Those of you who wanted me to put this plot in my story you freaking read my mind! I was going to do that haha, but I'll let people know that you guys are geniuses like me :]

WannaBeWinged you are one smart cookie :] But the stumbling part happens later :]

The first thing I did once I left school was go to my secret rock. It's actually been forever since I went there, and I was kind of surprised the idea popped into my head. I stopped my bike around the empty curve of the park and took off into a sprint, almost tasting the bits of freedom I would soon feel, on my tongue. The rock was special, not only because it was just plain awesome, but because I found it years ago when I decided I wanted to runaway. Life had been horrible, and even though Iggy was there, it just didn't feel complete. I needed to get away from it all, from everything, from everyone. So I was just trudging along the rare glimpses of nature in L.A., when I spotted this rock on a hill. I naïvely ran up the hill tripping on my legs, but as soon as I reached it, I felt as if I died and was mistakenly sent to heaven. It felt good.

Now six years later, things have changed. Shockingly there are more trees that had spurted, nicely hiding the rock from view of natures (people who love to hike). And lastly and most importantly I've changed.

I slow down as I near the rock, and I notice that it is oddly not covered by the ample supply of leaves that usually cover it like a blanket. I don't think much of it, since I was finally here. Finally a place I could have mostly all to myself. All there is me and the rock, and the freakin amazing view. You know when you look into someone's eyes, and they are just captivating. It kind of feels like that, but I'm not saying anything. For me it's more like when I see a bike that has a nice engine and everything works smoothly, and I'm staring at it with awe. Well that's just me.

I sigh getting comfortable, letting the brilliant beams of sun hit my face. I look at the miniature sized people walking across the street, to the AM/PM or the little toy sized cars going across the intersection. It was so calming, but my back started hurting. I lay down cautiously, trying to avoid an old bruise I was trying to heal. Finally giving up to my drowsiness, I rest my head on the rock, and I fall into a deep sleep.

XxX

"Max, wake up," I felt something shaking me, and I growled putting myself into a fetal position. For some reason my bed was hard and freezing.

"Max, come 'on your mom is worried sick! Its fricken nine thirty(A.N. at night)," the voice disrupted the last bit of sleep I had in my mind.

I lazily sat up, gave a small yawn and saw Iggy's face.

"Uhh.. Iggy what are you doing in my bedroom," I asked bewildered.

Iggy's blue eyes turned a deep blue when he let out a loud laugh.

"Your room? You're on your fricken rock. In the outdoors, you know nature," He did a little twirl with his finger. "I should start calling you a tree hugger," he smirked pulling on my hands and helping me get off the rock.

I finally get a glance around me and I groan at the thought of missing basically the whole day. The weird thing though, is I feel so good. What is the word Nudge you? Hmm...Rejuvenated, that's right. Then horror struck me.

"Wait, mom is home? Is she worried?" I ask mumbling so fast that Iggy gives me a weird look, but he seems to catch on and says," Yeah, you better get home. She was going to call the police to look for you. Here," he says already pushing me down the hill, as he hands me his cell phone. "Call her."

XxX

I get home in a rush, and charge up the front steps swinging the door open. I see my mom laughing behind the table cutting vegetables with a tall, dark brown haired man leaning carelessly over the counter talking to her. I run up and pounce on him into a hug.

"Hey there kiddo," he smiles weakly, which is understandable since he got the wind knocked out of him. He had fallen down from the impact, so we were both on the floor. My mom was giving her signature laugh and then smiled also," You alright Braydon?"

Okay, okay time for introductions. Braydon is my mom's friend. He taught me basically all I know about street fighting, thinking I would use it if I was in danger of being molested or something. Anyway, he is about a year older than my mom, and is currently employed in the NAVY. When I called my mom, she told me he was back from Iraq. I can't believe he's back! He is two years older than my mom at thirty-eight, but I know he likes my mom. You can just tell.

"Valencia, I'm a NAVY seal, I think can take on much more than a rebel seventeen year old girl," he chuckled and got off the floor. I followed suit still amazed that he was here in the flesh.

"When did you get here?" I asked almost immediately hungry for conversation. He use to teach me new moves whenever he got back from being deployed, and I was hoping he would do the same this time also.

He smiled at my anticipation and replied," An hour ago. Your mom and I were just getting around to talking about you. Just because you're a teenager doesn't mean you can go wondering alone outside at night," He joked patting my head as if I was a little girl.

I punched him in the shoulder, but he caught it and added," And attacking innocent citizens."

"Yeah, Max where you were all this time. I had to call Iggy to go and find you," My mom questioned sincerely.

"At Nudge's house," I lied feeling the guilt creep up into my neck. I could tell Braydon knew it was bullshit, but he wasn't making a move to rat me out. He was probably going to talk to me about it later.

My mom looked at me suspiciously for awhile and then had a light bulb moment. A bad one I might add.

"Also, I got an interesting call from your school today. Care to explain?" Mom had been cutting vegetables, but when she did this she held up her quite sharp knife up at me.

I gulped, and was about to say something, but she cut me off.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Max. This is your life we are talking about. Boys are really not important right now; especially if they are going to take your mind off what is important. Which is school, and your future," she gave me a pointed look, but went back to cutting waiting for me to blow a casket.

Braydon gave me a remorseful look, but I was already boiling inside.

"Mom how could you think, right off the bat, that this has to do with guys?" I let out digging my nails into my palm to stop me from screaming at her.

My mom looked at me open-mouthed, and I saw the disapproving look cross her eyes.

"Max, go to your room," she said calmly as she continued cutting.

"Don't have to ask twice," I muttered as I made my way passed her into the hallway.

"Nice to have you home, Braydon," I added for his sake, knowing it was probably going to be awkward when I left.

I slammed the door behind me, and crawled into bed not bothering to get into my pajamas or take a shower. Why did life have to be so complicated? Why couldn't my mom just understand that I'm not the same little girl that she always wanted me to be? Oh, that's right. I never tell her anything.

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