This is based off of a theory I have about FANG. A part of me thinks JP wrote out Fang so that he didn't have to deal with the tension between Max and Fang. Did you notice how he left out sleeping arrangements when they were in Vegas? On purpose, maybe? Anyway, yeah that's how this came about and I'll happily remind you that I own nothing associated with Maximum Ride.
They call me Maximum "Charging Off" Ride. And I'll never say it out loud, but it's a nickname I deserve. I was infamous for making decisions and thinking them through later, which is probably why I am in the situation that I'm currently in.
I should start from the beginning, even though most of you know about it already. Well, part of it at least. Seven weeks, two days, and twelve hours ago I was in Las Vegas. With Fang. Saying or thinking his name still hurt, especially now. Anyway, you know the story. We had fun in Vegas. We won tons of money, ran from crazy scientists, and were together twenty four seven. Literally twenty four seven. Without adult supervision. Yep, just me and Fang. Are you getting the hint, here?
Anyway, back to my nickname, we uh…yeah. I did it. We did it I guess. Without thinking rationally. So here I am. In a public restroom in the park. Luckily I convinced the rest of the Flock to let me go out on my own. They gave me two hours and said if I wasn't back they were going to track me down and find me. Luckily these nifty test things take less than five minutes.
I had done it again. I had acted without thinking. Normally it was what saved my ass from being Eraser chow, but now…not so much. It wasn't a good thing, but doing this, going to get the test and leaving the house…it was the first thing that I had done since HE left. I got up showered, ate enough food that the others would leave me alone, but I was a walking corpse. There was no life left to me…except maybe the one inside me.
I slept all the time. I didn't throw up, but I didn't eat enough to really have anything in me. And then of course my cycle was missing. They say that that can come from stress. Stress. Ha. Like normal people know the meaning of the world. I'm saving the world here!
Before I realized it I had spent an entire two minutes wallowing in self-pity. I could look at the test now. Not that I wanted to. But I needed to. I needed to know if I was, well you know. With his…you know.
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I sure hope they're right.