"Micah, I have to talk to you," I said as I was walking in the door. I went straight home from Mom's house once I woke up. I had decided to fly.
"Max, listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"Micah, this isn't working. I want a divorce." He frowned.
"Max, we can work this out. We love each other. We—"
"That's the thing. I don't love you. I never have. I can't live a lie anymore. I wanted to love you. I wanted this perfect life, but I can't. I can't pretend to love someone and be in love with someone else. I gave my heart away, and the thing is, the guy refuses to give it back." He frowned.
"There's someone else?" I nodded.
"Yep. You two already hate each other, so you should be good. But, I can't." I handed him his rings back.
"Why did you lie?"
"Like I said, I wanted this life. I thought if I tried it, I would eventually. But, I can't."
"Max, please!" he pleaded. "I'll wait on the kids!"
"Micah, I have wings!" I popped them out. He stared at me.
"You freak!" he yelled. Tears filled my eyes.
"I guess that's one way to put it," I whispered.
"You mean to tell me I married a lying little bitchy, bird-freak?" he hissed. I burst into tears. That really hurt. I pulled my wings back in.
They had changed a little. Now the bottom layer of feathers was completely black. There were occasionally black feathers, and all the feathers had black tips. They were…beautiful.
"You bastard! You're lucky I'm crying right now, or I would kick your ass!" I ran out the door. I popped out my wings and flew off. God this felt good.
I burst through the door of Mom's house.
"Mom, I married an ass hole!" I said, crying on her shoulder. She hugged me tightly.
"What did he do?"
"I told him I wanted a divorce, and I showed him my wings." I stopped, trying to calm down. "He—said—" I tried to choke out the rest. I couldn't. I burst into tears all over again. "I'm getting a divorce." Fang walked in. He smiled, and then frowned.
"What did he do this time?" I took a deep breath.
"I told him I wanted a divorce and then showed him my wings. I was trying to get him to quit asking me not to leave. He then called me a—" I stopped and took another deep breath. "He said he married a lying little bitchy, bird-freak!" I couldn't stop the tears. Fang sat beside me and put my head on his shoulder.
"Max," he whispered into my hair. "I'm so sorry." I looked up at him with teary eyes.
"It's not your fault," I reminded him. He smiled and used his thumbs to rub the tears away. He kissed my forehead.
"I know. I'm sorry I let you marry that son of a bitch." I rolled my eyes.
"You couldn't have stopped me." He shrugged.
"But I didn't even try." I shrugged. He hugged me, and kissed my hair.
"It's okay," I whispered. He didn't let me go. I heard Mom leave, and he tilted my head up to look at him.
"Max," he whispered before kissing my lips gently. "Why did you do this?" I sighed.
"I did this for you, lover boy. Well, partly. Mostly for me." He smiled and I put my arms around his neck. "But I need you to do something." He looked at me. "Make sure I don't regret it." He nodded.
"Okay. I will." He kissed me. He tilted his head, and I kissed him back. Oh my God. We both slowly stood up, not breaking apart. He pulled me as close to him as possible, and we sat there like that until someone cleared their throat.
"Whoa, I see a game of tonsil hockey going on in here," Iggy muttered. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey Ig." He frowned.
"Damn girl. You get over them fast!" I smiled.
"Yeah." I laid my head on Fang's shoulder. "Especially since this sexy guy here helped me through it." Fang smiled and laid his head on mine. Iggy rolled his eyes.
"It's about time. Max, we'd all thought you'd lost it when you actually said I do. No, we thought you'd lost it when you even agreed to date him!" I nodded.
"I think I did loose it," I muttered. "Then again, did I ever have it?" They both shook their heads.
"Well, at least there's more than just one good thing about you two," Ig said happily.
"What would those be?" He smiled.
"One, Fang will quit being so depressed. The first night after your wedding, he walked around the house crying." Fang put his hands on his face. "Two, you're both happy. Three, we're all happy. Guys, we've wanted this for like…ever!" I rolled my eyes.
"Okay Ig," I whispered. He smiled again, and I stood up.
"So, what happened?" he asked. I sighed.
"Oh, just so you know, according to Micah, I'm a lying little, bitchy bird-freak," I informed him. Iggy's jaw locked.
"That bastard's about to get his ass kicked. Dude, Fang, whatever's left, let me take care of!" I smiled.
"You should probably go first then, because once I'm finished," he put his arms around my waist, "there won't be anything left." Iggy frowned.
"Okay. But we will do this together, right?" Fang reluctantly nodded.
"Together." They knocked their fist against the other one. I hugged them both.
"Thanks guys, but I can handle this." Fang shook his head.
"No one does that to my Max and gets away with it." Iggy shook his head.
"Your like a little sister to us!" Iggy said teasingly. I rolled my eyes.
"Odd, because I'm older than both of you," I shot back. Their shoulders sank, and I triumphantly walked out.
I walked past Fang's room a few hours later. Around noon. His door was actually open. He had his eyes closed, and he was smiling.
"Hey lover boy," I said as I shut the door. "What are you up to?" He grinned.
"Just thinking about stuff." I sat on his bed.
"What kind of stuff?" I asked curiously. He sat up and his face was a hair away from mine.
"You," he whispered before kissing me. Someone knocked on the door.
"Max?" I pulled back, and he frowned.
"Yes?" I asked, opening his door back. She smiled and looked at Fang. He looked at her.
"Um…I was going to tell you lunch time." I nodded quickly.
"Okay." I said quickly. Fang smiled. Ella gawked.
"Did he just—" I nodded.
"Yeah. He did." She looked at me.
"I don't know what you did, but thanks!" she squealed. He raised an eyebrow.
"Your welcome?" Angel ran by.
"Max! Thank you so much!" I looked at Fang.
"Gosh, they love you more than you thought." He grinned.
"Yeah!" Angel squealed. She hugged him.
"Angel, you're hurting me!" he muttered. She squealed again and hugged him tighter.
"Now he's talking! Max, what did you do?" Ella asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know." He smiled again. Nudge ran in.
"What is all the commotion about? Some of us are trying to have a conversation here?" Fang laughed.
"Why don't you two quit talking and just get together?" Fang asked. Nudge stared at him. She was speechless.
One Week Later
"Max, don't let this bother you," Fang whispered. I nodded. We were about to go to finalize this. I was about to leave that bastard. Forever. I would see him at school, but that's it. Never again.
"Why are there cameras everywhere? That…I…he promised not to…Micah!" I shouted. People started taking pictures.
"They went into hiding, but now we've found them. Here behind me you will see one of the bird kids, Max, and wait, the quiet one, Fang! Oh my gosh. Two!" I grabbed his hand.
"You are going to regret this!" I hissed once we found Micah. He smirked.
"What? The bird freak doesn't like attention?" I snarled.
"No! I've spent my life running and hiding from people, and I was doing a great job at it! You are going to pay." Fang was glaring silently at him. I smiled, and grabbed his hand.
"Come on," I said happily. He smiled.
"Okay." Micah rolled his eyes.
"When you said I already hated the other guy, you weren't kidding!" Micah exclaimed. I nodded.
"Let's just get this over with!" I said in my signature, bored tone. Fang grinned.
"Then, this will be a lot easier," he whispered before kissing my cheek. I nodded.
"Yeah." Micah snarled.
"This is the other guy?" I nodded, and he rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me you left me for an emo freak? Max, I'm the most popular guy in school, and you left me for this other emo, bird-freak? You have made the biggest mistakes of your—" Fang punched him in the nose, sending him to the floor.
"No. The biggest mistake of her life was dating you! You know," he knelt beside him, "You should probably only start fights with someone you know you can beat." Micah tackled him.
"Stop it! Guys, stop!" Fang stood up and nodded.
"Okay Max." Micah growled.
"I don't think so!" His nose was bleeding. He jumped at Fang, but Fang kneed him in the stomach.
"Go ahead," I muttered. He grinned, and when Micah went to punch him, he grabbed his wrist and started twisting it. He shoved him backwards, and walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. We walked into the main room of the building, where my mistake would be put behind me.
"So, this is final," my lawyer, Mr. Davis, announced. "Once Mr. Richard signs." My head snapped around to look at him.
"Sign the damn papers so we can just get on with our lives," I muttered. He smirked.
"Nah. I changed my mind. I don't think I want to." Fang let out a low growl.
"Micah," I stood up, angry. "Sign the papers, please!" I pleaded. He grinned.
"I don't think I want to." I stormed out.
"Max, how does it feel to be divorced?" one woman asked. I snarled.
"The bastard won't sign the damn papers!" I yelled to Iggy. He narrowed his eyes, and we walked to the car. "He's going to regret this." Fang nodded.
"Mom?" I said. She sighed.
"How does it feel?" Tears started forming in my eyes.
"He won't sign. What can I do?" she sighed.
"I…don't know." Fang started the car, and we all drove off.
"Why wouldn't he sign?" Iggy asked. I shrugged.
"Could be the fact Fang kicked his ass right before." Fang grinned, but kept driving. Iggy smiled.
"Damn. Wish I was there." I nodded.
"It was fun," Fang answered honestly. I nodded.
"I had fun watching my boyfriend kick my husband's ass. Whoa, that sounds weird." They both laughed and nodded.
"He's a butt head," Angel said once I got home and told them the bad news. I nodded, and she hugged me. "Don't worry. You and Fang will be able to be together." I sighed and nodded. Fang put his arm around my waist.
"That's a very good thing," he whispered. I nodded.
"Yeah." He pulled in my head and kissed me.
"We have been
waiting for this forever!" Angel shrieked. Everyone nodded, even
Mom.
"Well, it's happening," I said happily. She nodded.
Someone knocked on the door. I opened it to see Micah standing there.
I let out a frustrated breath.
"What the hell are you doing?" I spat.
"You have a lot of nerve showing up here," Fang said through gritted teeth. I nodded, and he smirked.
"I've got a deal. I'll sign. If there's something in it for me." I rolled my eyes.
"Selfish bastard. What the hell do you want?" He smirked.
"Well, not money. I have plenty of that. There's really not much you can give me." I shook my head.
"Then what the hell do you want?" He kissed me. Fang snarled, and shoved Micah off of me. He pinned him against the wall and kneed him in the groin.
"Yes Micah. What is your death wish?" he hissed venomously. He was hunched over, coughing.
"Forget it. Nothing you say or do will change my mind!" I shrieked.
"Max, let's remember, I can do that. You are my wife." I stormed inside and slammed the door. Fang locked it, and I sank to the floor.
"I hope life gets better," I whispered. Fang nodded.
Next day
"Max, why is Micah being an ass about it?" my best friend, Kyra, asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know. It's a good thing I never slept with him," I said, thinking out-loud.
"He probably has a hot body," she remarked. I shuddered.
"No. There's only one body I want to ever see and that is—"
"Hey Max," Fang said walking up. School was almost over. I smiled, and Kyra grinned. She knew who I was talking about.
"Me too." I laughed quickly. Fang was confused. I kissed his cheek.
"Don't worry about it," I said sweetly. He nodded.
"Max, my parents are going out of town, and they said while they're gone, I can throw a party. I'm having one this Friday. It won't be a lot of people. Just a few. Want to come? You two could come together," she taunted. I rolled my eyes. Fang looked down at me and shrugged.
"I'm in if you are," he informed me. I smiled.
"Trying to come out of your depression shell?" I teased. He shook his head.
"Thanks to you, I am. Now I'm trying to just…have fun with life." I sighed.
"I put you in the shell," I muttered. He tilted my head up to look at him.
"Max, no you didn't." I rolled my eyes.
"So, are you in?" Kyra asked hopefully. I smiled and nodded.
"As long as I don't have to dance," I protested. She rolled her eyes.
"Okay." I smiled. This was going to be fun.
party night
"How does this look Ella?" I asked. She grinned.
"Perfect!" she squealed. I smiled.
I had on a black cami. I put on a pair of blue jean shorts. Like short shorts. Not really short and trampy, but short. I had on a black belt with silver, metal circles on it. The belt buckle was a circle, and it had an oval, plastic diamond in the middle. Around that were smaller diamonds. They were clear too. They were all around the big, clear circle. I slipped on my black flip-flops.
"Okay." I took a deep breath. She opened the door, and Fang was leaning against the wall across from it. He smiled when he saw me.
"Looks good," he mumbled. Shit. It looks bad. I smiled and shut the door back.
"What?" Ella asked. I sighed.
"It's horrible." She shook her head.
"No. He was hiding what he wanted to say, I could tell. Get your ass out there and party!" she said opening the door back and shoving me out. Fang grabbed my hand before I could protest.
We sat down in the car, and he looked at me.
"Okay, now I can say it," he said starting the car.
"Say what?" I asked curiously.
"That looks sexy," he whispered. "I love it." I smiled and before he drove off, I quickly kissed him.
"Thanks," I whispered as he drove towards Kyra's house. Fun. Party time.