Me: Hey guys!
Fang: Just pointing out she's had a rather... Interesting week... So this may be as equally... Interesting...
Me: Oh, don't worry them, Fang... It's only the people who get in my way of being me who will be the first to die...
Fang: Yeah, as I said... Interesting...
Me: Well, I won't bore you with the details of it, but basically I had to do this speech for English. I HATE public speaking... So I had to get up in front of my buttheadish class and speak... On crutches... About starvation...
Fang: And then, when she broke down as she finished, she wrote a story!
Me: Yes, how nice... Only, it's not... Work in progress ATM, but it's for the realm of the Ouran High School Host Club... Let me know if you're interested in it possibly going up at some point in time...
Fang: So, now do we get to find out what the fudge is wrong with Dylan? And who the heckers Katherine is?
Me: More or less...
Disclaimer: Still own zip...
Heads up: This chapter may suck... I wanted to get it done fast and can't really change a little bit of it now without changing the whole story hereafter... So please, don't flame if you don't like this chapter... Fortunately I've been really lucky with you guys and haven't had many bad reviews, so I just want to put it out there how much each and every one of you mean to me. I know how many people read it, without reviewing, but the fact that you all keep coming back each update to see what I've got planned for the Flock and to encourage me, it just restores my faith in people again. So thank you, to all of you.
Fang: -offers tissue for heartfelt speech-
Me: Yeah, yeah. So without any further interupti- BUTTERFLY!
Fang: Ahem...
Me: Oh sorry, yeah the chapter!
Chapter 29
Max POV
So here's the deal. Fang's just left me alone inside with Dylan. My thoughts were basically the same as when we figured out that I had gills... Fang, you traitor. I thought you loved me!
And after my mental rant, Dylan started, wait for it... Spitting on my legs! Well, not actually... More like he sucked his fingers and then pressed them against the blooded scars. They quickly disappeared and no longer stung as badly.
"How about I get you some breakfast then we meet up with the flock?" Dylan suggested, bringing out the pancake mix. Iggy hated it, never used it... That was a lie, once we made him use it as part of a dare, but he'd never used it since. So we really only kept it for the sake of when Ig was asleep or wasn't up for cooking and we needed breakfast. And no, I did not use it; it was usually Dylan or Nudge.
"Sure," I nodded. I was too weak to ignore the offer. But I had to check something with him. "We will be going straight to the flock as soon as I'm done, right?"
"No worries, Max." Dylan had said it like he wasn't finished the conversation between us. "And I'm certain that with Fang gone this time that you will all be better off. And I know that you'll soon see that I'm right." That got me teary eyed. To think that Dylan might've actually gotten rid of Fang again, and that I might never see the bane of my existence, the love of my life ever again just killed me. Part deux shouldn't even really still be considered as any form of my existence. "Oh, Max," Dylan stuttered when he saw me crying. He walked over to me with a sorry look on his face and a stack of pancakes on a plate. Either he cooked faster than assumed, or I had a little longer time thinking about the man I may never see ever again a.k.a. Fang.
"Max, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry... Umm..." I knew this was making him uncomfortable just seeing me this emotional. He sat down and patted the seat to signal me to sit down next to him. I was really reluctant to do so, but I was still too hungry to protest, so I slumped into the chair and began picking at the pancakes. Clearly noting me having the burnt versus undercooked debate in my head, Dylan cleared his throat. "Listen, if you want to, I'll take you around to the flock now. Eat after, maybe Iggy can make eggs or something better than this," he said gesturing to the stack of sloppy and crumbling pancakes.
So I stood up and began to walk towards the door. Yeah, who wants to take a stab at what happened? I walked out with ease, embracing myself in the flock with perfect leadership. Nah, I prefer to go with the classic stumble and collapse in Dylan's arms. Don't worry, I was more disgusted than you could ever imagine, times ten.
"Want me to carry you?" Dylan sort of laughed the question. I wasn't sure how much of him he was joking about that, but I was going to take advantage of his offer.
"Yep." I really didn't want much of me touching him, so I threw myself over his shoulder. I felt free to cry behind his back, literally. Until he decided to 'support' me by placing his hand too close to my butt, I was alright. We continued out the door and he walked out and around somewhere. We were silent until Dylan spoke to someone, but not me.
"Oh. Thought you left?" He paused, probably for a reaction. "At least that's why I think she's crying," as he said it, I knew who he was talking to and I let the tears roll down my face, well up actually, since I was hanging upside down... But I cried, not for Dylan's satisfaction, but because I knew it was probably another sick joke, if not from Dylan then from Fang. I 'discreetly' dug my nails into Dylan's back, so he would put me down. He did, but then I saw Fang standing about four feet away from me puzzled at my look. Yeah, tears are fairly new to me. I couldn't hold it in, so I ran up to Fang and threw myself onto him, wrapping my legs around him and gripping the back of his shirt with my arms. He almost fell over with me, but he just stood there and held me closer to him.
"I knew you wouldn't walk out on me again," I said into his shoulder. I pressed myself against his chest with all my might, I never wanted to let go of him.
"Never, Max. Never," Fang confirmed. He ran his fingers through my hair in the way that only he can and make me shiver. I mean others can run their hands through my mess, but Fang was the only one that could make electricity run down my spine.
I jumped back off him, well as jumpy as someone with a hell of a lot of blood loss can jump, and used him as my human crutch. (AN: Thanks to all my human crutches throughout the process of getting my ankle recovered! You know who you are!)
"Now, hold up..." Dylan started. "I've got someone for you to meet, Fang." This was going to get very ugly, very fast if he didn't explain immediately.
"What do you mean?" I all but shouted at him.
"Fang, meet Katherine," Dylan pointed around the side of the house. And out emerged a young red headed (yay!) girl. She was wearing a horrific pink top that was pretty much a tight, see-through boob tube, a pristine clean pink coloured denim short-skirt and had on sparkly red stilettos that got the mud over them. Sucked in Missy Prissy!
I felt jealous, too jealous for just a brother-sister relationship with Fang. You wanna know why? I was in love with him. There, I said it! I loved Fang! So this girl had no chance with him, I hoped.
Then Fang did the oddest thing and held his hand out to her. My heart seized up thinking he was going to grab hers or something, but then he started to try and make her feel welcome.
"Hi Katherine, I'm..." She cut him off.
"I know who you are!" she squealed, making my ears ring and my jealousy metre hit twenty. On a measure of one to ten, that was.
"Who am I then, Katherine?" Fang said with the slightest bit of sass to his voice. I felt myself gripping him tighter, until he all but shook me off.
After a sickeningly girly giggle out of the devil's mouth she said, "Silly, Fang... You're my fiancé!" I felt myself getting dizzy, then an adrenaline rush, and then I felt faint, then furious. This continued for the remainder of Katherine's 'visit'... And instead of helping me and supporting me more, Fang ignored me, letting me fall to the dirt without a care. I had to catch myself to stop me from rolling down and into the gorge below.
"I'm sorry," I said standing back up. "I thought you just said that Fang was your fiancé..." I hoped I had been hearing things, but I was too certain I wasn't.
"Uh huh... I did!" Katherine said with a cheery smile on her face.
"Umm... I think there's been a little mix up with this, we don't even know you!" I said as nicely as I could with the jealousy metre easily hitting 100... Oh and it was still on the scale of one to ten.
"Nope, I've got the ring to prove it too!" she said extending her left hand to show an old fashioned promise ring... Not just any promise ring, the one that Fang had given me just before he left... The one that I threw out into a lake we'd passed over to get here... My heart stopped for a moment before I screamed out in rage.
"HOW DID YOU GET THAT?" I said in a way that even I wouldn't want to answer someone if they said it like that.
But oh no, this had no effect whatsoever on Katherine. She just giggled at me, god she was infuriating! "Silly girl, your brother gave it to me last week! He asked me to marry him and I said yes! So that means we're engaged now!" Brother? Last week? YES? It was a girl's worst nightmare. I couldn't handle it...
"Excuse me, but I feel that if I stay any longer I will become a bigger third wheel in this 'engagement'." I said using quotation marks around engagement. "If on the off chance you need me, I will be breaking my wings off and jumping off a high cliff." And with that I jumped up, snapped out my wings and flew away.
"MAX!" I heard Fang speak to me for the first time since I had stood on my own two legs. But I couldn't be bothered to turn around and have my heart broken again, so I flew into turbo.
Ah, I loved being a teenage mutant sometimes.
Me: Like I warned, it kinda sucked...
Fang: Well, what was with the breakfast scene?
Me: I needed two things. One, a filler because the chapter would've been too short... And two, a kinda nice scene between Dylan and Max...
That being said: The purpose of the scene was not to change anyone's opinion on Dylan/make him seem nice-ish/or to have a semi-Mylan scene... In fact, 'twas to be the opposite... To show how he sucks at cooking and how he knows nothing about Max and how he has no chance at Max...
Max: You know I'm right here...
Me: Uh huh...
PLQ WINNER: EllaIncarnate.
PLQ: Overly happy dog who doesn't know his own strength and is always happy, or the ignorant, do its own thing, kinda lazy, sorta shy dog? Why, because as I write this, my dog is barking like a lunatic...
So, TTFN! See ya later and all that jazz.
By the way, just pointing out that more reviews, means faster updates... A trick that generally works on most FF authors...
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