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HI!! Sorry it took so long to get another chapter up(haven't had time cause of school) Anyways here it is! Hope you enjoy it! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Chapter 2
Even after taking a long, ice cold shower, I still felt like a zombie.
At least after brushing through my hair I looked half-way decent, but I still had bags the size of South Dakota under my eyes, and the comments from everybody didn't help my self-esteem much either.
"Max you look like the night of the living dead!" Gazzy exclaimed as I stumbled into the room that Nudge and Angel where staying in.
Ah eight year old humor. What a concept.
"Thanks." I mumbled as sarcastically as I could manage.
"Yeah Max! What happened to you? You're as pale as a ghost! And you have circles under your eyes. Are you sick…or dehydrated? Oh! I remember this one time, I got dehydrated. It was sooooooooo horrible! Oh, and speaking of dehydration I'm thirsty, and hungry too!! Can we go…
"Nudge kept rambling, but I wasn't listening. All of my attention was completely focused on the fluffy. Plush. Oh-so-comfortable-looking, Fang-free bed, taunting me in the middle of the room. I swear I could hear the hallelujah chorus singing in my ears. (Turns out it was just Total singing in the shower…how I mistook THAT for Angel singing, I'll never know.)
Could I kick eraser butt?
Yup.
Did I save the world from a bunch of evil scientists bent on taking over the planet?
Of course.
Did I heave a giant sigh of pleasure as I ran over to the middle of the room and did a face plant onto the bed?
You betcha.
"Max?" Fang, who had entered the room, asked, sounding kind of scared.I lifted up one of my arms and put up my pointer finger, signaling for him to give me a second, then let it flop back down onto the bed. My whole body was still face down on the bed, and oh…did it feel good. Just the pure pleasure from having my eyes closed was overwhelming.
"Max?" Angel's hopeful voice questioned, coming in a bit muffled from the poufy pillows. "Can we go down to the pool? There's this big one I saw when we were looking around yesterday and I have my bathing suit and everything!"
I didn't even bother talking; I just gave her a thumbs-up and sent her on her merry way. During this little exchange, I had dragged a pillow closer, and pulled it over my head, trying to block out the singing styles of Total.
I heard the patting of foot steps (Total had left with them thank god!), a door slammed, and there was silence. Oh silence. I cannot even begin to express how good the meaning of that word is. After a matter of seconds I was fast asleep.
-6 Hours later-
I awoke feeling better, and I mean A LOT better. I flipped over onto my side, stretching my arms above me, and slowly opened my eyes. When my eyes focused, I swear they almost popped out of my head and rolled across the floor.
A single pair of dark eyes were staring at me only centimeters from my face.
"ACK!!!"
*SMACK.*
*THUMP!*
I yelped as I rolled off the side of the bed, landing on the floor. AGAIN. (Not to mention accidentally smacking Fang square in the nose…heh…whoops.) Hello again floor. Did I mention I like the floor? The floor doesn't hit you, and most of all, the floor DOSEN'T SNORE! (Ha, ha…that rhymed.) Which is a very good thing in my book. But I do have one thing against my friend the floor. The floor is very hard.
I let out a low moan, as I shifted more conveniently onto my back. I was going to have SUCH a bruise…
Fang (Flashback this morning) was leaned over the side of the bed, except this time, holding his nose and giving me a dark look that screamed "DOOM."
Aiyiyi…
I, of course, like any other loving 14 year old, winged parent taking care of five other mutants, panicked like nobody's business.
I jumped up, INTENDING to see what happened to Fang's nose, but in the process, I ended up slipping on Celeste, resulting in mine and Fang's heads colliding with a musical 'clack.'
Oh fun.
I, again, fell backwards for the 20th time, but I believe Fang's case was a bit more…shall I say…severe? In other words, he being the TOUGH, MACHO MAN, fainted with grace like the man that he is.
MORE FUN.
I took Mr. Macho Beefcake and lifted him back onto the bed, resting his head on a pillow as his hand slipped away from his nose.
"OOOOO…" My eyes bugged.
His nose was a purple as a grape. Can I throw a punch or what!? (*Ahem!*) Back to business. The only thing I could find in the medical kit that we carried and the bathroom cabinets was a few cotton balls, gauze, and some medical tape. So being the greatest nurse ever, I ATTEMPTED to bandage up his nose with what I had.
The ending result: the middle of Fang's face looking like half a giant, deformed baseball was slammed into it.
Oooooh, was he gonna kill me for this.
Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Theres more to come, in the next chapter iggy's night with fang. DUN DUN DUNNNNN keep a look out. -------------------PLEAASSEE REVIEW!!!! ----------------
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