" he asked and took a sip of water. I saw him do it through my bangs.
"Um . . . what kind of underwear do you wear?" My whole face was hotter than Hell. Hey, how exactly can Hell be hot, anyways? If heat travels up, shouldn't Hell be cold? Oh, whatever. Let's hget back to the present, shall we?
I looked up and saw Fang do a spit take, Iggy's eyes to widen, Jeb to become luntaic like, and Gazzy to start rolling on the floor with laughter. I heard Angel, Nudge, and Ella fall to the ground and pound on it with their fists, begging the laughter to stop.
"Um . . . why?" he asked slowly.
"Will you just answer the question?" I asked, mortified.
"Fine, I wear boxers. Happy?" I nodded and ran out of there, closing the door to the girls room behind me.
"I can't believe you made me do that!" I yelled at Nudge. I flopped down on my back. "That was so embarrassing."
"Ah, its ok, Max," Ella said. "He'll just think we dared you to do it."
I shrugged. "It was still embarassing." I grinned. "Well, its my turn."
Nudge paled. "What are you gonna do to me, Max?"
"Oh, not to you, dearest." I looked at Ella. "Ella, a dare you to go into the boys room, get on one knee, and in your best facy romeo voice confess your undying love for . . . " I let her imagination take hold of her.
"Jeb?" she guessed.
My grinned turned to a Cheshire Cat "Much worse. . . . Gazzy."
She gulped. "Please, Max. Don't make me do it. Please."
I shook my head. "Nope. I had to ask Fang what kind of underwear he wore, so you have to confess your love for Gazzy."
She took a deep breath and walked over to the connecting door. She knocked on it, and who was to open it but Gazzy. She got on one knee and said - in her best Romeo voice - said, "Zephyr Gasman Ride," she swallowed hard. "I am in love with you. I always have been, and I always will be. Please marry me, my dear Gazzy, and we'll run off into the sunset together!"
His eyes widened and he said, "You girls are so weird. I'm starting to worry about you. Next thing you know someone will have a voice in their head." Then he slammed the door shut.
Too late, I thought.
"He rejected me," Ella said in mock sadness. "I might as well go and fall into a deep black hole or crawl under a rock and die!" She pretended to fall to the ground and clutched her aching heart, giving out cries of agony every few seconds, while we were laughing so hard tears were coming out of our eyes.
We did a few more after we calmed down, but they were mainly truths.
At twleve we finally settled down because Angel had fallen asleep in my lap. I laid her in the bed we shared and tucked her in, then climbed under the covers with her.
"Night, guys," I told Ella and Nudge, and they mumbled goodnights. I waited for about half an hour until I heard Nudge snoring and Ella talking to herslf in her sleep.
I jumped out of bed and pulled a black hoodie over my t-shirt, and a pair of black skinny jeans on. I pulled on black tennis shoes and slung my back pack that was loaded with spray paints over my shoulder. I think you know where I'm going with this.
Before exiting the room swifter than a ninja, I looked in the mirror and smirked. Even I wouldn't mess with me. I grabbed where my iPod was supposed to be and my wallet and exited the hotel room.
I stood in the empty alley, looking at the wall. It was relatively blank, despite the terrible attempts at grafittit. Psh. It was basically just a bunch of squiggles and lines, intersecting each other. It looked like sometghing a three year old would draw. I pulled out a blue spray paint bottle and pressed play. Billionaireby Travie McCoy came on and I jumped. This must be Ella or Nudge's iPod . . .
I shrugged and popped the cap open, and started to paint my name. Maximum.
Danno the cop POV
(A/N: Yeah, I named my cop Danno. Is that a problem?)
Gage and I watched from the shadows at the girl dressed in all black pulled a spray paint bottle and popped open the cap, and started to spray paint the wall. I couldn't tell what she was doing, but her eyes were glazed over and her hands kept on moving . . .
"Is it time?" I asked Gage from ther passenger seat, anxious to catch the girl. She had to be eighteen. She just had to be. She was so tall.
"Let's give her a few more minutes," Gage said. Really, I think he just wanted to see what she was painting. I was kinda curious, too. Her hands moved with such grace and elegance and trhey were so fast I was almost msemerized by the pattern she was creating.
Snap of it, Danno! I scolded myself. She's a criminal. I watched as she stepped back and admired her work. She's done already? Then Gage turned on the sirens.
Max POV
The sound of police sirens pierced through my earbuds and I jumped, dropping the spray paint I was holding.
"Shit," I said. Well, there wasn't much I could do now. They were right frickin' there. And I can't run faster than cars yet. Soon, but not yet.
One of them came out of the cop car and said, "Freez!"
"I'm not moving, dumb ass," I replied, rolling my eyes.
He came behind me and put handcuffs on my wrists. Isn't it illegal to arrest a minor? But I probably don't look lie a minor.
"What are you? E-" the guy was in the front now, and I cut him off.
"Well, last time I checked I was human, but hey, anythings possible," I replied in fake enthusiasm.
"No one told you to be a smart ass," he siad in annoyance as we rolled down the roasd.
"Well no one told me not to be," I said, venom lacing my words.
"Will you two shut up?" the older cop said. "How old are you, girly?"
"Sorry, I was told to shut up," I said.
"Well, I'm telling you to talk," he growled.
"Nah," I said and propped my feet up on the other back seats. "I like the quiet."
We drove to the police station in silence, except for the old man grumbling to himself about disrespectful kids. I rolled my eyes and got out when the younger one dragged me out of the cop car, none too gently, either. He pulled me into the police station which was filled up with grumpy old men eating doughnuts and drinking coffee.
The younder guy shoved me into a cell with a few scantilly clad women and one really tough looking one. She had tattoos running down her arm and her hair was cropped short to her skull.
I stayed close to the cell doors until the old cop showed up, opened the doors, and handed me a coin. He pointed to the pay phone next to the cell door and said, "You get one phone call." He grinned, showing yellow teeth. "Choose wisely." He sat at the desk across the pay phone, looking up every once in a while to make sure I was still there. Where would I go?
I dialed the number I knew that would get me in the least amount of trouble and he answered groggily, "What?"
"Heh heh, hey Fang . . . I kinda got into some trouble."
Fang POV
"You did what?" I whisper/yelled, getting up and putting on a pair of jeans over my shorts. I'm going to kill that girl . . .
"You heard me. I spray painted on a wall and it got me into big trouble," she said.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, fully awake now. "Alright, start from the beginning."
"Well, in the beginning there was nothing. Then God-" I cut her off.
"Dammit, Max. This is no time to be a smart ass. Where's the police station. I'll come bail you out or something."
"Erm, Fang . . ." she sounded worried.
"Yeah?" I said and pulled a shirt above my head.
"You kinda have to be eighteen to bail someone out."
Oh, just great. "I can get Jeb to do it."
"No, he'll kill me," she actually sounded worried when she said.
"I'm going to kill you." I stuffed my wallet into the back pocket of my jeans and silently stuffed my feet into a pair of sneakers. I grabbed a hotel room key from the bedside table thing and stuffed that in my pocket, too. I put my jacket on and said, "I'll figure something out. Where's the police station?"
She told me where and added, "Hey, Fang?"
"Yeah, Max?" I slipped out of the hotel room and walked/jogged down the hall.
"Thanks." Then she hiung up.
Max POV
I waited for about thirty minutes before Fang got here. I was laying down on one of the benches, my knee bent and on leg and one arm hanging off the side, the other arm draped across my stomach.
He talked to the cops for a second before someone said, "Hey, it's Harrison's boy!" I raised an eyebrow at the gray ceiling and continued counting the numbers in my head. I had already gotten to nine-hundred. Whoopdie-doo.
"You mean the blond chick in the black hoodie?" a cop asked. "You're with her?"
I could feel the vibrations as Fang nodded. It was so weird.
"Well, don't mess with her. She took down one of the toughest looking girls we ever had in here."
I smirked. Tattoo girl wouldn't shut her mouth . . . so I shut it for her. She only has a broken jaw. Not that bad.
The cell door slid open and I could hear Fang slide in. "C'mon, Max." Fang's deep voice echoed in my head, much better than tha damn paper rustling and feet moving sound that was driving me insane.
I sat up and was eye to eye with a seriously pissed Fang. You couldn't see it in his facial expression, which was almost always blank, but in his eyes.
I stood up and followed him out of the police office.
"Fang, I know you're uber, uber pissed at me," I said. There. its out.
"No. I'm just pissed that you woke me up at two in the morning."
"Liar," I told him.
"That bad?" he asked.
I shook my head and we just walked down the road till we hit the sand. "No, you're a pretty good liar. But you're also easy to read."
He snorted. "Yeah, right."
We continued walking. "Seriously."
He turned to me. "I've been told by many, many people that I'm one of the hardest people to read."
I looked up at him. "Not to me."
He turned back to the water, which had some huge waves going on.
"Lets get your anger out," I said. I shed my hoodie and took off my sneakers.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"We're going to fight," I said.
"You're insane," he said.
"That's how I roll. Its just wrestling. What can go wrong?"
He raised an eyebrow but sighed and took off his shoes.
"Ready?" I asked.
He nodded, but still looked at me like I was crazy.
"Good." We started to circle each other, wary of the others movements with eyes like cats.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he feinted left, but really went right. I was expecting it from him. I caught him off guard by grabbing his wrists and trying to get him to the ground, but it didn't work. He was too strong.
He actually managed to get me to the ground first, pinning my wrists over my head one leg on either side of me. I was trapped.
I grinned and started to lean upwards like I was going to kiss him. It had the affects I wanted. He loosened his grip on my wrists, and started to lean forward. I slid my hands from his grip and pushed on his chest, pushing him away from me. He fell to the sand and I sat on his chest. I pinned his arms above his head and looked at him.
"So . . . you're dad's a cop?" I asked.
"FBI. He's not home that often. Big in the FBI," he said.
"Better not tell him about me, then," I said and slid off him. I laid down in the sand and looked at the tiny little stars.
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked and I looked at him.
"Well, I don't exactly fit FBI standards. I just got arrested, for Pete's sake! And who the Hell is Pete?"
He chuckled. "You're just like him, though. Sarcastic, stuborn."
"Hmm . . . who does that remind me of?" I asked and tapped my chin thoughtfully. "Oh! Right. The guy whos sitting right next to me."
He smirked.
I looked back at the sky and tried to ignore how freaking close he was.
"I guess we better go back," I said and looked at Fang. Big mistake.
The second I looked at him, his lips crashed onto mine. You know how I said he smelled like cinnamon a few weeks or days or whatevers ago? Well, that's what he tastes like. Cinnamon.
Awww . . . *sniffle*
All together now: Awww . . . *sniffle*
(Not my best work. I needed fillers)
- Sanity
