Minimum Ride
A Maximum Ride Fan Fiction
Chapter 7: Unnecessary Celebration, eh?
That night, Payton packed her overnight bag and had Dad drive her to her friend's house. Once she was out of the driveway, I had already went to my room to change. I ended up getting a hot shower, and then throwing on a tank top and loose shorts with an elastic waistband. I trotted down the stairs, turned the corner and waltzed into the living room, wings still folded neatly against my sides.
Mom caught sight of me, and a smile lit her face. "Let's see 'em." she said excitedly. When Payton was gone, Mom loved to see my wings. Sometimes she tells me they've changed, or that the brown was darker. It was annoying, but I still appreciated the attention. I unfolded them, and smiled as the feathers ruffled and aligned. I shook them out, happy with how clean the primaries were from my shower. I loved, loved, loved my wings. Just as I was brushing down the feathers, the back door opened with its usual creak. I pulled my wings in hard, tightening them against my back.
"Payton's pretty excited. Barely stopped the car before she could jump out!" Dad called as he rounded the corner of the back hallway. He made his way to the fridge, and opened it. I saw him pull out three cans of root beer and set them on the counter. "Who wants root beer?" he asked.
"Oh, please make mine a float!" I called. He nodded and opened the freezer.
"Bryan, you've just got to come see Kate's wings! They're so pretty!" Mom said excitedly. I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. I untucked my wings a bit, letting the tips hang out by my sides. I walked quickly into the kitchen and poured root beer over the ice cream dad had scooped into a cup. I took down a straw and plopped it in my cup.
"They look just the same." I said to Dad behind my hand. He chuckled.