Chapter 21
"Nudge for the last time, give this up. This is a bad idea," I said, desperately trying not to beg. Which is saying something, 'cause I never beg unless it's for Nudge and Angel forcing me to play dressup. A lesson to all fourteen-year-old Avian-American guys out there (namely Iggy, but then again, he might be an exception): We do not look good in pink, let me tell you. "A terrible idea."
Now Fang, why don't you just force her to leave?
Well, brilliant mind, does anyone really want to drag a depressing eleven-year-old crying her eyes out and talking endlessly about what could've happened? Yeah, I didn't think so. This was Max's turf, not mine.
"Come on," I said softly. "I see Chaparral Court."
"What if they moved?" I asked for the bajillionth (I lost count after six) time. "What if you misunderstood what you read and these people aren't related to you at all?"
I silently took a deep breath and slowly said, "Nudge, even if you weren't a test-tube baby-which you probably were-what if there was a reason they gave you up? They might not want you back."
Yeah, it was harsh, but hey, anything to keep her from leaving the flock.
"Do you think I haven't thought of that?" she whispered with uncharacteristic anger. "I know that! But I have to try. I mean, if there's the slightest chance- wouldn't you try?"
And for once, I truly didn't know what to say. A thought like that was something the whole flock always wondered, except for me. For some reason, I never really pictured myself as the type of guy who stayed in one place, settled down, and went to school. I had accepted that I wasn't normal. And for that reason, sure, I'd like to know, or even meet, my parents, but in the end, I wouldn't stay. Finally, I said, "I don't know."
"That's because you don't need anything or anybody," Nudge said, turning back to stare at the mobile home. "But I'm not like that. I need people."
Okay, now that kind of hurt.
I may be strong, I may be quiet, and I may have a hard time showing emotion, but I do need people, or more specifically, the flock. Of course, she didn't know that.
I wanted to grab her by the arms and fly off, telling her this was so stupid. I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to say, "Oh yeah? You'd think I'd still be here after all these years if I didn't need every single one of you? I could have broken out of the School long ago, by myself. But I didn't. Because I needed the flock."
Actually, I just wanted to leave her. See what she would've done.
But I didn't. 'Cause I was Fang after all, Mr. Emotionless Brick Wall. Emotionless Brick Walls do not yell. They do not rant. They don't event talk. Hence the "brick wall" part of the nickname. So instead, I kept quiet. Instead, I let her do what she wanted.
We stayed out of sight between the car and some small pinyon (at least that's what Nudge said they were) tree. Unless Nudge had suddenly developed a serious illness, I'd say she was pretty nervous judging by her shaking.
I heard the door open and instantly tensed. She held her breath as a woman came out of the mobile home. The woman came down into the front yard, which was covered in brown pine needles, and sat down in a cheap lawn chair in the shade.
All I could say, yeesh. There was no way this seemingly-honest-to-god-on-crack woman could be related to someone as fashion conscious as Nudge. Her hair was dripping wet and in curlers, and there was a towel draped around her shoulders. She leaned back, lit a cigarette, and popped the top on a can of soda. Talk about depressing. Knowing Nudge, she was probably half-expecting a fashion guru twirling around while baking cookies or something.
"Coke. It's not just for breakfast anymore," I whispered, trying to lighten up the mood, and Nudge elbowed me. Her face seemed thoughtful, with a hint of disappointment.
"Looking for something, freaks? Guess you found it," a voice cackled from behind. I stifled a groan, knowing after a second who it was. The evil laughter, the horrid smell, and the constant growls were kind of dead giveway.
But hey, that's just me.
Ah, the joy of life of an Eraser. Rude male models one second, ruthless man-wolves the next. They're living the dream, all right.
"Ari," I growled. Way to state the obvious, Fang, way to be.
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A/N: Hooray! I updated! I'm back from vacation at VA Beach and I'm trying to transition back into usual ways. My mom wouldn't let me buy the keychain, "I went to Virginia BITCH." So sad. -sniffs-. I know the quality of this chapter isn't very good, but I'll add more humor, dreams, and flashbacks in the upcoming chapters. Hopefully, the return of the dreaded ukeleles will come once again. Mwahahahahhaa. Unless I die or something, I'll definitely be updating sometime this week again. Same goes for my other story, A Lifetime's Worth. I urge you to read it! I know I keep promoting, but nevertheless. Anyway, with that aside, I just wanted everyone to know that I will never make a chapter with only an Author's Note. 'Cause that's just cruel-setting your hopes up and destroying it. With that being said, I have news. -Cue dramatic drumroll-
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Iggy: I'm not in this one either! -crosses arms-
Me: Oh, hush. Don't you see it says the main characters will be Fang and Max? Last time I checked, you're Iggy.
Iggy: Last time I checked, your face.
Me: That doesn't even make sense.
Iggy: I know you are, but what am I?
Me: Uhm. Okay. 0_0
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