Currently it is a Friday night and instead of going to the last home football game I'm at home watching Netflix and finally posting this chapter. Sorry but your welcome.
Fang POV Here's the thing. I have a problem. A major problem and I don't know what to do. So I'm going to tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone else. Okay? Okay. I, Fang Walker, like Maximum Ride. There I said it. You heard me. No lies. But that isn't the problem. The problem is that I hate that I do. Why? you maybe asking. Because it's never going to work out. Why? you maybe asking again. Because I am a bird freak. I have wings and she is normal, beautiful Max. She would never want to date a bird kid when there are tons of other attractive normal boys out there. The other thing is that she doesn't remember. She doesn't remember that I kissed her that night. No memory at all. Part of me is relieved and the other part is disappointed. Relieved for the fact that she doesn't have to reject me and disappointed for the fact the I don't know if she feels the same. So when she called I dropped everything and ran out the door. Literally I dropped the bag of chips I was eating from and sprinted to her house. And even though I knew she was safe after the man had left, I stayed with her. My arm around her shaking body keeping her warm. Protecting her from harm. And then I left. I had to leave because I had to pack. But the thing is, I don't want to pack. I don't want to leave Max and Gazzy and Iggy and Ella. I feel drawn here. When I'm with the Ride's I finally feel comfortable in my own skin. I don't feel like a third wheel or awkward. I feel like I finally belong somewhere. When I pack, I often get distracted easily. This time I ended up on my phone for the next hour scrolling through my camera roll going through the most recent pictures. My favorite this was one of Max. It was after school one day in her car, Steven. She was driving us to Sonic for Route 44's and milkshakes. I was in the passenger side of the car with my phone. She turned her head to the left, checking for cars, and I took it. The sunlight bounced off her skin giving it a golden color. An angel is one way to describe it. The light around her profile gave Max a glow. That's not the only one. There was the one with us at McDonalds that Nudge got. We were both trying to see how many fries we could each fit into our mouths when I started choking and ends up losing. I will never forget the one of our staring contest. Max had just blinked and someone got the photo of me in a mid-laugh because I had won. These memories I never want to lose. No matter where we move I will never forget the Ride's. Especially not Max. My not packing session was interrupted by the doorbell. I groaned, sat up, and left my messy bedroom. Slowly, I made my way downstairs to the front door. There I opened the door and saw the man. The man. The guy who was in front of Max's house. That guy. The one with the black mustang and messy, dirty blond hair. Him. Here. In front of my house. He cleared his throat. I must've been staring. "Hi. Hello. Is there a Cole Walker home?" Dad. This potentially dangerous guy wanted to see Dad. What do I say in a situation like this? "He's not home at the moment. Can I pass a message?" The man looked frustrated. Angry even. Just then something caught my attention. Right behind mystery man I saw Gazzy. I groaned and the man looked confused to what I could be groaning at. Trying to ignore my troublesome friend, I turned back to the man with the mustang. "Yes and no. I just need you to give him this envelope." The man pulled a white envelope with something scribbled on it from his jacket. He extended his arm into my home and set the letter carefully in my hands, as if it were his lifeline that could not be broken. "Okay. Is that all?" I questioned while looking for Gazzy behind him. Upon leaving the Ride household after Max had fallen asleep, I passed by Gazzy's room and saw an empty box of miniature camera pieces and many bomb necessities lying on his desk. If he had bombs and camera's, someone was definitely going to get hurt. "Nope that should be all." Messy hair man said, trying to catch my eye. "Have a good day!" I watched intently as he got into his fancy car and drove off and left the street. Upon his departure, Gazzy jumped out of nowhere in front of me, almost giving me a heart attack. "What the hell man?" I practically shouted. Gazzy chuckled and gave me one of his grins. "Sorry man. I was just going around the neighborhood." "Doing what?" I questioned. "I know you have bombs and mini cameras with you." Gazzy cursed under his breath. "Look it's nothing. Can I come in?" I pushed the bombs and camera's out of my mind and said, "Yeah sure." We made our way into the prestigious house. But this time instead of furniture, moving boxes covered the living room. They read, "Living Room", "Family Photos", "Xbox 360 and Wii Things". "Damn. A whole box just for video games." Gazzy muttered under his breath. I just shrugged my shoulders and headed up to my room. There, I tossed the letter in the white envelope onto my dresser and continued to put my dark t-shirts into the cardboard box on my bed. Gazzy stood in the doorway watching. "I can't believe y'all are actually leaving." I ignored him. I didn't like to think about leaving the best place I'd ever lived. "Where are yall going?" Wherever Dad says, I thought. "Why are y'all moving in the first place? Did something happen?" Nudge, I wanted to say. Nudge and her fat mouth happened. Gazzy continued to ask questions and I continued to ignore him. Finally I just couldn't take it anymore. "Please stop! Stop asking questions I don't know answers to. Stop reminding me of here with you and Iggy and Max. Please stop reminding me of Max. You being here reminds me of her. Just please leave." Gazzy shrunk back at my outburst. "One more quick question." he squeaked. I groaned. "Can I put these up in your house?" He held up bag of something that I couldn't care to look at. With my back turned to him I responded, "Yeah sure whatever. Go crazy. Just leave me alone just for a little bit." I listened as Gazzy walked away and out the front door. Finally, I thought. I flopped down onto my bed. Just a couple more weeks here. A couple more weeks with Max. "Should I tell Max how I feel?" I asked outloud. "Of course you should!" I heard someone say. "Who said that?" I demanded. Who else was with me right now? "No no don't tell her!" Another voice said. "Wahh? Who is saying that?" I said confused. I looked around my room, unable to find the source. Was I going crazy? "Hey! Over here! To your right!" I turned my head to the right and looked around. All I could see were boxes, boxes, and more boxes. "On your shoulder!" I looked down and saw a very familiar face on a very tiny person. Then I realized that the tiny person was... me? But this me had devil horns and was wearing dark colors. "Wait what?!" I practically shouted. "What the hell is going on?!" "Watch your language!" another voice to my left said. I looked down and saw another mini me dressed in all white with a halo. All of a sudden it all clicked. These mini me's were my self conscious. It was like in the cartoons when the main character would have its good side appear on one should and it's bad on the other. "Wow he's actually smart." Bad Me commented. "Shush! Fang is a smart, handsome, young man. He doesn't need your negativity in his life." Good Me retorted. "Me? Negative? I'm not negative! I'm just realistic. And by being realistic I'm saying to go tell Max how you feel. She has a right to know, ya know." "No don't listen to Bad You. Listen to Good You. I know what I'm talking about when I say if you tell her and leave it will break her poor heart. She's already damaged enough as it is. You might be thinking that Max is strong and can handle it but not everyone can be strong all the time." "I'll agree with that but if you don't tell her then you'll regret that decision for the rest of your life. When you're in your mid forties all alone in your home you'll be thinking, "I should've told that hot momma Max that I liked her. Maybe if I did she could be here with me and I wouldn't be alone." "No don't tell her!" "Tell her!" "Don't!" "Do!" "Don't!" "Do!" "Don't!" "Do!" "Alright!" I screamed. I knew what I was going to do. "I'm going to get rid of y'all two and clear my head." Good Me and Bad Me disappeared without a trace as I hurried to the garage. I had the feeling that someone was watching me but dismissed the thought as I got into my car and drove off. 5 miles. 10 miles. 15. 20. 40. I drove till it got dark. I ended up parking at a park in the woods. There I took my shirt of and expanded my cramping, solid black wings. Slowly I started to flap. Faster, and faster, and faster. I gave myself a running start, jumped, then I was off. Off into the air not caring where I went or when I would get back. All I knew was that I didn't care where I went. I just needed to clear my mind and I didn't care how long it took.
QOTC: Do you like someone? If yes, describe that special someone. Feel free to tell a story about you and that someone. I love reading what y'all have to say! AOTC: No. People where I live are not that attractive... Thank you to those who are sticking with my story. Stick with me and hopefully you'll be pleased with the storyline. I will try to write the next chapter asap. It is difficult to juggle cross country, school, friends, and fanfiction all at the same time. remember to stay swaggy and peace out ;)