That awkward moment when you think you left your phone on a park bench when you're already five miles away from the park.

Yeah, my life sucks.

And I've been distracted a lot this past week, and it's been taking me forever just to write one chapter. Sorry for the long waits in between each chapter -_-

FaxandReading-That reminds me; I should probably me stretching and practicing too, 'cause I haven't done too much of that recently (as in past month or so lol). But I have been practicing step kicks and it annoys the hell out of everyone that I'm just bursting into a random kick in the middle of the living room. :)

Mrs. NickJ. Jonas-LUCKY. Everytime I drive past my dance school (which is way too often), I'm staring at it like a lost puppy. And everytime I open my drawer and see my dance costume from last year, I shove the drawer shut and start yelling at nothing in particular.

Ever seen a puppy hump something (or someone O.o)? Funniest thing in the world.

You know what else I like, besides turtles? Cats. Because somehow, they always end up on America's Funniest Home Videos, without even trying.

Disclaimer: Do I look like James Patterson to you?


You know how I said nothing good can ever last?

I didn't expect the universe to agree with me. So, naturally, the order of the universe seemed to totally shift to prove that my life sucks, big time.

As Fang and I just sat there, pushing the swing with our feet, his phone chimed cheerily, scaring the beejezes outta me. I jumped and stared at his pocket like you would stare at someone speaking pig latin. Once I realized it was Fang's phone, I relaxed and watched him expectantly as he pulled the phone from his pocket.

"Who from?" I prompted.

"My mom," he murmured, his forehead creasing in confusion. I leaned over his shoulder and watched as he opened the text from his mom.

Mom: Are you still with Max? Need you to come home. We're looking at houses today.

My blood ran cold and I completely froze; even my breathing stopped.

Fang looked up at me in concern, then wrapped one arm around my shoulders as he keyed in his response with one hand.

Fang: Five minutes.
Mom: Okay. Don't be late!

The sound of Fang snapping his phone shut seemed ominously loud in the silence between us. It was at least a minute before I spoke again.

"It seemed bad when you first told me, but now it seems ten times worse, because I realize it's actually happening," I said quietly.

He squeezed my shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Even if I do move, we'll find a way to see each other. Whether it's video chat or in person, we'll see each other."

I gave a faint smile. "Thanks," I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. We stayed like that for several minutes until Fang had to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Fang said, standing up. I was right behind him.

"My mom is taking Ella and I out tomorrow. So I don't know when I'll see you again." I frowned.

He chuckled at my distraught expression. "It's okay. We'll figure it out." An indecipherable expression entered his eyes and he leaned closer to me, inch my inch, until his lips were on mine. Of course, my heart was going faster than a hummingbird's wings, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, like in cheesy movie scenes. But too soon, it was over and I pulled back the slightest bit to look into his eyes, afraid of what I would find there.

He just looked sad. Which was understandable, considering the whole moving thing. I felt a pang in my stomach, and it hit me so hard then; if Fang moved, and left my life, I didn't know what I would do. I couldn't even imagine my life without him. There was no just Max, or just Fang. There was always Max and Fang. That was just how it worked. In class, you couldn't send one to the pricipal's office without the other insisting to go along. We were together every second we possibly could at school. We seemed to do things at almost the exact same time without thinking about it. Almost like he could read my thoughts, and I could read his. One without the other was like Mike without Ike. Ke$ha without glitter. A Disney movie without a happy ending. All those ridiculous cliches.

"I guess I gotta go," he said softly.

I frowned unwillingly. "Okay," I said reluctantly.

He smirked his usual smart-ass smirk, but it didn't touch his eyes. "See you soon," he promised.

"Okay," I repeated. "Bye."

"Bye."

I paused. He didn't move. "Bye."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Oh for God's sake. I'll see you later, okay?" I laughed and Fang smiled and turned to jog across the street to his house. I shook my head as I walked into the house, humming softly to myself. Until I realized what I was unconciously humming; Miley Cyrus's I Miss You. I had always cried listening to that song as a kid; it made me think of my dad. Now the sad yet catchy lyrics were swirling around and around in my head. I shook my head as if I could physically rid myself of the song.

But it was still stuck in my head.

I groaned and flopped down on the couch, grabbing the book I was reading for class off the coffee table. Reading was mind-occupying; it would get those stupid, catchy lyrics out of my head for sure.

Only it didn't occupy my mind. After twenty minutes of unsuccessfully trying to get into the plot of the book, I slammed it down on the coffee table and paced. I saw Ella outside with the mats, practicing her routine. I sat there deliberating for a few minutes before deciding to reluctantly join her. We practiced our cheerleading routines for a little while, but my mind was wandering, so I quit doing that.

Nothing was working. Listening to music, reading, running routines with Ella, helping my mom make chocolate chip cookies; nothing could successfully distract me. After trying for way too long, I flopped down on my bed and let my thoughts run wild.

I thought about Fang. Then I thought about Fang moving and started hyperventilating. Sure, good things could come from moving; just look what had happened to me. I had moved, and within a week found a new circle of friends that I fit in with better than at my old school. Within days I felt like I'd known them my whole life, rather than just a day or two. If I was being perfectly honest with myself, I hadn't fit in too well at my old school. Everyone else seemed to picture-perfect. It was like a puzzle; everyone else fit together in their seperate cliques perfectly, while I was the one bent puzzle piece that wouldn't fit, no matter how you turned it. But when I'd moved here and found Nudge and Iggy and Fang and everyone, it was like everything in my life had clicked perfectly into place. If Fang moved, then my life would be all screwed up again.

Too much thinking for one day. Time to think about happy stuff. Like. . .like cats. I saw the funniest video about cats last week! There was one cat that tried to jump from a desk to like a TV or something, and it fell. Classic.

I remind myself of Nudge sometimes, with the whole rambling thing. Except I do it in my head.

My phone beeped about a million times, all at once. It had that urgent tone that it did for priority messages. Confused, I reached for it and flipped it open, finding three text messages from Nudge, one from Tess, two from Gazzy, and one from Carolyn. My phone rang and Nudge's name showed up in the caller ID window. I quickly answered.

"Nudge? Why is everyone texting me at once?"

"Max!" I'd never heard Nudge so panicked. It sounded like she was crying.

"What is it?"

"You have to come, quick!" Her next words felt like icicles she'd thrust into my heart. "Iggy's in the hospital!"


-_- I'm mad at myself for making this so short, and leaving it at a cliffie. But I already started the next chapter, and it'll be longer. Sorry bout the filler-ish chapter.

Okay, so picture this: The Maximum Ride movie comes out, and there'll be a bunch of people going to the midnight showing. There'll be the people who didn't read the book, but think the movie looks cool. There'll be the sappy couples going for a chance to make out in the dark without parents walking in. Then there'll be everyone from FanFiction all the way in the back, taking note of everything they got wrong and writing a letter to the directors afterward, and the Fangirls who'll scream when Fang comes on screen.

I'm so random.

I passed my dance school today and I totally stopped in my conversation with my mom and just stared at it. And then I randomly screamed "I WISH IT WAS SEPTEMBER 20TH!"

Cool story, bro. Tell it again.

-dancerxforlifex3