The drama continues, both in A Better Childhood, and real life. Ah, when will it cease? (In real life at least…)

Fang's POV

Missing someone really screws with your mind, okay? I was so excited to hopefully see my wife's shining face in a few hours. She was really flying home as I tried to sleep. Trying being the operative word here; sleep didn't happen for me. My mind continued to race, thinking of one woman-one face, one leader, one best friend, one name-Maximum Ride.

One by one, memories entered my mind; each memory containing Max. First meeting Max in the cage next to mine. Secretly wishing that I could feel more than the slight brush of her fingertips; both of our hands extended out of the bars of our cages. I always wanted Max next to me, for the comfort of not being alone. Her words of reassurance weren't always enough.

The memories of the young "us" faded. Now, we were each teens, back with Jeb in the E shaped house. We would wrestle to get the better of each other. Iggy and I would play crude pranks on Max. That was always fun… and usually painful afterwards. My mind made sure to include the memories of Max crawling into my bed after a nightmare. Those memories were scarce… it seemed as though the longer we were in the E shaped house, the less she needed me. Of course, that was completely false, but still.

Switching things up again, I was reliving life on the run. Sleeping in trees, taking watch and sneaking peeks at Max. She was and will always be most peaceful in her sleep. But that's beside the point.

My memory threw out Max's first intense headaches, courtesy of the voice. She scared me half to death then. I repaid the favor though. Ari beat me, half to death, and Max was freaked enough to show emotion and kiss me.

I smiled. I mean, at 4 o'clock in the morning I was smiling like a fool! This is what love does to you.

The memories continued through staying at Anne's, splitting the flock apart, and a rollercoaster of haywire emotions. By the time the clock reached 8 am and I heard my girls yawning awake, I was to our wedding night.

My next greatest memories were awake and bouncing by my bed within a few seconds. God, it's great to create memories.

3rd person POV

Isn't it funny how your plans for the day are messed up by one little event? Take the day Max came home for example. Fang planned for the day to be normal, like any other. Until the time that Max got home, of course. Hugging, and kissing, and I love you's… then, the 4-5 now that Noah was legally their responsibility-would celebrate Star and Sky's birthday. Simple plans. All messed up by his lack of sleep the previous morning.

There was so much to do before Max got home. Falling asleep would just mess everything up. But of course, sleep was inevitable.

Fang lasted as long as he possibly could. At about noon, the girl's naptime rolled around, and putting them down for a nap was so exhausting. Not to mention watching them sleep; making sure they stayed asleep.

The first couple of times he dosed off, Fang caught himself. After a while though, his eyelids drifted shut slowly. He couldn't fight it. The house was a disaster from that days play, and Max was due home in a few hours, but for once Fang's need came first. And he needed this naptime.

Sky was the first of the twins up and out of bed. She simply wished to watch TV instead of nap. She climbed onto the couch and wrapped the blanket around herself. The remote was out of reach, so of course the poor now 5 year old had to get up and settle herself again. Pressing the power button did nothing. The television didn't glow to life as usual. Various angry stabs of the button later, Sky moved down to the little button on the remote labeled play. Maybe that would make the TV work. Press it a first time. Nothing. Press it a second time and still nothing happens. A third time and the remote is thrown across the room. Sky is obviously not the most patient child…

Not long after the remote turns up in two pieces across the room, Star wanders in. She, unlike her sister immediately spots a second remote.

One press of the power button, and the TV went from dark and dead to bright and alive. Star smiled victoriously, and moved to sit next to Sky.

The sound of the TV hit the girls before the picture did. Groaning, panting, moaning, and even quiet little whispers. What was going on?

"They are naked! Put clothes on lady!" Star shouted.

"He's attacking her! Get off of her!" Sky yelled.

The look of panic on their faces was almost comical, "Why is he touching her like that? Daddy doesn't do that to Mommy!" As soon as that flew out of Sky's mouth, Star looked at her in horror. But what if he did do that stuff to mommy?

A sudden clap of thunder sounded, scaring both girls. The rain picked up, lightning struck, and the lights went out. When Fang tried to console his daughter's frightened cries, they shied away from his comforting touch.

Then, in the pitch black, lightning illuminated the dark and at the same moment the front door swung open. Another huge fit of screams erupted at that.

So. Fang watches porn. That is just, wow. I thought of writing it, and I couldn't help but smile a little. I mean, does he really seem like the type or person to watch that? But, if Max is gone… hmm…

The end is a little cliché, sorry. It was the best I could think of right now.

In January 2010 it was announced that the film will go into pre-production as the films director Catherine Hardwicke asked for a script rewrite as she wanted more action to Maximum Ride, making a 2010 release unlikely.

This is off of Wikipedia, so I don't know how accurate is it, but it makes me mad either way.

Grr… review?

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