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MPOV
I'm actually beginning to enjoy myself here. Fang is a decent guy. Last night at the restaurant had been hilarious! I was glad I had won our little bet.
And it had been the first time in a while that I had been DECENTLY full. And he paid for it all as well.
On the downside, I'm worried that he is trying to find out who I really am. He's worried, I think. Normal humans are fairly easy to read, but not Fang. He is definitely good at hiding stuff. First day of 'school' tomorrow, so I couldn't wait! Not. I contented myself with the thought that I'd only be here another week or so. I was healing fast, and my wings weren't nearly as sore. My bruises were healing, and I could move around better. Plus my mirage was taking its toll. I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up.
But for some reason, I shied at the thought of leaving this place. I felt… normal. I felt happy goofing around with Fang. Eating pizza and dealing with normal problems, like winning a bet. I didn't want to save the planet. I just wanted to be normal, for once.
But I wasn't normal. I wasn't MADE to be normal. I adjusted my position on my bed and looked at my walls. Completely bare. It wasn't homey, just some place to sleep. I didn't really belong here. I was glad I didn't really belong here. But, in spite of it all, I would definitely miss Fang. "That's what happens when you get attached to places, idiot." I chastised myself, internally.
I got up off my bed, and closed my eyes, and stretched my wings out behind me. It was dark, and my open window let in the cool dark velvet of the night air. My wings felt okay, not sore or anything. At nearly 14 feet long, they practically didn't fit in my room. I loved the glossy feel of my brown and white feathers.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to fly. To feel the muscles and sinew in my wings pull me up from the ground and onto the clouds above. I missed it. This resolved any doubts about my staying here. I was born to fly.
I looked out of my window, and seeing nobody there, I jumped out. I rushed to the ground and felt the exhilaration. Just before I became bird splatter, I pulled my wings up, and caught the breeze. I went up straight away, so high that the people moving were like little ants stuck with the earth. Not me! I was free! I laughed and did some loop-de-loops in the air.
My wings were stiff, but okay. I decided to try and go flying every night, to try and get back into shape.
When my wings started to get sore, I headed back to my dorm. I saw my window, and flapped a few times to get a little closer. Being out of practice, I flew straight in and into the wall, making a large BANG. I crumpled to the ground. Smooth Max, smooth.
"Ungh…" I groaned, as I got out of my feathered ball. Suddenly the door burst open. I hadn't realised anyone had knocked. In the confusion, I snapped my wings shut and pulled my parka over, to hide them. I needed a few minutes to put my mirage into effect, so I needed them to get out.
"Max?" I heard a deep voice say. I groaned. Fang. What was he doing here?
"Max, are you okay? I heard a bang…" He stared at my wide-open window, and then looked back at me, eyes concerned. Crap. If I had to pull another mirage, it would take a lot of energy. I could potentially pass out, and then he would see my wings.
I pulled the parka over myself tighter, and stood up from the bed, where I had collapsed. The flying had taken a lot out of me. I'm an idiot! I should have gone later.
"Max?" he asked again, truly anxious now. I stared into his black eyes and for the first time, noticed flecks of deep brow there. It was quite a beautiful effect. I broke his gaze and said, "I'm fine. Really. I'm just… tired." I tried to make it sound like he should go, but he squared his broad shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "We have to talk."
I groaned internally. What could it possibly be this time? Surely… he hadn't seen my flying… had he?
He gestured to the bed. "Can I sit down?" he asked. I nodded and sat down beside him. I pushed my wings against my back tight as they could go. It almost hurt.
He took a deep breath and began. "Max. I know you're hiding something. Something big. I want you to know you can trust me with anything." He looked at me earnestly before continuing, "I know this might be hard for you, but really. Please tell me. I know its troubling you. I'll do anything I can to help." He stared at me defiantly. I knew he wasn't going to give up. I really loved him for it. He was so good.
I hesitated. What could I do? Tell him and risk everything? My hiding spot? Fangs safety? Erasers swarming this place?
What could I do?
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