Here's more, lovelies! And faxnesslover guessed correctly as to what's going to happen. Dayum, she's good! Read her stories, everyone, they're pretty great! (;
Zach: Yep, she tortures the flock in one of her stories, just like we do!
Abby: I like how you can accept that I torture them... but it's a different story with you... You're a complex child.
Zach: -points to self- spy. -smirk-
Abby: -scowl- Please read before I kill him.

MAX

I sat there next to my best friend utterly awestruck. My jaw had fallen open and if not for the shocking news he just gave me, Fang would've teased me that I was "catching flies". Frazzled words swam through my mind, though I'm not definitely positive as to what any of them were. A slightly tanned hand waved itself in front of my frozen face and I slowly closed my mouth, swallowing hard.

"Max... Yo, Maxie!" I glared at Fang for calling me that, but looked at him nonetheless. "Did you hear what I just said?" He stared at me with bitterly sad eyes. I slowly nodded my head feeling myself start to shake. "Max I-" I cut him off.

"I have to go."

That's when I started running as fast as I could to the local playground. It was a good ten minute run on a good, slow day. However, with the rumbling of thunder in the distance and the gloomy swirl of stormy clouds, I willed my legs to pump faster, propelling me forward towards the little red swingset coming into my vision.

Tears were swelling in my eyes and I was praying for the dam not to break. As I reached the swings, I swung my arms around the red bar that was slightly sprinkled with the light rain. I slid down, clingling to the bar like a life preserver, onto the soaking, red woodchips beneath me and unwillingly let the dam break. Tears cascaded from my tired eyes like ice cold waterfalls. Sobs racked my frail body and I had to lean on the bar for support.

I'm dying and now this? God must have a map of pain and suffering with a neon, flashing pin-poing on my life.

Then I felt a warm but wet hand on my frantically moving shoulder. Sad, black eyes stared at me through soaking hair and Fang sort of fell down towards me, huffing. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shirt; this was all that mattered. I sobbed with my best friend on the playground where our friendship first came to be for just over twenty minutes, the rain soaking through our clothes and washing away the liquid salt that travelled from our faces. He was all I had left... Or so I had thought for these past years. I finally -mostly- composed myself and wiped away some of the tears.

"How could you leave me? How can you do this to me? Why, Fang, why?" He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Mom and Rufus... Ronaldo... Whatever the hell his name is... they didn't work out. And she 'needs to get out.' That's why she made that dinner. I will never look at mashed potatoes the same again." He attempted to get a smile out of me, but was unsuccessful; instead I hit him.

"You asshole! You dumb, self centered asshole! You're leaving me! You're leaving me and I'm dying. A month... That's all I have, Fang; a month." I shook my head, fighting back another round of tears. He nervously laughed.

"You mean you have a month until chemo? Because, I mean... I thought you were done with all of that... Clyde said you were done." He was frantic for hope; one of the reasons why I was in love with my best friend. I felt stupid shaking my head again. It was something I wish I never had to do for the next month of my so called 'life'. Realization hit him and tears filled his eyes again. Even after all of these years, I've never seen him this emotional.

"You can't! You're barely fifteen! You... it's just not fair, Max. It's not. I can't accept this, because it just... it can't be real! You're young and you're exciting and you're beaut... You've got so much going for you!" He hastily got up and kicked the pole.

"Fang!" He ignored me as he started running. "Nicholas Anthony Allen!" I ran after him and once I caught up, I grabbed his arm.

"I promised you I would never leave. I made you a promise, Max! I want to be here with you. I need to be here with you! You're all I have!" I reminded him of his mom and siblings. "It's not the same. I... I can't leave you. I won't leave." I sniffled a little bit and laughed.

"You're crazy." He pulled me into a hug, very much like a crazy person I might add, and looked at me, hands tightly grasping the tops of my arms.

"Max, you just might be right. I have to go... but I'll call you later." He started running off.

"What? Fang? Fang! What are you doing?" He left me to walk back to my house, questioning what the hell he was going to do. Why do I put myself into these stupid situations?

Because I love him, readers, that's why. Because I love him and I'm going crazy because of it. This is all his fault.

I scowled all the way home.

Zach: WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO? HE'S SO DUMB LEAVING HER LIKE THAT!
Abby: You mean kinda like you did to Cammie? -smirk-
Zach: I hate it when you're right.
Abby: -double smirk- I hope this chapter was satisfying! I quite enjoyed it. I could actually see it happening. Things haven't exactly been the best lately more than ever... and normally when I'm upset I go to the playground that's 5 or 10 minutes away from my house and swing on the swings at night time. Word of advice: You'll get weird looks and look like a depressed person, but it's worth it. Swinging alone really gives you time to think. Just trust me. I hope you liked this! Love all of you very, very much!

Love and Boyfriends' Birthdays,
Abby