Forbidden Chapter 11: Mysterious, a maximum ride fanfic

A/N: (sighs) I'm afraid this chapter is going to be short. (sighs)

Chapter 11

Fang POV

Seriously.

Her eyes are puffy and red. How can Angel not notice that?

Max turned around and rested her fingers on the keys. Angel's grin faded when she saw Max's reaction.

"Max! Max!" Angel shouted cheerfully, as if making the atmosphere more positive. "Play another song!" Max shook her head. "Please? For me?" Then she did her bambi eyes. Noone, noone can resist the bambi eyes.

Max gave in. See?

There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again.
I'm awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over and over again.

So, I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope.

I give you my destiny.
I'm giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

Angel was looking at Max intently while she was singing. Max was awesome! Did I mention that? Oh, I did? OK.

Like the last time, Angel was praising Max a million praises. Max's head was down. I don't think she can even hear Angel. Her head snapped up when she heard one praise.

"I'm sure your boyfriend is proud of you!" She has a boyfriend?

I saw Max mumbled something.

The atmosphere is getting heavier. And more awkward.

Iggy saved everything from blowing up.

"DINNER'S READY!"

Angel suddenly stood up and left the room. Max stayed. I stayed leaning on the doorway. Then, she suddenly stood up and wiped her eyes.

She's crying.

She tried to walk past me, but she didn't succeed. I grabbed her arm to stop her and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Tell me why you were crying."

She took her arm away and glared at me with swimming eyes. "It's none of your damn business, Fang." She left.

I whispered to the air, "It is now."

Max didn't eat with us.

"Where's Max?" Iggy asked me. He grabbed the fried chicken and tore a chunk of meat and chewed loudly. I ignored him and ate my mashed potato in silence. "Where's Max?"

I shrugged and forked some beans. Why was Max crying?

"How dare she!" Iggy shouted, the bone he was sucking on dropped on his plate. "How dare she ignore my chicken!" Iggy grabbed a plate and filled it with mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and green beans.

"Where are you going?" I asked, now out of my seat.

"Bringing this to Max. She did not just skipped the dinner I made." I stopped Iggy by grabbing his shoulder.

"Do you really want to do that?"

"Yes! Nobody ignores my cooking!" I let go of him and Iggy went upstairs.

He came back three minutes later, grinning. I narrowed my eyes at him. "She's probably finished with it by now."

I shook my head. How does he do that? "You're doing the dishes Gazzy."

The blob of mashed potatoes that Gazzy shoved in his mouth fell. "What? Why can't Angel do it?"

"You're doing it with Angel."

"Yes!"

"What?" Angel cried out. "Fang. . ." I turned my face away from her eyes. "Fine. I'm doing it."

I grabbed an apple from the middle of the table and went up to my room. On my way, I saw Max's door open and Max's head popped out. I hid behind the tall plant on top of the stairs. I peeked. Max was looking around, as if to check if someone is going to see her. Then, her arm snaked out, holding an empty plate. She carefully laid it on the floor and her door immediately closed.

I grinned to myself. Iggy was right. She finished the plate. I took her plate and left the apple I took in replace. I knocked on her door and quickly went downstairs.

Downstairs, I handed the plate to Gazzy. Gazzy grumbled. Angel was whistling. I rolled my eyes at them and took another apple from the table. I bit on it.

I waited on my room for. . . I don't know what. Then, I heard Ig's, Gazzy's, Angel's footsteps. They said goodnight at each other. I heard kisses. And barf noises. Gazzy. They entered their rooms and closed their doors in unison.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight thirty-five. Too early.

I closed my eyes.

What woke me was the sound of someone shouting. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Eleven fifty-seven.

I groggily got off my bed and threw away the apple pit. I opened my door and went outside. I checked the hallway. Nothing. Then I saw that Max's door was open an inch. Her lights are on. I strode to her room.

I knocked on her door; when no one answered it, I pushed it open. She's not in her room.

I heard the shout again. In the music room.

I walked to the music room. Max's in the music room. What in tarnation is she doing there?

I pushed the doors open. What welcomed my arrival were Max's shouting and the strumming of my acoustic guitar.

She was singing Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects.

I made myself walk to her and stood in front of her.

She ignored me and continued singing.

You never seemed so tense, love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

And truth be told, I miss you
And truth be told, I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
I hope it gives you hell

Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself,
"Where did it all go wrong?"
But the list goes on and on
And truth be told, I miss you
And truth be told, I'm lying

I took the guitar from her and sang the rest of the song with her. I can't bear to look at her face because I'd rather die than see Max cry. But, as a man, I looked at her. She was not crying. I grinned at her; she grinned back.

Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
You can look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song and you sing along, well, you'll never tell
And you're the fool, I'm just as well
I hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell

"That felt really good," Max sighed. She collapsed on the ground and laid back. I stood, looking down at her.

"Why are you here?" I asked, and removed the strap over my head. I gently put back my guitar back to its stand. I sat down, Indian-style, in front of her. She sat up.

She shrugged and her brown hair fell to her face. I brought up my hand tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "If I told you, promise me you won't laugh."

"No promises."

"I just got dumped. Via text message."

That threw me off. "Whoa."

"Yeah, I know. The worst way to get dumped. Via text message."

"I hate to ask, but what happened?" This should get interesting.

She shrugged again. "He cheated on me."

"Whoa." I repeated.

"I actually cried. You knew, right?" I nodded. "When I was in my room, I was thinking. I never really loved Sam that way. And he didn't strike me as some guy who would have an affair with someone."

"So you came here."

"Wow, you're slow."

I shrugged. "Are you heartbroken now?"

She shook her head. "It's no use. Besides, I already moved on." She took something behind her. She took out the apple I left for her.

"You still have that?"

"I knew you gave me this." She bit on it and handed it to me. I took a bite and handed it back to her. She looked out at the window. "It's my turn to ask. Why are you here?"

"I came to investigate the banshee that was screaming inside my house."

"I was shouting that loud? Is anyone else awake? Did I-"

"You didn't. They're sleeping like little babies."

Max laughed. She finished the apple and stood up. "Coming?"

I nodded and we left the music room. I walked Max to her room. I turned to go, but she stopped me.

"Please stay. . ."

I smiled at her. I slipped in beneath the covers beside her. I let Max use my right arm as her pillow. She snuggled close to me; her fist rested on my chest. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Love moves in mysterious ways. . ." Max whispered.

"It's always so surprising," I continued in a soft voice.

"When love appears over the horizon. . ." Max's eyes opened and looked up at me.

"I'll love you for the rest of my days."

"But still it's a mystery-"

"Of how you ever came to me."

"Which only proves-"

"Love moves in mysterious ways. . ." We whispered in unison.

Max's head came up. "How do you know that song?"

"I have my ways. . ."

Her head came back down and rested on my arm. "You're so mysterious, Fang." Her breathing then came in slow and even rhythm. She fell asleep.

I twined my finger through her soft brown hair.

"I know."

A/N: I should've submitted this chapter yesterday if it wasn't for you, Iggy!

Iggy: How is it my fault?

Me: You... You... It's still your fault!

Fang: That's not a good reason.

Me: Stay out of this, Fang! Just play that Wii in silence!

Fang: (mutters) Which I'm currently doing.

Iggy: You always blame me! Why don't you blame Fang? Why is it always me?

Me: Stop whining, Iggy. RnR?

Iggy: I was not whining!