Dylan Pov

Okay, so I was stupid. I ran and hid, and didn't care for a long time.

But I care now right. So that has to count for something.

Right?

So I destroyed the tree house out of jealousy and hate. So? I could build her another one. Or do something even bigger like a house. Or maybe I should just kill Fang. He's not good enough for Max anyway. I am way better. Good looks, smart, pretty good at disappearing too. I'm like everything. I'm her soul mate. I'm her soul mate. Her perfect other half.

Yeah, I'll make a house. Show her how much I love her more than that idiot, and I'll kill him too. Make it look like an accident.

Mwhahahaha.

I walked back to Doctor M's house. Planning the ways to kill Fang. Maybe drown him, or maybe cut his wings off and leave him to die in the desert. Or torture. Slow sweet torture. A knife here and there, maybe a lost finger or too. Rip out his hair one by one. Hell, I should make Max watch too. Hahaha, I'll get her this time. I'm only doing it for her too.

I love her.

Max Pov

We finally arrived to the mall, Nudge was taking about all her friends and stuff. And we waked around a couple of stores I finally find a store that had mostly black stuff. Cool dresses and bad tee's. Amazing jewelry too.

"Okay, Max. Go ahead and try these on," Nudge held up some tees and a pair of black jeans.

I liked most of the shirts. And the jeans were a size big. I stepped out of the dressing room.

"I need a size smaller for the pants." In a flash Nudge had gotten a pair. She held more shirts too. We traded and there was one shirt I tried on. I already loved it.

It was droopy in the back showing all of it. And even though my wings were there I liked it anyway. Besides my wings wall flush against my back so they almost look like tattoos. The shirt also showed most of my chest and stomach, there was only enough fabric to cover my boobs. I stepped out again wearing the shirt and new jeans.

"Max, oh my, God. That looks amazing on you. Wow."

"Wait, your not afraid people will see my wings?"

"Max, most people know about my wings. I buy shirts that sow my back so I can wear my wings out once in a while. I mean there was this time that I really wanted to have them cut off. But in seventh grade we had physical education and we had to change into out gym uniforms and one time I forgot my tank top to cover them and all the girls saw and the coach made me put on my clothes. But then I was really proud of them because no one else had them and instead of the doing exercise like everyone else the coach let my fly around the school and stuff and then suddenly the whole school knew and a lot of people were ditching class just to see me fly. So, no one will mind around here, I'm pretty sure everyone here knows."

Oh. I can't believe that she just let people in like that.

"Actually, Max, almost everybody knows about everyone. They know Andrew, James, and Angel have wings too. We do functions for charity a lot and speak at different schools talking about how its okay to be yourself. So you can let your wings out. Its California, the're weirder things here."

Again. Oh.

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I now have about 20 new shirts a new backpack to put all my clothes in, several new pairs of pants lots of new jewelry too. And now we were off to go find a hair salon.
I had kind of brushed my hair in the car and kept running my fingers through it so it wasn't so bad. Nudge seemed to know exactly where she was going. We got to a hair place in fifteen minutes. I had changed into one of my backless shirts I bought, luckily this one covered the front of me so I wouldn't have to constantly adjust it.

When we walked in it smelled like cinnamon and some other smells I didn't recognize.

"Hey, Monique. The usual?" said a woman with light blonde hair.

"No, Bridged, I like you to meet my sister Max. She's going to get the bunch."

What's the bunch?! In less than five minutes I was being seated to get my hair cut.

"So how do you want it?" Bridged asked. I honesty didn't know.

"Um. Surprise me. I haven't had a hair cut since I was six, if you couldn't tell be the four feet of hair I have." Nudge laughed.

"First we're gonna wash it. Okay, Max."

"Alright."

"Not a pixie cut, Bree."

"Okie dokie." And she turned me around so I couldn't see any mirrors.

Nudge was rambling about school and how Jeb and Angel had been doing. I wasn't paying too much attention. I was watching my hair hit the floor, and I could feel my head getting lighter and lighter with every bit that fell.

"Okay, Max. I'm going to do clean up your face and then I'll go back to your hair."

What was she going to do to my face? Don't touch my face.

"This might hurt since Monique said this is your first time."

I braced myself as Bridged applied a white strip of something to my face.

RIIIIPPPP!
"OOOWWW!" I put a hand to my face just above my eyebrow.

"Sorry." But she did another, and I didn't say anything. Not until she told me I was done, but it seemed like hours due to the pain of each rip.

"Sorry, Max. Your eyebrows were out of control. They were like caterpillars on your face."

"Oh, gee, thanks Nudge. Real sisterly of you."

"Alright back to your hair."

Oh, joy. Never again.