ANNOUNCEMENT: THIS FIC WILL BE HAVING A LOT, AND I MEAN A LOT OF CHANGES. Inspiration hit me HARD, so…yeah. Everything will be detailed like heck BUT THE PLOT WILL BE THE SAME. I usually do rough outlines to stories (e.g. people ride a car car crash hospital meet people…etc.) so the basic "skeleton" of the plot will stay the same XD
For the new readers, it's basically this: NO FLOCK, same characters and different relationships—both brotherly/sisterly and boyfriend-girlfriend-y.
Oh, yeah. Just to let you know, I've got the new fic up. Entitled "Halved" (I know, sucky title XP I got mind-blocked). It's kind of dedicated to romance (mostly MIGGY but still has FAX) and I think its kind of depressing XP. Anywayz, check it out and tell me what you think ok?
Anyway, here you gooo…
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Max POV
You know how some kids get all excited about transferring to a new school, meeting new friends and abandoning all that they've cherished and loved their whole lives, just to start something new like a 'clean slate' and all that stuff?
Well they're bleeping idiots.
Seriously, do you know how hard it is to get practically all the guys at school to stop staring at me without having to gouge their eyes off??
A jillion pairs of eyes staring right at you is not the easiest thing to get rid off, if you ask me.
But I did it, of course. I'm Max—I can do anything. No matter how painstakingly agonizing it was, I still did it. I'm being a bit redundant, yeah, but you gotta hand it to me: interrogating, threatening and devising the ultimate Death Glare for every guy in school takes years to accomplish. I was literally so close to having plucked out some of their eyes already—but I swear I didn't!
So just imagine what I did when my mom told me we were gonna move to Arizona.
Actually…don't. It's something one would rather not think about. Let's just mostly describe it as an endless sporadic of profanity, violence, and other restricted 13 stuff. To sum it up: it was like the epitome of rage.
Oh, but there I was, in a dinky little plane, eradicating various assortments of flight-provided peanuts with an already bleeding thumb, resisting the urge to smash open that exit hatch to get away from the claustrophobia killing me just by being in this tiny plane!
Another thing here was that it was freezing as heck, and that my mom had packed my sweaters and jackets ahead—along with all my other stuff. If I wasn't left with just two sets of clothing—one being my pajamas—and nothing but toiletries and shoes, I could've just stayed home or moved in with one of my friends.
But NOOO, my mom had to be smart.
And I had to be so stupid as to have numbly agreed.
Hey, I already made the poor woman cry, might as well make my life miserable so hers wasn't.
Luckily, though, I had brought my black leather motorcycle jacket with me. I could have shipped it, I guess, with the rest of my stuff, but it made me feel the least bit better wearing it.
So there I was, sitting in a dinky little plane, wearing my black leather motorcycle jacket, seeing the desert of a state that was Arizona as we landed. And I thought, Great. Black leather and sand. Already I'm fitting in.
NOT.
My mom isn't particularly fond of my leather jacket—or anything black, like, at all—but I swear I didn't insist on leaving—much less wearing—it to make her mad or anything. I'm not resentful for the fact that she suddenly decided to marry a guy who lives in the desert, a jillion miles from home, forcing me to leave my school, my friends, and the city I've been living in all my life.
Oh no, I am not a bit resentful.
It's not like I don't like my new step-dad or anything. He's OK, I guess. I mean, he makes my mom happy and all, and I guess that's good. Oh, and if I didn't know better, he was pretty good-looking—you know, for guys his age (which is, I don't know, OLD?). He treats me like I'm so special and everything, and all in all, he's sort of a good-enough dad.
It's just the moving-to-Arizona part that bugs me.
Oh, and did I mention my new stepsister?
They were all waiting for me when I got off. I practically shot out of the plane and into the building—but even then I felt uneasy. Anywhere with tons of people I am not so comfortable with—much less people staring at me. They all smiled at me so hugely, looking all cheery and stuff, and all I could come up with is this twisted grimace of a smile, creeping out a few passersby. I tried to plaster the stupid smile on my face on my way to my mom, my step-dad and my stepsister. I couldn't show my mom how miserable I was about the fact that I was doing this just to make her happy. Oh no, I'll just kill myself making her life a freaking fairytale.
"Oh, Max!" my mom hollered, rushing over to me and intercepting me with one of her huge inescapable hugs. I felt the breath knocked out of me at that instant, and no sooner was I wheezing at the air and tapping a few submissions on my mom's back. It took her a full five seconds to comprehend the fact that she was squishing my throat, therefore giving me both no chance of telling her to stop and to have the breath to do so.
"Oops," she said, smiling sheepishly and releasing me. I slumped down to my stroller, about half as tall as my height, and sighed, breathing in deeply.
"Yeah, thanks, mom," I muttered, sarcasm dripping my voice. "I'm hah-peeh to see you too." Saying the word happy became a bit hard. Hey, I lie, yes, but it isn't the kind of thing you do to win "Daughter of the Year Award", if you get my drift.
She rolled her eyes and angled her body sideward, hooking her arm around my new step-dad's. She gave a huge smile to me and gave my dad a small kiss on the cheek. His face flushed a little but he was able to recover, looking at me and giving me a reassuring smile.
"Maximum," he greeted me, giving a nod and letting out his hand.
From down below in my world on the floor with my head and arms on my bag, I took it and shook his hand. I gave a nod and tried to smile, "Helloh.."
He smiled deeper and helped me stand up. I mumbled a short thanks before looking at my new stepsis. Our age gap was about one year or so, and we're pretty much the only two suffering the short end of the stick. She also had this plastered smile-slash-grimace on her face, making me smile inwardly. We gave each other sad, understanding smiles, standing beside each other as our new parents started chatting.
And right when we decided to stop short the compliments and minor, unnecessary seduction, they started making out.
"Okay I can't take this anymore," I said, turning around the opposite direction where love-sick couples like some people out there weren't duking it out with their mouths.
"Tell me about it," my new stepsister cooed, her features that of horror and repulsion. "God, I never knew two people could go from normal to French at the span of three seconds."
We both shuddered.
People and their hormones.
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Max POV
I seriously never thought blood can get drained off someone's face or fill one to the brim in amounts so much without having brain damage or something. I mean, I'm not a complete moron. I've watched House, M.D. and everything. I just didn't expect blood circulation to be so…weird.
And I'm one to talk about weird.
Well, it's pretty normal, I guess, for two adults to feel embarrassed over the fact that they just went from 'cute couple' to 'horny freaks' in public—much less in front of their own kids.
But what I didn't consider normal, though, was the fact that the one who had a sudden tomato complexion was my step-dad. I mean, he's male, for crying out loud! Those of an antonymous gender from mine ought to just cuss or slap himself or something—not blush.
Same goes for my mom, just vise versa. Blushing I'd expect, but her face getting rid of color? Uhh..it's just not something I'm used to seeing with my mom, to say the least. Good thing she didn't start cursing or I'd have thought the world officially turned nuts!
But I gotta admit, my mom and profanity? Never saw that combination before. She usually substitutes her supposed curses with different, cute, unoffending words to people, animals and about everything else that could possibly give her the reason to. Ohh, if the world's going nuts and my mom started sacrileges out of nowhere, by hell will I be there to witness it!
Uh, not that I'm encouraging it, of course.
"Hey..uh…Maximum?"
I tore my eyes away from the window and turned to my stepsister. "Yeah?"
"Any chance you're claustrophobic?"
I blinked at her. Was it that obvious? I thought I stopped stomping my foot already. "Uhh..why?"
She shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. "Well, I don't know. You've been tapping your foot so much and you keep looking out the window. That's what I usually do when I'm in small spaces…"
"So…" I started. "You're claustrophobic?"
Her cheeks turned a small shade of pink, which I couldn't help but notice was cute. Actually, now that I got a good look of her, my stepsister is cute. I mean, curly blonde hair, big blue eyes and the sweetest smile? Don't tell me that ain't cute.
"Uhh, yeah, sort of," she answered shyly.
"Well we're two of a kind," I answered, smiling at her.
She smiled and gave a short giggle, making me smile too. I have a feeling we're gonna get along pretty well, having so much in common and all.
"Oh, umm…can you uh, not tell anyone about me being claustrophobic and all?"
I turned to her again, smirking. "Alright, I won't tell," I answered. "But you have to agree with me on two things."
She blinked at me. "Uh…ok…?"
"One," I started, raising my index finer. "You don't tell anyone either." At this, she smirked. "And two," I continued, raising my second finger. "You call me Max."
She blinked once, opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted. "We're officially sisters now, so formalities are an out."
For a second, she looked shocked and surprised, but then she grinned and let out her hand. "Just promise to call me Angel, not Angelica, ok?"
I grinned at her. "Deal."
So we shook on it.
And, from the corner of my eye, I saw my mom and my new dad flash smiles at us.
I grimaced, realizing that, from the moment the plane reached Arizona borders, to riding the car and to stopping in front of our new house…
…that I had officially moved.
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A/N: uh, I still don't know how to make lines or scene breakers in here so I'm substituting 'em with my penname (\\-bLudySplATonThuhFlo0r-/). It's gonna be used to change from scenes, time lapses, and POVs.
Anyway, I hope you guys liked it. R&R! Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!
P.S. I'm actually DONE with the revised chapter 2, but I really wanna know what you guys think OK? This one's like an introduction, don't worry the next chapter will make up for it! (SPOILER: Gazzy first!)
P.P.S. again, check out the new fic: "Halved". Thanks.