NOW! Chapter 7: Your beautiful, a maximum ride fanfic

Max's POV:

I am saved from embarrassment by the bell. Literally, saved by the bell. "Come on." I grunt. 'Oh, very attractive Max.' My voice scolds me. Oh? You mean you don't know? Well I guess I never told you about a little voice in my head have I? Yep, Max Ride has a voice in her head. Jeez. The thing I hate most is when the voice is right. By the way, it's almost never wrong. It claims to be my "voice of wisdom". Yeah right.

It's not like I'm flirting with him. I hiss back at my voice. 'Im sure your flirting. It's obvious, you know?' I sighed. He doesn't know he'll hate me soon enough. My voice was silent, which scared me. Because the voice wasn't going to argue with me there.

Fang and I sprint to class, while Nudge went to fashion or design. Something that involves her looking good. She said it was to "keep her options open". I settle in my favorite chair in the corner of the room. It sits directly under a low wedged window, which gives me both a source of light, and a inspiration glamor.

Fang located the key to the cabinet supply area, which covers the entire wall. He retrieved his camera for the double lesson. I immediately started on my latest sketch, an abstract concept which incorporates a image of a woman and a tree into one figure. Or at least that's my goal till I am ripped from my concentration from the sudden followed clicking.

The noise only stops when I raised my glare to the lens of the camera. Fang only stops after one last click before slowly lowering the camera to meet my angry expression. "Oh come on Max! The lighting was totally perfect." He leans on the end of the table. "You look beautiful?" He stats it like a question, like that will get him out of trouble. I refuse to drop my glare. Despite myself, I melt slightly.

"Go away Fang. Take your camera elsewhere." I hold my stern look till he shrugged and began walking to another part of the room. I smile turning back to my sketches. The double flies by and I've completed a section of sketches, a number of variations which I could use to meld together creating my final image which I plan to have printed onto a massive canvas.

Than I remember what Dr. Dylan said. I frown at the pictures sadly, thinking that I would be better off taking home. The canvas would take a long time to complete. Fang walks over carrying a A2 sheet of shiny paper, holding the white side to face me hiding the photo. "Ready to go?" He asks, subtly eyeing my sketch pad.

"Yeah." I leap up, stuffing my art supplies and pencils into my bag. I leaped up from my chair. I became aware of a dull pain in my abdomen. Great...I was hoping to hang out with Fang after school. I shake my head slightly trying to focus on the present. "What have you printed?"

"It's just something I did today." He mumbles, tugging at my hand as I go to turn the photo around to face me. "Please Fang?" I flirt with my eyes, batting them like a school girl. "Why can't I see it? I already know I'll love it..." He looks at me uncertainty. I slightly become offended.

I've loved everything he's showed me thus far, why won't he show me this time? "It's um," he avoids my eyes walking into the car park. I grab his hand and spin him around to face me. "Just show me." I demand in what I hope is a cool and collected voice of authority.

"Fine!" He flipped the photo over carefully trying not to crease the paper. I see an enlarged photo of myself from the beginning of the lesson. My hair flows freely, framing my face which is further accented by the stream of light from the window. My eyelashes are long and dark, sticking out more without my glasses. (Which my mom was none to happy about and ordered me a new pair).

My lips are pressed together with the slight tension of concentration. I looked beautiful. I gasp enable to brake my gaze away from the photo. I feel beautiful! I haven't felt this way for a long time. The dull aching in my stomach seems to fade when I look up at Fang's expectant face.

"It's beautiful." I say. "Your beautiful." He said firmly. My heart stops. He used his hand to crease my face and pull my chin upward. I felt my stomach fluttering, not with weird cat in heat emotions, but with jitterness and excitement. He closed his eyes and leaned his lips to mine.

It was a soft and nervous kiss. As in "it's to early, I hope I'm doing the right thing" kind of kiss. But it was nice and...soft. If this is what life had to offer, I wanted to cry. This is what I'll be taken from. I can hear a number of immature guys making rude suggestions. Fang didn't seem to notice and soon enough, I forget everything except how he feels next to me.

All to sudden, he brakes away and smiled looking at my expression. It was, um let's see...suppressed, happy, probably a hint of embarrassment, and I guess clueless. I didn't seem to notice his hand was now placed on the back of my neck.

"So...um, you want to hang out tonight?" He asked just like every night this past week. I really wanted to, but the pain etched back into my abdomen. I'll probably need to go to the hospital. "I can't, Fang...I have to go home today." His face drops. But he understood, or thinks he does. He thinks I need to go home and support Iggy. Suddenly, I continue to hate myself for not telling him. But I'm not brave enough to tell him and risk losing him. "Ok, I'll take you home."

~~Time skip~~

I literally stomped into the teen lounge and fling myself onto the comfy couch next to Iggy. "Well, what's got you in a huff?" I ignore him and grab for the remote to the television. "Max?" I looked to Iggy. "What?" He sat closer to me. "What's going on?" I let out a sigh. "Dieing. That's what." He smiled. "I knew the feeling. So, how are your conditions? What did Dr. Dylan say?" I gulped down some air. "He said my infected cells are dividing at a fast rate, soon enough my T cells won't be able to kill them all. If they do, it will be at a slow rate. At least there not exploding like they were last time."

Iggy looked down and let out shaky breaths. "Oh Max. I-I'm sorry." I frowned and grabbed his hands. "What's wrong, Iggy?" He looked up at me with teary eyes. "Max, I'm getting better, but...I don't want to leave you here!" He wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered.

I hugged him back. "No, Iggy. Please don't be sorry. This is a good thing. You'll be able to go to school longer, see Lissa and Sam more." He clenched the back of my hospital shirt. "Max...What about you? I can't lose you." I pulled back. "You won't lose me." I cupped my hands on his cheeks.

He smiled and rubbed the tears away from his eyes. "I'll come and see you everyday. You can count on it." I got up and offered my hand to Iggy. "Come on, let's go to the park and jam out." He smirked. "Won't the hospital be mad if you leave?" I shrugged. "What are they going to do? Kill me? I'm afraid that is already in process." He rolled his eyes. We sometimes joke about our conditions to help lighten the mood. It works.

"Ok smart ass. Let's go. Get dressed in clothes to keep you warm." Iggy took my hand and lifted himself up. "See you at the entrance." He walked away. I ran to my room and began changing. I fixed my hair. I only wore eyeliner and eye shadow and occasionally mascara. I just didn't want to look like a kid with cancer.

When I got to the entrance, Iggy was waiting for me with his acoustic and his IPhone speakers. We walked to the park and fount our favorite place to hang out at. The park was only ment for teens, so there was never any kids. Nor parents. Me and Iggy sat our stuff up by the tree that blocked out the sun at any angle. The only light was the light shining past some of the leaves.

I laid down under the tree and used my arms as a pillow. Iggy began playing random songs. "I could sleep out here." I breathed. He chuckled. "Of course you could. I swear..." He stood up and stretched. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back." He walked off. I closed my eyes while listening to my phone on the speakers. The song playing was With Ears To See And Eyes To Hear by Sleeping with sirens.

I rolled onto my side and curled up. "Max?" I opened my eyes. I looked up at Fang. "Fang? What are you doing here?" He smiled and sat down on the grass. "Well, I was on my way to the hospital to pick up Star, but my mom picked her up. What are you doing sleeping out here?"

I stayed laid down and let the sun beat down on me. "Me and Iggy are hanging out. He went to the bathroom." He laid down next to me with his arm pushing up his head. "I see. So how is Iggy?" I looked up at the tree leaves. "He's better." I sat up on my hands as they laid back behind me. Than I grabbed a dandelion and played with it.

"Max, I was wanting to ask you a question...why is it you who makes me feel happiness?" I laid back down and continued to twist the flower between my fingers. "I don't know. I wouldn't know, you know? It isn't me that is asking myself that question." I let the flower fall to the grass. Fang grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. I felt myself blush. "F-Fang?" He looked up at me and smiled. "Your my happiness, Max. I feel so light around you. I just..."

My heart dropped. "Please don't say it..." I whispered. He ignored my pleading and said it anyway. "Max, I think- No. I am in love with you." I knew I had tears in my eyes. I sat up and looked out at the now setting sun. Iggy should have been back by now. "Max, please say something." He sat up too. I bit my lip.

"Fang...I-I have can-cancer. I think I might start chemo." I was looking to him for a reaction. My heart broke when I saw his face. It was full of hurt and agony. "Why...why didn't you tell me!? I could have hurt you! I could have put you danger! Max! How could you lie to me!?" I looked away. "I don't want anyone treating me like I'm going to die! I didn't want people's pity! I just wanted to live life with out being the reason people are troubled. It's not just you, it everyone except for Iggy, Sam, and Lissa. You have to understand!" He got up and ran away.

My heart was broken. I cried so much, my abdomen hurt. I now became aware of my throat. I felt like throwing up. I sat up and leaned over. I expected my breakfast to come out. Nope. Just blood. I fell to my side and clenched my side. "Help...Me..." I whispered. I knew nobody could hear me. I felt dark tunnels closing in around my vision. Was this it?

I left you a cliffhanger! How do you like that? Ok, I know it's been forever, but I needed to grieve. It's strange, I've only had this account for about two months and already two of my pets die. Opp, looks like I'm the devil yo. Bye, thanks for coming.