Hey did any of you know that Max Ride 8 is gonna be called Nevermore? I mean weird right? So diff from all the others. It might not end up being called that but still the idea that it ever was that and the last one...*scoff.
guys, i offered to continue AAA1997's story, Is this love? but don't worry, this is still my top priority.
OK, LIFE and FAXNESS it is!
Moving on to like the second longest chapter of the story.
Max's POV
"Hey Max, guess what happened?"
"Hey Fang, guess what happened?" We both say at the same exact moment after I open my door to find tall, dark and handsome standing on my porch with a huge grin on his face. I grin right back after our moment.
"Looks like we still got it." He says and then pulls me in for a deep kiss. My brain is very confuzzled right now but I'm just glad Fang and I are on the same level of anything.
We pull apart and I inform him of the new developments, "Angel likes Gazzy."
"Yeah, Gazz likes Angel. What's the plan?"
I look shocked, "What plan?"
"C'mon Max, don't tell me you HAVEN'T cooked up something for those two." He teases.
Looking around me before I go outside and pull him down the street proves useful as Angel is at the top of the stairs, "Fang and I are going for a walk. Be back soon, ok bye!" I yell hastily.
"But Ma-" I cut her off by slamming the door.
Half dragging, half pushing Fang who has decided to become the world's slowest person, EVER, we make it round the street corner before Angel can come after us.
"Max."
"What?" I shout whisper annoyingly.
He just smiles at me showing his brilliantly white, straight teeth, yes actual toothage, then says. "I love you."
My eyebrows are raised like the hundreth millionth time today as I retort. "Mushy much Fang?" Even though my heart's fluttering pathetically like it always does when he says the ILU. "We've got much important things to think about."
This time it's his turn to make those perfect black, beautiful eye-shaping, unfair, not of this world eyebrows shoot up challengingly. "And the matter at hand is trying to get together our siblings..." Fang states.
The irony of it all...but I don't get to make up an excuse because we are interrupted by none other than Jerk Incarnate who is looking cute. "Hey Max. Fang." He nods. I get a happy wave and hello as Fang gets the dude nod, at least he nods back even though, now that I have time to notice anything instead of getting confused, he is actually glaring at Dylan. But Blondie wouldn't know as Fang glares are hard to decipher, at most, you'd only get the tingly feeling. I wouldn't like to see what would happen if Dylan got full-on Fang glare. Knowing him, he'd probably confront, and conquer. KNOWING HIM? I don't know him!
As I finish my little freak out, both boys are staring at me. I try to explain whatever it is I did. "Um...it was a bee..." this time Fang does use his full-on glare...on me. "Over there." I point somewhere to my left where there is nothing but street.
Joy.
Ok, kids! Time to convince people that Auntie Max is not a lunatic!
Putting on my best fake cheery smile, which is very bad compared to Auntie Max's fake sarcastic smile, I ask Dylan. "How funny we should run into you...here."
How funny we should run into you here...can we get a WOW MAX kids?
Fang decides then to disrupt our plan, children, word of advice, never let him do that, at least try your hardest.
"Max...he lives here."
My eyes widen to saucers. "HE DOES?"
"Oh." Kids, when in serious, un-doubted doubt, oh. "Right, you said. Today. After school. And now you're here. Again. Right. Ok I'm just gonna like leave now and let you guys talk...because...well..."
"Because?" Blondie repeats.
"Because I don't feel too well!" I say excitedly, not like how a sick girl would say it.
If you haven't noticed, the reverting has caused a few wires in my head to short circuit, terribly, to the point of no return and truthfully you know you want to say that it's for the best but really though, those wires were the only things connecting my thoughts to my addition side that controls all deduction and memorization. So in short, not good kids, not good at all.
To add to the short circuitry Fang has started to full-on glare at Jerk Incarnate. I grimace un-flatteringly.
"Fang..." But before I can say anything I spy Angel running towards us with a determined expression.
"Angel! What's wrong?" I exclaim.
"Max! Hey, Fang." She pauses to hug him who surprisingly hugs back. I guess having someone be your girlfriend's little sister and your little brother's crush can break the Fang no hugs rule.
"Anyway...Max-" Angel continues but is interrupted again by Dylan who had been looking on silently with a flicker of faint amusement. "Angel right? Max's little sis?"
Angel turns to him, upset to be interrupted in the middle of telling me something OH SO VERY IMPORTANT, probably that Justin Bieber's in town and he's playing tonight and there're only two tickets left and that she wants me to take her...even though she vowed NOT to like Beaver! Ugh, tweens.
And argh, teens, because now Angel is glaring at him and Fang looks to be on the verge of tearing him apart!
"What'd you say to my little sister?" I yell at Blondie, thoroughly upset...again. WHAT IS WITH TODAY? IS IT LIKE FRIDAY THE 13TH OR WHAT?
I swear to whatever's up there that if one more bad thing happens to me today, I'm going to kick the but of the first person I see.
Blondie's standing there looking shocked and confused cutely and I just want him to get the HELL out of my life cuz the Lord only knows how much I could do to him and his righteous green eyes right now.
Don't worry children, it gets worse because I hear something that seems to tear my life apart, not that everything hasn't already, and guess who's mouth it comes out of?
Angel's. Talk about an angel being a gift or a curse.
"MAX! Listen to me, Mom just called and left a message, they're coming back in like an hour! She wants the house spotless and dinner on the table by the time she sets foot on the porch! Just forget about what he said, ok? It was nothing." Sisters are the best aren't they? They're always under your feet, or telling you that you need to get new jeans, and that the worst day of your life has just gotten that much WORSE. They also seem to sometimes know exactly what you're thinking because I was still mad at Dylan, confused about Fang and life even though we made up, Fang and I, not life and I, and also freaking the freak out about the rents coming back in an hour!
Angel's POV
Considering the fact that the dude seems to be a jerk face, I can't help but notice that he's kind of cute but my heart's with Gazz. Truthfully, part of me regrets telling Max, because I know that she's not just going to sit around. My suspicions were confirmed when Fang dropped over and Max is kind of a suckish liar when in a hurry.
But all thoughts of trying to rewind time and not tell her were banished when the phone rang. I let it run to voicemail since I was thinking about Gazz. My thoughts were just turning to doubt about my choice when I heard the beep and the voice that followed: Maria's.
I know she took me in and cared for me at least for a little bit or else I wouldn't be here in the first place but Max was the one who was the ultimate mom. Ever since Dad got the new scientist job, which was soon after they got me, Mom started drifting away. The only good memory I have of her is of how she'd sing me goodnight, kiss me on the cheek and tuck me in. It's a memory most kids have but this one's mine.
At seven years old, we were already moving everywhere and they'd go on their trips, leaving 12 year old Max to take care of me for weeks on end. Illegal, sure, but they're the Rides with money to spend. Jeb, Dad's...not that bad, he's nice but not strong enough to stand up to Mom, to Maria becasue she's as much a mom to me as a polar bear living in Antartica.
Anyway once I listened to what she evilly sputtered out, I hurried out the door to tell Max who was around the street corner with Fang and this dude. The cute one.
Before I knew it he was hitting on Max with Fang standing right there by saying. "Wow Max, your little sister's really cute...just like you."
Ok it was a compliment but Fang and Max are perfect, P-E-R-F-E-C-T, and even though the boy didn't do anything that would make a normal person believe he was a TRUE jerk, hitting on a girl like that in front of her boyfriend? So NOT COOL. I do try to believe in the best of everyone most of the time but my parents are coming home! Once I convey the message to Max, I see the expected reaction.
She stares at me blankly then shouts. "WHAT?"
Muttering under her breath about the number 13, Fridays and kicking butts she shoots the boy a glare then drags me toward our house while Fang just follows offering silent help and encouragement-see I know a little bit of Fangonian too!-but Max turns around to say. "Dylan! We aren't gonna be friends or anything else no matter what, so stay away, k? I'm not interested!"
He replies confidently. "Don't worry Max!" But Max just rolls her eyes.
So his name's Dylan and he seems to like Max. I see the look in his really green eyes, they remind me of something...but I can't think of it.
Fang's POV
I keep Max and Angel company by cleaning the house with them and later on cooking dinner with Angel who helps with small things as her arm's still in a cast and her ribs still hurt sometimes, while Max went and rest. I haven't said more than necessary since we came back and I don't want to. What Dylan said pissed me off, I wanted to kick his sorry ass, and Max has been acting weird again.
The temporary break-up, the make-up, the Daniels twins coming, the Angel and Gazz thing, and Max's parents coming home has all happened in the space of one freakin' day, the freakin' day Max goes back to school. Life is messed up as usual.
Max's POV
Fang and Ange are making dinner, I love them so much, as I lie on my bed feeling the the pain in my shoulder and head.
Yeah, the headaches never left and I sure wish they would. They make me feel so weak and useless. I haven't told anyone that they're still around since they'd just get permanent wrinkles in their foreheads which trust me, isn't as nice as it doesn't sound like, I've had them forever worrying about Ange, and start trying to convince me to see a doctor, I hate doctors if you didn't know, and it's only been two weeks.
Speaking of two weeks, I feel so bad about not being able to go to band practices and keeping Fang from going even though Iggy, Ella, Nudge, Jason, and Jason all kept saying that it's fine when they visited. But they've been trying to get gigs and I feel USELESS. I swear I'm going to get them a gig to make up for everything they've had to go through because of my stupid, stupid, stupid life.
My self-pitying session isn't over yet because my thoughts have run to Dylan, annoying, blonde haired, turquoise eyed Dylan who lives down the street and consumes my thoughts as much as Fang had those first few weeks after meeting him like three times.
"Why the heck did I just think that?" I growl to myself.
Fang.
We're okay, we're okay.
"Owww headache, shoulder, headache, headache!" I moan. I need Tylenol but it's downstairs in the kitchen and I can't have them worry when Angel's already freaking aboout Jeb and Maria coming home, and Fang...and Fang has gone back to being really, really, really silent and moody.
Plus, it's been forty minutes since we came home and they'll be through the door any minute now. I got to get Angel in her room, Fang out the door and dinner on the table like NOW.
Fang POV
It all happened way too fast, Max had just pushed Angel up into her room and told her to stay put, when someone began slamming on the door.
"Crap!" Max shouted. "Fang you need to get out now! If Maria see's you she's gonna murder both of us!" She yelled. I began to run upstairs to Max's room when the door slammed open and Maria came crashing in. It was all so damn familiar. I can't believe it's only been a six weeks since they last left.
"Maximum Ride you better get your sorry self out there to grab my stuff be- who is he!" She shouted the moment she saw me. I froze staring at her before I shook myself out of it an walked to the door and held out my hand. "Uh Fang..." I said. She didn't reach for my hand or make any move at all, she just stood there and glared at me.
"Mar- Mom this is Fang my uh... boyfriend." Max said quietly. Maria just stood there glaring at me. "Why is he here again? He can't be here while I am, that is not ok with me." She said looking at me like I was scum. God what was wrong with this woman...and the way she talked?
Max didn't reply, just stood there looking shell shocked before she snapped herself back into reality. I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to scream at her mother. Worried, I shot her a warning look praying she would catch it and calm herself down. We had to get her mom in a better mood.
Max looked at me with pain in her eyes. I know she's ashamed of her family and that she'd like to have me have nothing to do with it but if I had to, I'd punch Mrs. Ride right in the face for her. I hated the way she treats Max and Angel and to hell with manners, "Mrs. Ride, Max is my girlfriend and I am staying." I said to a shocked Ride, with my best Fang mask on. Yes...the one Max hates but loves all the same.
Max's mom glared at me, scoffed then walked away but not before shouting, "I want dinner ready in five minutes Max!"
I looked at Max and my heart gave a little pang because for a second she looked desperate and I wanted to take her away from all of it, but I just said, "It'll be done in three. Could you help set the table?"
She gave a slight nod and slowly walked towards the kitchen.
Guys, this time could you gve me some feedback on my writing? I feel as if this chapter wasn't very good. And what do you guys think? About the story and the direction it's headed? Tell me, I'd love to know.
LMBOSHMSFOAIDMT(laughing my butt off so hard my sombrero fell off and i dropped my taco)... just cuz i had to say it.
HAHA.