Yay! More! I love updates! -smiles-
Zach: And I love flying pigs. But we don't get those too often now do we?
Abby: Ooh. That was a good one. That was a good one. I'm so proud. But anyway, here's more of Her Bucket List! I hope you like it more than Zach likes mirrors!
MAX
I walked myself home in a confused daze. To be perfectly honest, I can't even remember the walk home. My mom tried to stop me and say something when I walked through the door, but I trudged right through to my room. I was laying on my bed, memories flooding my mind. Most had to do with Fang, but there was another. It was the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
Seven Years Ago
"THAT'S WHAT GIRLS DO! THEY KEEP YOU GUESSING THE WHOLE DAY THROUGH! PLAY YOUR EMOTIONS, PUSH ALL YOUR BUTTONS, IT'S TRUE; THAT'S WHAT GIRLS DO!"
My best friend, Nudge, and I were jumping on my bed singing to No Secrets' song, That's What Girls Do. It was our favorite song.
"THAT'S WHAT GIRLS DO! GIRLS! YOU ASK ME WHY I CHANGE THE COLOR OF MY HAIR, YEA!" We fell backwards onto my bed in a fit of giggles. I was extremely tired out. Nudge turned to me.
"Hey, Max?" I flopped onto my side to face her. "You're my best friend. I say when we're older, we go to a No Secrets concert. Deal?" I grinned.
"Deal. Now, who's up for another round of singing?" We laughed.
Jumping up and down, the music was blaring in our ears. I had given up on singing, but Nudge's lungs and vocal chords never failed her. My vision was blurring a little but I was on cloud nine. The song and my best friend's singing and laughing sounded like it was coming through a tunnel and the world was turning upside down.
"Max? Max, are you okay? You don't look so great. MAX!" I was in a fun house and her voice wavered along with her figure. I blacked out.
Later on, I woke up to the faint sound of beeping. Nudge was holding my hand crying and I could see my mom talking to a doctor through the window in my hospital room. He walked in with my mom.
"Hello, Max. My name is Dr. Clyde and I'm going to be taking care of you for a while." A puzzled look contorted my once laughing face. "You see, Max, there's something in your head and your brain isn't happy with it. We need to help make your brain happy again, okay?" I was scared. I was so completely scared, but I nodded my head in compliance.
End flashback
Clyde and I used to joke around saying that I was gonna get a brian transplant and be the next Frankenstein. Frankenstein and her master, Dr. Clyde, the evil genius mastermind. He had a way of helping me pretend things weren't as bad as they seemed. My memories were interrupted by a light tapping sound at my window. I went over to it and saw Fang standing below it, throwing little pebbles. I opened my window.
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I will no longer be a Capulet." He snorted from below.
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks. It is the east, and Juliette is the sun." We broke into a fit of giggles and I walked to my bed, waiting for him to crawl through my window like he always does. When he jumped into my room he jumped onto my lying figure and started tickling me everywhere.
"Okay, okay! I surrender! I give up! White flag! UNCLE! UNCLE!" We both plopped down next to each other on my bed.
"Fang?"
"Mmm?" I felt tears sting my eyes.
"I don't want to lose you, Fang. I don't. I need you here with me." His rough hands held my face between them, forcing me to look him in the eye.
"You don't have to. I talked to our moms." I didn't understand. "I'm staying here with you. I'm never leaving you, Maximum Martinez. Never." I grinned and hugged him with all the strength I could muster. Then, as I was hugging the boy I loved with all I had in me, I had an idea. I gasped.
"Fang, will you help me with something?" He smiled at me.
"Anything."
"Will you help me make a bucket list?" He kissed my forehead and nodded. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the desk in the corner of my room. I picked up a piece of paper and a pen and titled it in swirly letters, My Bucket List.
Two Hours Later
"Max! Fang! Dinner's ready!" Mom shouted from the kitchen. Neither of us replied, too focused on the sheet of paper beneath our eyes. A few minutes later my mom entered the room.
"Kids? Dinner," she trailed off, gazing at the piece of paper. "When you're ready." She quietly left the room. So far we had nine things.
"Fang, do you want some brain food?" He hastily shook his head.
"No, we got this. We're on a roll." I laughed at him. He pointed to one of the bullets. "How are you gonna do that in a month?" He questioned.
"I could keep a journal?" I suggested. He grinned.
"Good idea."
Finally, we finished the list. He grabbed my hand and we walked out together, our hands linking the bond between us. My mom, Iggy and Ella were sitting at the kitchen table and Fang and I walked out with smiles on our faces.
"Mom? Fang and I have been working on this for a while and I think it's finally done. It's a bucket list that he's gonna help me finish while he stays with us." They put down their silverware and listened to the list. When we were finished, they all smiled at us and Ella came up and hugged Fang's middle.
"Thank you for loving my sissy, Fang." He smiled and knelt to her.
"No problem, Ells. You're doing a pretty good job, yourself!" She grinned at him and sat back at the table. We helped ourselves to the food.
Later on, I was helping Fang set up his blow up mattress next to my bed. As I passed by my desk again, I spotted the list and looked it over, a smile playing at my mouth. It read:
My Bucket List
by Maximum Ride Martinez and Nick Fang Allen
(in no particular order)
- Make a CD of songs I write and sing
- Go to homecoming
- Climb a pyramid
- Participate in a walk-a-thon
- Meet Paramore and Black Veil Brides
- Have my first kiss with someone special
- Go to a spa
- Get a tattoo
- Fly
- Be on Ellen
- Write a book about my adventures of cancer
- Take a kick-boxing class
- Be in a movie
- Have a rollercoaster named after me
- Have anyone I meet during this month go to my funeral. No one wears black.
Doing all of this with my best friend only made things better. Dying didn't seem so bad after today.
Yay? Nay? FEEDBACK, PLEASE! I want to know how this makes you feel! It makes me feel horribly sad. I'M SO DEMENTED! -cries-
Zach: erm.. Abby... don't cry... please?
Abby: f-f-fine. I-I-I'll stop. I'm go-o-o-od. Review, please, and maybe review with a box of kleenex!
Love and Salty Tears,
Abby