Back at the ship
Max knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey May, you in there?" No reply... "Maaaaaay!" Nothin'. "May, where the heck are you!" Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. There stood May. Her wavy brown hair was no longer in long strips on the side of her head, but it was now in a white tail. She was wearing a white tank-top, and some wrinkled, dark blue jeans. She had on black slip-on shoes with lines going through the middle. It looked as if she had used eye-liner on her eyes, so that she gave off a dark accent. Max raised his eyebrows, and fought uncontrollably to keep in his laughter. His face was deathly pale. Now your probably wondering that if he's trying not too laugh, but his face is white, and his eyebrows just give off shock, then why IS he laughing? Or trying not to? Because May looked weird. And in Max language, this means stupid, gothic, and out-of-your-mind. Which, if delved deeper into, meant that May, in Max's eyes, looked like a hobo clown. In not-so-vague words, he was in a mortal state of shock, terror, and torture (torture because of his laughter. You know how it feels like. You can't breathe, and your face aches from smiling so hard!). May raised one eyebrow. "What's wrong with YOU?" May asked. Max looked up at her once more and sighed heavily. Silence. Max fell down to the floor with a thump and belched out yelps of laughter, rolling in circles until he hit the couch leg. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May gazed at him, utterly confused. "Wha-what are YOU laughig at!" When Max finally resumed posture, he looked her straight in the eye. "You," he said simply. May's jaw dropped. That little good-for-nothing piece of filth thought she looked like some kind of... like some kind of... like some kind of a clown! "But seriously, what with the weird change of appearance, huh?" Max asked, questioningly. "Change of appearance? Just because..." May stopped in the middle of her sentence and thought for a minute... Why HAD she bought a whole new wardrobe from the ship's thrift store, bought thousands of shampoos, hair supplies, and eye-liner from the ship's botique, and even went to the ship's shoe store, JUST to go through a whole lota pain? She knew the exact answer in the back of her head. Because of her love for Ash, it was plain and simple. If Ash was going through mortal torture, or worse, she would torture herself by looking like this. Of course, she couldn't tell Max that, or else the news would spill to Ash if they found him, because he'd tattle... Which of course meant that she'd have to make an excuse so he wouldn't tell Ash anything... But Max wasn't easy to fool. He was, after all, studying to be a scientist... "Well?" Max asked her again. May looked at her ecstatic little brother. "Uhmm..." May breathed.. "Just because." she shrugged. That was good enough, she thought to herself. "I KNOW it isn't JUST because! Spill!" "I SAID just because!" "Tell me!" "NO!" "YES!" "NO!" "YES!" "NO!" "YES!" "I said, NO!" "But THAT means you were lying to me! Which of COURSE means that it ISN'T just because!" Max looked at her smugly. May bit her lip. Drat! This could only mean that he would dig through her stuff, JUST to find the answer to try and pester her and put it against her will until the day she died... that little pest of a brother of her's... "Well I don't HAVE to tell you anyway, so THERE!" She stormed into her temporary room. Max stomped his foot on the rug. Oh he was GOING to find out. Because he KNEW that May had a compact and portable blue velvet diary that had a gold template in the middle, and in silver cursive righting said CLEARLY,"May's Diary". He had gotten a look at it before but had never read it. And anyways, when he even TRIED to open it, it wouldn't let him, because it was a voice recognition diary. And after THAT, he had to figure out the number lock. And THEN put the blue and silver key in the gold lock that was under the template. And as if THAT weren't enough, he had to dig through her dressers and drawers, and even her backpack JUST to find it! But Max was a snoop, and he WOULD get to that diary. He rubbed his hands together. "Show time."