AN: finally! I finished typing it. It took a while. The chappie is rather long (for me, anyways), and a bit of just a ramble. So please, don't get any more mad at me than you already are for me not posting/typing sooner.
Chapter 36, right? Sure.
We stayed close together for a while, then our doorbell rang, causing both of us to go tense and into fighting stance. Old habits die hard.
We relaxed once we truly realized that it couldn't have been anything more than new neighbors, welcoming us into the neighborhood. We walked hand-in-hand to the front door, stopping to look through the peep hole. A young girl, about D'anette's age, really, stood at the door, practically just bouncing around. Max took a step back before opening up the door to the girl.
"Hi! D'anette told me that you just moved in! Like, today. Is that true? Cause if so, that is, like, totally awesome!" the girl exclaimed. She had light brown hair with teal tips. Her eyes were seriously blue with green rings. Her clothes were unique, to say the nicest. Her jeans were faded, and used as an autograph book. She kept a smile plastered against her face at all times.
"I'm Heidi. What's your names?" Heidi asked, almost bouncing off the walls.
"I'm Max. This is," Max looked up at me, not knowing if we should've gone by another name or not. I finished for her.
"I'm Fang," I stated. Hey – we were living here. And there was seriously absolutely no way that I was going by Maximilian.
"Cool names! Are you two, like, the parents? Cause if you are, then you're seriously really young. You look no more than 18! I mean, not to be mean or anything, but seriously. Oh! D'anette and I are really close friends, so she tells me practically everything. So, she told there are a few of you. Like 5 or something." God! Another Nudge! And I thought I was going to de from just Nudge and D'anette. How about those two plus Heidi? Crap.
"Yeah. There's six of us," Max intercepted. "I'll go get them. You can talk with Fang." Oh, man. I'm so going to get her back for this. She smiled and walked back into the house, retrieving everyone. The second Max's back was turned, Heidi started talking. Again.
"OMG! So, I have to tell you! D'anette and I are married! It's so cool! She's my wife, and I loove her! Ha! That's one of our many insiders! Like last week, she became my poll-dancer wife! It was sooooooooooooooooooo funny! You had to be there to understand. OMG! You probably don't know this, but I call her Donut. That's probably one of the greatest names I have ever called anyone. Some days she'll only respond to certain names. Like, one time she only responded to Spunky, but that was a while ago. Like no more than a month. It was really hard, cause I only call her Donut. And you don't look the least bit interested and here comes Max!" Oh, God! She is another Nudge or D'anette. How the HELL am I supposed to live in this neighborhood? I thought, hoping Angel wasn't listening in. Heidi was talking over 200 words per second. She's hyped up on something. She has to be. I will seriously die.
"Hey! You guys must be the rest of the family!" Heidi exclaimed, probably holding back her whole speech to us.
"I'm Angel," said, well, Angel. "I'm seven."
"I'm Gazzy, and nine," he said, smiling brightly at her, like a normal nine year old would.
"I'm Nudge, and I'm 12! Oh! And I just love love love love love love to talk! How about you? I think it is one of the coolest passions and hobbies!" rambled Nudge. Luckily, Iggy covered her mouth with his hand.
"I'm Iggy. Blind and 15. Sorry about Nudge," Iggy simply stated.
"And you know us, but just to clarify, I'm Max and 15," she cleared up.
"Fang, 15." As I've probably said many times before, I hate talking. I wrapped my arm around Max's shoulders, hopefully letting Heidi know that no, she can't have me even though I'm really hott. But instead, it just started a new rant.
"OMG! You guys are, like, so cute! I mea, you're both tall and really, really model skinny. And I mean that in a good way. Please don't take that the wrong way. Because I'm only mean to the people I don't like and since your track record is clear for, like, the past hour I have no reason to become my really bitchy-punk-emo girl. So beware, I can be very, very mood swingy. Like, seriously. Do you ever get that way, Max? Or even Nudge?" Seriously, Heidi spoke all that in only a few breaths. Something is wrong with those two girls. Oh, God. I'm not going to survive this place.
"So, where do you live?" Nudge interrupted. Okay, not that's something you don't hear everyday – Nudge interrupted someone talking because they were talking too much. Well, I guess she thinks she must be the center of attention at all times.
"Just a few houses down. Oh, that means we could have, like, sleepovers all the time! That'd be so much fun! I mean, I don't have any siblings that are around our age; she's in college. But I'm sure we can all be friends." She paused! A miracle! "I just sounded like an effing hippie. Gross. I'm no tree-hugger! I hate hippies because…" I drowned her out. I looked down at my beautiful Max.
Why? I thought, remembering Max and mine's 'why' list from only a few days ago. No more than a week – though it felt like a lifetime. Why should anyone this beautiful be born for only testing and a life full of misery? Why should she have to go through all this horrible crap? She's so fragile, so why would someone try to destroy her? Why must she be put through all this at such a young age? She doesn't seem young, but the task that is put on her should only be handled by someone with more experience – no offence to Max. She's doing a wonderful job – but she shouldn't have to do this.
I was interrupted in my thoughts by someone snapping their fingers in front of me. Apparently, Heidi finished up her rant. I focused my attention to what was happening around me to find all eyes on me. Just humiliation.
"Hm?" I asked, trying not to insult Heidi or anyone else.
"How long?" Heidi repeated. "How long have you two been going out?"
"A few weeks. Nothing more than that," I answered, a bit wordy for my tastes to new people.
"But we've known each other since about the time we were born," Max said.
"Oh. That's awesome. I always think that you should be best friends before you go out with anyone, otherwise the relationship could go down the drain, or just horribly wrong. I mean, you should trust who you love and if you don't trust them, how are you going to tell tem how you feel and so how do they help you to not feel that way? It's all so very confusing. But here's what I think: trust those you love, and keep only few. I only trust Donut, Colin, and Zac. Only three. But Zac lives in freaking Utah! Geez, I love that kid. He's so sweet and amazing and cute and –"
"Hello, Heidi!" came D'anette's voice. "Please, Heids, don't make their ears bleed. It doesn't work." Those two plus Nudge started laughing. Maybe because they're the ones that talk the most. "Hey, guys! While you were scouting the house, I looked up some nearby furniture stores. They're really close by, don't worry." She handed us papers with maps on them. "Come on, Heids. Let's go make some pancakes without almost burning down the house." D'anette was practically scolding Heidi, all with a smile on her face. They walked down the porch and over to D'anette's house.
"Well, come on. I know we're all dying to buy beds," Max pushed, glancing at all the papers. "I think we can walk to all of these stores. They're all fairly close – less than five miles, each." We all nodded while Max passed out the pages of maps to everyone.
We all stared at our own maps for a few seconds before heading over to the park to walk to the first store.
Yep. So there's chapter whatever number it is. Basically, my friend DOES talk a lot, but not like, if she doesn't know you. She has to know you to talk that much. But trust me, its pretty annoying when she does. Just kidding. She's pretty much cool.
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