Hey Fanfictioners! So first of all, I'm not mad if you guys go crazy with reviews, I just would prefer them to be related to the update. But thank you guys for the reviews! (I'm kinda crazy today...) This one will have some Fax and a time skip. So prepare yourselves. Oh and I know you all were like :MAKE FANG WORK AT HOT TOPIC! Okay...I'm going to be totally shunned for this but...I hate the mall. Like, I have probably gone there like 6 times in my whole life and I was forced to. I hate shopping and walking and I'm pretty much a lazy butt so I hate it. And every time time I have gone, I have never been to hot topic. DON'T. KILL. ME. PLEASE! I'm sorry I'm just so uncool like that! Lol. Enjoy and review!
-Faerie :D
Before Jeb talked to Max. 3rd person
Her phone rang, an unknown number. But she knew. The girl pressed talk, walking far away from her group of friends.
"Did you run them out?"
"Of course." She said, walking into the girl's bathroom and checking the stalls for people.
"Good. Are you sure they don't want to come?"
"I'm sure. When do I get my money?"
"When they enroll." The girl rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"You said you would pay me after they left."
"Have they officially pulled out of the school?"
"Well...no...bu-"
"Then you don't get payed. Do not call this number back." The line went dead. The girl stood in the empty bathroom for a minute longer, fixing her hair in the mirror and walking out. She pushed aside her annoyance and started for her group.
"Hey, what was that about?"
"Nothing." She said with a smile. Her boyfriend wrapped his arm around her waist and they started off down the hall, leading their group of populars.
Max's POV
"What?!"
"One of my old colleagues opened up a school for all the mutants like you." I stared at Jeb. He looked excited and slightly crazy.
"Oh cut the crap, Jeb. You mean to tell me that the reason you are back is because there is some stupid school full of tortured children who are mutants?"
"Yes, and everything there is designed to help you get the same education and teach you how to survive in the real world, without the bullies." I frowned.
"How do you know I'm bullied? What if I'm the most popular girl in school?"
"Oh. I just assumed..."
"Oh, you just "assumed" I was bullied because I'm a freak, right? I mean, a girl with wings, she can't hide that secret! She must be relentlessly bullied and tortured every day of her life! All of that because she has wings! Right?" Jeb was speechless. I stood up, slamming my hands against the table, letting my anger spill over. "And you just assumed all this because I have wings! The wings that YOU gave me! Do you realize just how hard it is to hide an 8 freaking foot wingspan under a sweatshirt?! Do you realize that most teenage girls don't have wings GROWING OUT OF THEIR BACKS?!" I screamed, right into Jeb's face.
"I just want you to think about it." With that, he stood and walked from the house. My heart was pounding, my throat raw from screaming.
Overreacting much? Think about it. A whole school of kids just like you. All tortured for being different. Just think about it.
Stupid thoughts.
They seemed to always be right but not at the right time. I mean, could they have made me realize that before I screamed like that? The truth: I was going to think about it.
A few weeks later. (They both went to school a few times and made it out alive. Fang got a job. This is all unnecessary stuffs.) Fang's POV
I walked into the kitchen, throwing my car keys down on the counter. Yes, you read that right. MY car keys. Well, Ratchet and I have to share the car (this should be interesting...) but for now, it's MINE!
"Nick, honey. Is that you?"
"No, mom. I'm a robber." I called back, slipping my pay check from my jeans and setting it on the counter by the mail. I heard light footsteps.
"How was work?"
"Boring as hell." I said, getting a glass down from the cupboard.
"Language, Nick." I muttered a 'sorry' and leaned against the counter with my water. My mom was flipping through the mail, pushing catalogues and envelopes aside. "What's this?" She held up a slightly wrinkled envelope. I shrugged, turning away from her to "look in the fridge". "Nick! Is this your pay check?" I didn't turn around and nodded. "I will take it to the bank for you tomorrow."
"No, keep it."
"Why? It's your money. Don't you want to take that Max girl out on dates?"
"I already had my boss subtract a little from it. Keep the rest."
"B-but why?" My mom looked genuinely confused. I walked around the counter and held onto her shoulders, she was a little shorter than Max.
"Because, you work too much. All day long it's all work. You never even cook anymore. I just thought I could help." My mom pulled me into a hug, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Thank you." Another set of arms wrapped around us. Ratchet was putting his face WAY to close to mine.
"I like hugs." He said in the most derpy voice humanly possible. I pushed him away and put about 4 steps between both him and my mom. What? I have a personal bubble to! The only person that can be inside of my personal bubble, is Max. So don't even think about!
Wow. And I'm talking to myself again. Great.
In all of our hugging, Ratchet's derpyness (it's a word) and my mom's crying, we didn't notice the door opening. Or the man walking into our house. Or him clearing his throat.
"Nick? Ratchet? Anne?" We all spun to find Robert standing in the door way.
"You! You sad excuse of a dad! You nearly killed Fang and I!" Ratchet was going for Robert's throat. I yanked him back, glaring at him.
"I'm done drinking. I'm sorry I left. I didn't want to hurt any of you any more than I had. I got a job." Robert said, handing a paycheck to my mom. She took it and gasped then handed mine back to me. Wow. Rejected. I'm kidding. (I'm just trying to lighten the mood here!)
And I'm STILL talking to myself.
Ratchet and I left the room while our parents talked (yelled a little to). Later that night, everything finally seemed okay. Our mom actually COOKED FOOD for us and served them on these weird things called plates. And Robert sat with us, talking quietly and drinking a big glass of water. Ratchet still scowled at him. But for once, things were okay.
Max's POV
It had been days since I had seen Fang. He was super busy with work and family stuff. Almost every night we both snuck out and flew for a few hours but I still missed seeing him. Even though this last week or two had been really busy for him, Fang never failed to send me goodnight texts and exchange brief kisses in the halls and at lunch.
Two black clad arms wrapped around my middle and a chin rested on my head. I turned around and pulled Fang into a hug.
"Oh my god, I missed you so much!" Fang swayed us back and forth.
"I missed you to!" Fang planted a kiss on my head and pulled out of our hug. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing...being bored and missing you." Fang smirked.
"Want to hang out after school?"
"Of course!" I nearly shouted, he kissed my lips and smiled against them.
"I will see you after school. Meet me out by the parking lot." I nodded as Fang squeezed my hand and walked down the hall to his class.
Linelinelinelinelinelineline
"Oh my god! It's yours?!" Fang smiled and nodded as we climbed into his new car. And guess what color it was! Black. I laughed to myself as we drove to his house.
"What's so funny?"
"It's black."
"Yeah..."
"Everything you own is black. It's kind of funny."
"Hey not everything."
"Let me guess, you have some gray and white, right?" Fang smiled and nodded. We got to his house and went straight for the kitchen as usual.
"Hey, Nick. Who is this?" A tall man asked.
"Max, this is Robert. Robert, this is Max." Hm. So this was the guy that nearly killed Fang and Ratchet in a drunken rage...he doesn't look so mean... I shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Max." We walked into the kitchen and pretty much cleaned out the fridge.
"You, know, it's nice to have someone who can eat almost as much as me." Fang said, popping another handful of grapes in his mouth.
"Almost? I'm offended!" Fang's mom walked in and saw us sitting at the table with most of the fridge's contents on the counter in front of us.
"Well I'm glad Nick finally found a girl who can eat more than him. That last girl barely ate anything when she came over for dinner."
"HAH! WHAT NOW!" I shouted, pumping my fists in the air. Fang threw a grape at me.
"Nick, honey, no throwing food."
"Yes honey, no throwing food!" I said as soon as Anne walked out of the room. Fang threw another grape which I caught in my mouth. "I think I win. Give up now!" Fang frowned and reached for the container of left over...something... He grabbed a fork and aimed it at me. I screamed and jumped off my chair, Fang close behind me. I ran down the hall and hid behind Ratchet who had just walked in. A forkfuls of some kind of food hit his shirt. Ratchet glared at Fang and tackled him. They were wrestling, the food flying everywhere. Ratchet had Fang pinned to the ground with his arms behind his back. I walked over and sat on top of them. Anne peeked her head in.
"Good job Max. I approve. Hey boys, Robert and I are going out to dinner. Don't break anything. Max is in charge."
"'k mom." They both said in unison then continued to struggle under my weight. As soon as the door closed, Ratchet started shouting for me to get off. I climbed off of them and helped Fang up.
"Max, Max, Max. Want to know what happens to people who isit on us?"
"Why not." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. Fang and Ratchet both looked at each other, then Fang picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and they carried me upstairs. Fang threw me on the black bed and Ratchet aimed a Nerf gun at me.
"Now, apologize." I shook my head with a smile. Fang grabbed a Nerf gun from a closet (okay, now I want to marry him for that) aiming it.
"Max, say it!" I laughed and shook my head. I stood up and grabbed Ratchet's arm, flipping him. "I surrender!" Fang said, raising his food stained arms up. Both of them were covered in left overs.
"That's better." I said, taking the gun from him and tossing it to the side. Ratchet got up, rubbing his back and glaring.
"Good game, Maximum Martinez. You have passed the girlfriend test." I smiled as Ratchet walked away, still rubbing his back and muttering something about how I flipped him. Heehee... Fang looked down at his shirt and grabbed a new one from his drawers. He pulled off his messy shirt. Holy. Crap. Abs. I nearly died. Let's just leave it at that. Fang smirked at my staring and pulled on his shirt, probably just to torture me. He sat on the bed with me and smiled.
"So," I said, not wanting to discuss all the scars on his arms.
"So," he said back.
"Um, Jeb said something to me a few weeks ago...and told me to tell you." Fang frowned a little. "He said there is a school of mutants nearby. He told me all about it and...I think we should go see it."
"Max I don't think this is such a good idea."
"It's a school just for the people who were changed into mutants. All these kids are just like this, all of them are bullied like us." Fang looked at the carpet for a minute. The carpet was pretty much the only thing not black or white in his room. It was gray instead. Figures...
"Fine."
"What?"
"Fine. Tell Jeb that we will come and see it some time." I threw my arms around Fang's neck and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you." Fang nodded and kissed my cheek, stroking my hair. We ended up spending the rest of the afternoon and evening lying on his bed and listening to music while we talked. Fang got up to go to the bathroom so I pulled out my phone.
me: Jeb, it's Max. Fang and I agreed to come visit the school. Just to see how it is. No guarantees.
Jeb: Great! You will love it there! Does tomorrow work? I thought for a moment. We could skip school for one day. Besides, we would technically still be going to school...
Jeb: Oh and I know there are some other mutants at your school. Bring them along to. Anybody who was part of the program is welcome.
me: We will be there.
Ooooh so exciting! A school for mutants! And I feel kind of bad, I said I would update a bunch today, but I kind of got sidetracked. I got an idea for a book and so I'm starting to write my own novel. I only have a few word doc. pages so far but I'm going to work on it after I post this. I really want to publish a book so I might change up my fanfics Together and Apart and combine them to publish...I might not. I don't know yet. But as my mom put it, if I realy really try hard on it and it sells, I could pay for part of college with the money. So I'm sorry if my updates are a little spread out.
Thank you guys so much for the favorites, follows and reviews! Keep them up! I will try to update ASAP.
Love you guys! -Faerie :D