Chapter 3: Let's Talk about SEX
Max speaks French, German, Spanish, English, Swedish, Polish, Russian, Italian and Finnish.
Maya speaks English and Spanish.
Fang speaks French, Italian, German and English.
Iggy speaks French, German and English.
Nudge speaks French and English.
Most other characters speak just English.
Max's POV
(One month later)
It's been a month since that god awful UK tour. I am finally back in the United States and loving it. Don't know how I survived so long without IHOP. Currently I am skating board to the band's manager office, Tony D'ambra. Tony is a peculiar little man. He has a big, round stomach and is the height of a hobbit. He is almost always wears a bow tie and suspenders. He also has a thick heavy British accent and bad teeth to match. Living up to his stereotype he's in constant state of happiness with a very dry sense of humour. The only time he is angry is when mess up the image of label. I am heading to his office for a 'meeting' which consists of him yelling at me then telling me to write a song. Right now I am skating through his lobby creating a lot of commotion. I quickly wheel into the already overstuffed lift. This was a bad idea because I'm claustrophobic. I am incredibly comfortable in my awesome gypsy pants. I was fresh faced (without makeup) and also loving it. I hated makeup because it required too much effort. My presents sent a quite murmur throughout the lift but (AN: Max's Outfit: maxs_outfit_chapter/set?id=99008993) I have my cool moustache earphones in blaring my guilty pleasure, 'Copacabana'.
The lift doors finally open on the 21st floor. I burst out and rush down the hallway to his office. My iPod shuffled to the next song 'Why Can't we be Friends?' by War and I start to sing along as I slam the office door open. Tony is sitting behind his desk at the far end of the room. In front of his desk are three evenly spaced out couches, in the format of a three-sided square. Tony glares at me. I carry on singing until I am perched on the middle couch and prop my skateboard next to me. I slowly remove my earphones. "Hello, Tony, How you been? What's crackalacking?" I say cheerily.
"Max, cut the crap" Tony said curtly.
"What did I do now?" I say solemnly.
"That's not the correct question. The correct question is, what you didn't do?" he paused "You knocked out Dylan, Started a bar fight on the night of your last show in England and last but not least you went to jail three times ON TOUR!" He finished heatedly.
"It was a long tour, Tony"
"It was two months, AND YOU GOT ARRESTED TWICE IN ONE WEEK!"
"Like I said it was a LONG TOUR!"
"Max, I didn't want to do this you have given me no choice"
"Do what?"
"You're going to..."
"I'm going to..."
"You- You're going to...-"
"For cookie's sake I'm going to what?" I say impatiently.
"You'regoingtowriteaduetwithDylan" Tony blurted out in a mumble, then intently stares trying to gauge my reaction. I burst out laughing. "Good one, Tony. You know for a minute there, I thought you said I was going to write a duet with Dylan. You know I don't see the funny side of you too often" I gasp out between the giggles. Tony blushes looking extremely nervous. "That's because I did say writing a duet Dylan." Tony squeaks out and I lose it.
(20 minutes later)
Nudge's POV
I peddle down the street to Tony's office at his request. I jump off my bike and chain it to a bike stand. I then proceed to walk into the building but I am knocked to the ground by two flying lovable morons. The two morons were Iggy and Gazzy. "Ow" I moan. "NUDGE! WATCH OUT!" Iggy shouted. I glared at him from the floor, "It's a little too late for that Iggy. Don't you think?" I say sarcastically. Gazzy held out his hand for me to pull me off the ground. I gratefully took it. "Yeah, but now you can't say I didn't warn you" Iggy said slyly.
"You're meant to warn me before hand, Iggy" I say tiredly. I look down to make sure they haven't done any permanent damage to my outfit. Everything seemed to be in check. (AN: Nudge's Outfit: nudges_outfit_chapter/set?id=99265179 ) "Let me guess. Tony called you too" Jack said from behind me. I turn around to face him and nod slowly. "We need to get upstairs now" I state urgently.
We all scramble to the lift. Pile in and press the button to the 21st floor. Forgetting all about the task at hand. We start dancing and singing along to the lift music, 'Drive My Car'. When stops on the 21st floor we briskly walk to Tony's office. Iggy flings the doors. Max is lying down and being pinned to the ground by Security, in the middle of the room, yelling in Spanish. The desk has been flipped. Paper is everywhere. Tony was sitting in his desk chair cautiously. Security had Max's arms pinned to her sides. But they looked really lost. Like they didn't know what was going on. Not that I blamed them. I didn't know what was going on either. In all honesty it looked like a bomb site. The bomb being Max. We tiptoe up to Max, cautiously. Iggy whispered something in her ear and she visibly relaxed. Security let go of her and scurried out the room. Jack put his arm around her shoulder and picked up her skateboard then steered her towards the door. I glanced back at Tony. He looked like a deer in the headlights.
Line Break (10 o'clock at night)
"What was that all about Max?" I ask still cautious. It was now evening and around 5 hours after Max's mysterious meeting. We were currently lounging around Max's vase townhouse. Max's townhouse was traditional with a modern twist. The townhouse was three storeys high. The back wall was all glass that reveals a garden. The glass was luckily one way so on the occasion paparazzi did break in to her garden they would see inside the house. The garden had lush green grass and wild flowers. This kind of garden was rare in New York City. In the garden were a swimming pool and a giant trampoline. Max currently lived alone because Dylan had moved (*cough, cough* been kicked) out. The townhouse had 5 bedrooms meaning at one point or another all of her sisters (including Maya) and all the flock had lived here. This place was our sanctuary.
Jack and Iggy were deep in an argument about Anime characters, which I didn't know. Gazzy was his phone text his not so secret 'secret' girlfriend. Jason and Ethan showed up after apparently being 'busy' all morning. This is code for two things. One: sleeping in. Two: fucking someone. I was guessing the latter due to their stupid grins. I was currently painting my toenails a fuchsia. We had come to Max's apartment from some afternoon drinking because as Max had stated 'it was 5 o'clock somewhere'. Max had significantly calmed down and was now eating a tub of Ben & Jerry's cookie dough while lying in the starfish position on the floor. Max stuffed a mouth full of ice cream in her mouth then attempted to talk around it to answer my question. "What?" Iggy said suddenly interested in our conversation. Max swallowed then mumbled again. "I didn't quite catch that Max. Can you repeat it?" I say calmly knowing she was doing this on purpose.
"I have to write a duet with Dylan. There. HAPPY? BECAUSE I'M ESTATIC!" Max snapped at me.
"Really? Did you tell your face that?" Iggy replied wittily back.
"Iggy? You know you're my best friend. Right?" Max said sweetly with a fake smile.
"Yes?" Iggy replied confused.
"Well, if you don't stop talking right now. I'm going to punch you square in the face" Max said with the same voice and a smile. It made that sentence that much scarier. It was moments these I worried not only for my safety but for Max's sanity.
"It was just a joke, Max. Looks like it's somebody's time of the month" Iggy said sullenly with a mischievous grin when Max was no longer looking at him. I gestured the universal sign of cut it out to him and his grin fell. "Iggy, you're skating on thin ice, Buddy. Thin. Ice" Max replied snidely glaring at him. Nudge to the rescue as per usual. "Max, it's going to be ok. I mean it's not like he said you had to marry him. This reminds me. Can I plan your wedding? Not with Dylan but, I mean, in the future. OMG, you know who you would suit? Fang. Then you're wedding would have to have to be pink. I never have seen you or Fang in pink. I would love to go to your wedding. I haven't been to a party in ages. Did you know wedding planners are the most stressed out-" Max's hand clamped over my mouth, ceasing me from talking. But then, Max got a look that I knew very well. Max was planning something. This is bad. Just last week Max had a 'plan' to bury Dylan alive. That 'plan' was when she was sober. Her drunken plans were much worst.
Max removed her hand from my mouth then gave an evil smile. "Nudge? Give me your phone" Max said calmly. I hand over my phone cautiously. Max takes it then start typing quickly. "And send" Max said cheerily. Everyone's phones buzz. She hands me back my phone and read the message. Hey Party People! Rager at Max's place (Max's address). Bring some friends and party till daylight. Party starts now. Love Nudge! I re-read it to make sure. "We're having a party?" asked Gazzy, looking up from his phone for the first time in 20 minutes. Jason and Ethan high-five each at prospect meeting new girls.
"Of course, we are," Max replies in a 'duh' voice.
"Max, did you sent that to all contacts?" I ask cautiously (on the inside freaking out).
"Don't worry I didn't send it to your mom like last time" Max said in the same 'duh' voice.
"No but you sent it to Fang, Dylan, Maya, Lissa, Brigid, Mason and last but not least IGGY!" Nudge snap at her.
"HEY? Right here!" Iggy yelled faking offended.
"No, Nudge has a point you are literally the worst party guest of all time, Iggy" Max said to Iggy. She turned her face to face me "Why do you still have any of their numbers excluding Iggy?" Max said frustrated.
"Well... to quote Albert Einstein 'it is better to have and not need, than to need and not have.'. Well... at least I think it was Einstein, it could be someone else..." I say while Max glares at me intently I continue "I think I'm gonna shut up now because you look really angry. Like you wanna punch me, angry." I conclude looking at Iggy for help. Iggy just shrugs. Max sighs and sits up.
"Don't worry, Nudge. Dylan and I are both grown up. He can come if he wants to. I'll just keep out of his way." Max states rationally but then she continues "But I swear to cookies if he says one bad thing about me. I'll chop off both his ears and shove them so far up his ass; he'll be able to hear his small intestines as they produce SHIT!... Ok, everyone on the same page? Good" Max finishes calmly. We all stare at Max knowing that she meant every word she said.
"Well, I'm going to call a bartender then order some refreshments" Max said cheerily. She stands up and skips away.
"MAX, I'm going to get change at home. I'll be back in an hour, Love ya!" I say while hurrying to the door. I wonder what I would wear.
Line Break
Iggy's POV
(11 o'clock at night)
I have not been to a party in ages because apparently I'm a black out drunk. So when I go to parties I black out and 'ruin' parties. Like this one time, I blacked out and I destroyed all of Maya's pictures and drank all her perfume bottles. The weird part was that party at Nudge's house. This meant I broke into her house in the middle of the night. The hospital had to pump my stomach because perfume is not to be consumed. Maya stopped talking to us after that.
Max's townhouse had been transformed into party central. The party was in full swing and Max and I decide to bartend for awhile. We were daring each other to drink crazy concoctions. It was hilariously when I gave Max just lime juice. Her face was priceless. I already am getting tipsy.
We were blaring Max's iPod through giant speakers. Her iPod was on shuffle currently playing 'Burger' by Tyler the Creator. This is when the unholy trinity walked through the door. Lissa had a crush on me and apparently was trying to sleep with me, so Max and I would longer be friends. Max and Lissa hated because of something that went down them and Fang three years ago. But Max won't tell me what happened. Lissa strutted towards the bar trying to be seductive but it was laughable.
Lissa stopped walking when she got to the bar and lend on it. She batted her eyelashes. "Do you have something in your eye?" I ask.
"Yeah, I like twig or a branch your trying to get out" Max said sarcastically.
Lissa immediately stopped batting her eyelashes. "I'd like to order something to eat" Lissa purred.
"Would you like some fat-free air?" Max asked sarcastically. I burst out laughing. It was an inside because Lissa is deadly skinny and also incredibly stupid.
"Excuse me" Lissa retorted in a nasally voice.
"Oh no, you caught us. We only have full fat air here" Max retorted sarcastically. We both burst laughing. Every we tried to stop we saw her outraged face and continued laughing. Lissa finally gave up and walked away. But she was back a minute later with Maya and Brigid. (AN: U.T. Outfits: maya_brigid_lissas_party_outfits/set?id=100655399) I was sensing a theme in there outfits. Black cats?
"Max" said Maya. She rudely looked Max up and down. "I love how you just wear anything" Maya continued sarcastically. Brigid and Lissa laughed annoyingly. Max rolled her eyes. (AN: Max's Outfit: maxs_party_outfit_chapter/set?id=100649922)
"What do you want, Bitch?" Max said in a bored voice.
"Well since you asked I want you to know-"
"Oh no, I want to actually know. It was a rhetorical question. Not that you would know" Max replied in the same bored voice. She holds her hand up and I high-five her.
"One, zero. Max" I state while high fiving her. Max smiles at me then turns back to Maya.
"Well, yesterday I slept with Dylan and he said I was the lover he ever had" Maya said snidely. Low blow.
"Wow, Maya! Still digging in the garage, for my sloppy seconds. You really haven't changed" Max retorted sarcastically.
"Two, zero. Max" we say in unison while high fiving each other. Maya blushes embarrassed.
"Yeah? Well, you're a slut that doesn't put out" Maya says heatedly.
"It takes one to know one. The slut part, obviously not, the part about putting out."
"Well you've wanted to be like me, that's why you went to high school in the FIRST PLACE! Eres un miserable viejo troll. Usted es un monstruo de la naturaleza y sabe que. Usted siempre ha estado celoso de mí."
"You really wanna go there? FINE! Usted tiene un trastorno de la alimentación. Es por eso que nuestros padres han sido educados en su casa durante dos años. Y bueno... que creen que su idiota."
"El papá le odia. Es posible que fuera un genio del niño, pero todavía estaba allí el monstruo de una hija. ¿Por qué cree que fue a una verdadera escuela hasta que fueran 16 años de la edad?"
"Puedo ser un bicho raro, pero yo soy un bicho raro que pueda hablar con 9 idiomas. En caso de que apenas se puede hablar Inglés o Español. Su sólo una decepción porque su último logro fue ser potty entrenado." Max had red cheeks and an evil grin. She stared Maya down, determined to win.
Maya just looked embarrassed. She ran through the crowd towards the bathroom with her tail in-between her legs. Her minions were about to follow her but Max stop them.
"You two, tell Maya. Five, zero, Max. Now, SCRAM!" Max yells at them. They scurry off to find Maya.
"Come on let's get victory mortal" Max says turning to face me. She grabs three bottles of Russian vodka and my arm then steered me to the couch. Nudge finally burst through the doors wearing a cute dress. She looked really hot, not that she didn't look hot all the time (AN: Nudge's Outfit: nudges_party_outfit_chapter/set?id=100652279). She spots Max and me and walks over to us. "Max, you're letting Iggy drink? You know what will happen..." said Nudge.
"Hey, still, Right HERE!" I say feinting hurt.
"Yeah, I'm letting him drink I'll deal with later" Max answered Nudge.
Nudge shrugs and sits down and joins us drinking. While finishing the third bottle with Max and Nudge, I black out.
Fang's POV
(12 o'clock at night)
When I arrived at the party with Mason, The party is absolutely crazy. Dylan didn't want to come because he still embarrassed about Max knocking him out on stage. The party had everything a party needed and more. There was a keg stand in the garden, an actual bar in the kitchen, a dance floor; a karaoke machine, a stoner's area (I knew Mason would be there all night) and a DJ stand. This reminded me how good a party host Max was. I missed being a part of the flock and Max's group of friends. This was officially best I'd been to in months.
Iggy is running around in his underwear wearing his pants as a hat. He is destroying anything in his path. Max is at the keg stand, going for the record, in the spread eagle position. Damn, Max is flexible. Nudge is laughing controllably with Brigid. This confused me because I was 90% sure that they hated each other. Gazzy was making out with some random girl. Maya was passed out on the threshold. So Mason and I had to step over her to get to the party. Jason was humping one of the chairs. Jack was a bunch of other dudes were playing pong. "Hey Mason, I'm going to play beer pong. See you later" I say then quickly disappeared into the crowd. To the beer pong table.
(3 hours later)
I was awesome at beer pong. I could hold my liquor like an ox. I was on the ninth round and everything was getting hazy. I spotted Max across the room. Our eyes meet and she gesture for me to follows. The last thing I remember is following an extremely drunk Max into an excluded dark corner.
(That morning)
I woke up with a pounding headache. Thankfully my black curtains were closed. I wondered when and how I got home. I check my alarm clock. It was 8am and I needed to be at the recording studio at 11am. Dylan was coming to pick me up at 50 past 10 because my car was in shop. I rolled out of bed and realised I was completely naked. I don't remember sleeping with anyone and no one was in my bed.
I walk to my on suite bathroom. I open the door and am shocked because there is a girl with long dirty blonde hair in my shower with her back to me. I stumble over to the toilet to pee. Mid pee the girl turns around revealing that the girl is Max. Our eyes meet. First thought: SHIT! Second thought: Damn, Max has a really hot body. Third thought: Dylan going to kill me... if Max doesn't get to me first. Max screams then I scream. Both looking like deer's in the headlights. Max attempts to cover her lady parts. I avert my eyes to give her some dignity. "GET OUT!" Max screams at me.
"But it's my bathroom" I say confused.
"GET OUT, NOW!" She screams again.
I quickly finish and run out the room. Back in my bedroom I open my curtains, then realise it was a bad idea. My eyes are on fire. It made my already torturous headache even worst. I cross my room to my dresser and pull out a pair of black boxers and a plain black t-shirt. I then quickly shove them on. I notice clothes on the floor that aren't mine. I realise these are Max's clothes but they are dirty and there wasn't time to wash them. I walk over to my walk in closet and take out my only white t-shirt and some blue jeans then fold them over my arm with Max's clothes. I walk back over to the bathroom and gently knock on the door. "What?" Max says cautiously. I open the door. Max standing in front of the vase mirror wrapped in a fluffy black towel. She is staring at her face. The only unusual imperfection was the heavy bags under her beautiful eyes. But to me, she still looked perfect. Silently, I hold my arm out with the clothes on to her and she takes the clothes. "What's this?" she asks.
"Um... Clothes" I say sarcastically.
"No, I meant this" Max says while pointing at my white t-shirt.
"Well, I didn't want you to do the walk of shame. So, I lent some of my clothes to you. Well... that and your clothes are crinkled." I mumbled.
Max looks shocked that I could be that thoughtful. She recomposed herself. "Thank you, can you leave, I kind of need to get changed" She said calmly but awkwardly. I nod and leave. I decide I should cook some breakfast and walk to my kitchen. I make decision to cook chocolate chip pancakes and bacon because I know they are Max's favourite. While cooking the memories of last night return to me.
Flashback
Max and I were intensely making out and we tried to go to her bedroom but a couple was already in there.
We were desperate and decide to take a cab to my place. When we got there my conscience made a brief appearance. It was 3:46am and the logical side of my brain, had long since gone to sleep but it still managed to hold its own will. I tried to convince her that we shouldn't do this but she would not listen to me. Then she started stripping and I lost all self control.
I swept her off her feet and carry her to my bedroom. I closed the curtains and had the best sex I have ever had. With my experience and her flexibly it was incredibly.
End of Flashback
Just as I am finishing cooking Max walks out. She had rolled the hem of the jeans up because they long on her thin legs. But they sag off the hips. The t-shirt was oversized but it looked fine with her awesome backpack. "I'll get you a belt for the pants" I say. I placed two full plates of food on the kitchen island. Max eyes the food and her stomach grumbles. "Go on. If I recall correctly, you love to eat" I state smirking. Max walks further into the room and sits on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. She looks up at me and smiles "You remember my favourite food?" Max asked genuinely surprised.
"Of course, I also remember you almost burning down my kitchen, trying to make it" I reply sitting down next to her. Max immediately started stuffing her face. She paused and said "Hey, I said I sorry. It was meant to be a surprise" She then continues to eat. I start eating too. Then I pause and say sarcastically "Was the surprise you can't cook anything?"
"No" Max replies childishly with her mouth full.
"It wasn't a surprise. I knew that before." I say jokingly. Max giggles. We eat in comfortable silence for a while.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she suddenly asks confused.
"I'm always nice to you" I say. By now we have both finished eating.
"No, you're not. What about on tour?"
"The term is 'bros before hoes'" I say calmly and Max punches me in the shoulder "Ow... Ok, I deserved that, but do you know what would happen if I defended you?" I state while picking up the dishes and carrying over to the sink to prepare them for the dishwasher. Max is silent for a moment, processing.
"Are you that embarrassed that we dated?" Max says quietly.
"No. But correct me if I'm wrong, you wanted to keep our relationship a secret" I say quietly frustrated.
"Yes, I did. It wasn't an excuse to cheat on me with Lissa. Of all people, Lissa is the most insulting" She snaps angrily.
"How many times do I need to say it? I didn't cheat on you"
"Yeah, because Lissa tongue accidently ended up down your throat. It happens to me all the time" Max says with thick sarcasm. "The worst part was it was on all the front cover of EVERY magazine. And you still denied it. How stupid do you think I am?" She yells.
"Do you know what your problem? You never listen. You just amuse your always right. Do you want to know what really happened that night? Lissa attacked me as I left my album photo shoot. The paparazzi took picture before I pushed her off me. Then when I tried to tell you this, you wouldn't talk to me"
"Well, your problem is that your an asshole, that still doesn't want discuss the elephant in the room. WE HAD SEX! OOPS, LOOKS LIKE THE CAT'S OUT THE BAG!"
"I don't want to discuss it because I broke guy code. I SLEPT WITH MY BESTFRIEND'S EX!"
"Technically, Dylan broke 'guy code'" Max made air quotation marks and continued "I WAS YOUR EX FIRST, BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT BECAUSE YOUR A WUSS!"
"Last night should have never happened" I said quietly. Max was silent, thinking.
"Do you regret having sex with me?" Max whispered sadly.
"No, but I should because you're Dylan's ex" I say.
"Stop worrying about Dylan and tell me how you really feel" She states firmly.
"I-I... I can't" I stutter out. An emotion I do not recognise crosses her face briefly. But quickly disappears.
"Why?"
"There aren't words to describe how I feel about" I mumble. Max gasps.
"Yes there are words. That's what words are for" She pressed.
"They won't come out" I said.
"SUGARY DOUGHNUTS, FANG! Please, just let me in, SPEAK TO ME, please." Max begged. I stayed in silence and Max sighed.
"Max, don't move I'll be right back" I said. I went to my bed and picked up my black acoustic guitar and my marvel belt then hurry back to the kitchen. Max quickly puts the belt on. I perch myself on my stool and begin strutting the notes. I closed my eyes and sang the song I wrote for Max, three years ago, 'The Scientist'.
Fang (Italics)
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Don't speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
I opened my eyes to Max staring at me with her mouth hanging open. "You wrote that for me?" She asked disbelieving. I nodded. "Thank you, Fang". We sat in silence again staring deeply into each other eyes, she leans in closer. We jump apart as we hear a key unlock the door. I remember Dylan was to pick me up today and I gave him my spare keys yesterday. I hear his heavy footsteps and hold my breath. "Fang" Dylan called out. First thought: SHIT! Second thought: Well... I'm going to die.
Thanks for reading. I do not own Maximum Ride.
Conversation between Max and Maya in English from Spanish:
Maya: You're a miserable old troll. You are a monster of nature and know that. You have always been jealous of me.
Max: You have an eating disorder. That is why our parents home schooled you for two years. Well... that and they think your an idiot.
Maya: Dad hates you. It is possible that you were an child genius, but you were still there freak of a daughter. Why do you believe that you went to a real school until you were 16 years of age?
Max: I can be a freak, but I'm a freak that can speak with 9 languages. In the event of which you can barely speak English or Spanish. Its just a disappointment because you're latest achievement was to be potty trained.
Preview of Chapter 4:
I walk further into room and sit in the chair on the far left, closes to the window. Fang sits on the far right and takes off his headphones. Dylan huffs in frustration and sits in the middle. "Thanks for coming, all of you. Who wants to start?" Dr. Reed questioned. Silence follows. "Don't all ask at once" Dr Reed jokes. But silence still follows and I stare out the windows, praying for this session to finish. "Max, would you like to start us off?" He asked desperately.
"No" I reply.
"Well, you have to, so... let's begin. Dylan and you recently broke up, I understand"
"If you call 6 months ago recently, Yes" I say tersely.
"How many boyfriends have you had?"
Please review with construction criticisism, this is my first fanfiction. I changed the story from the orignal stroyline. Please send ideas and thoughts.
Yours Faithfully
CuriousEyes
