Max's POV:

Choir passed quickly, to me anyway, and soon Matt, Ella, and everyone else were heading toward the car. It was dark and cloudy out, but nobody was affected by the weather. I had remembered some more people from the past, kind of making me tired, mentally anyway, but I didn't show it; I don't like showing my weak side and I think everyone knows that.

"Hey, Max, are you going to get in?" Matt asked in a joking manner. I turned my head to see his grinning face as he held open the door for me. I had been looking at the sky and thinking and didn't even notice that we were already at the car. I saw that everyone else was already in the car with Fang in the driver's seat. The passenger seat was the only one open so I guess that Matt and I were suppose to share.

This thought brought memories with it: Matt with his arms around my waist while I sat on his lap. A voice in my head as I stared out the window. And an odd feeling…something that I hadn't felt in a long time.

I shook my head mentally as I looked at Matt. He looked hopeful but I didn't know if it was for me sitting on his lap, or me having the chance to interact with the others, which would help me get back to being my old self.

I shook my head with a small smile that, even though I declined sitting in the car, made Matt grin a knowingly, as if he thought I would do this. Ella and the others, except Fang, smiled at each other like they won the lottery. I didn't know if what I felt was true, but I felt happy, or glad, that I was able to make them happy.

"I'm going for a walk." I said with a more genuine smile.

"Okay, Max." Matt said as he got in and shut the door behind him, the smile still on his face.

Fang didn't wait a second, and as soon as Matt was buckled in he put on the speed and they went racing down the parking lot faster then I had ever seen a car that small ever go.

I waited until they were out of sight before I started walked towards the woods. My house wasn't far away, so I had no problem with the idea of just flying around for a while.

The moment I hit the sky I flew high about the ground that way people would think I was a small bird instead of a flying human. My wings flapped up and down with powerful strokes and the wind lapped at my face, flipping my hair everywhere, including in my mouth.

I smiled as I looked down at the world. The buildings that were once towering over me with their brick glares were now blobs on the ground blending into everything else around it. The cars looked like tiny bugs walking across paper at a snail's pace. The humans looked like nothing but dots of different colors that popped out from being next to the grey walkway.

Then it all changed when I used my raptor vision. The building blobs became defined colors of different colors, the cars looked exactly like they would be if I were just a few feet above them, and the humans became circus freaks with red skinny jeans and green t-shirts, and pounds of make up on girls' faces and the shiny glint from boys' hair gel.

And all and all, everything looked beautiful, like it was suppose to be there. Nothing seemed out of place. The earth was fine with sharing it's surface with the people that abused it.

The trees in the woods grew tall with it's branches reaching out to comfort the trees around it as if saying, "Don't worry, it'll be alright." I wanted to believe in what the trees were saying before I figured out that I was crazy for thinking inanimate objects could talk, even if it was only in my head.

I didn't know what direction I was going or where I was going, all I know was that I was going somewhere that was familiar. I know this because looking around me made memories flow through my mind, blurring my vision. Where the sky was dark and cloudy in my mind it was bright and sunny and it felt like someone was on my back, like my backpack, except heavier. It was laughing and soon the wind caught it, carrying it along to never ending destinations.

I blinked trying to get rid of the pictures in my head, but they just wouldn't go away. I didn't know what to think when I saw that I was going down to some part in the woods. I saw an opening in the trees in a weird shape and I tucked my wings before any unwanted people see.

I collapsed from mental exhaustion after hastily taking off my backpack and lied down on the ground on my back with my wings out stretched, which was lazy of me. I had my eyes closed trying to see the back of my eyelids instead of the colors of pictures in my head, but it wasn't working. I still saw the blur of colors mixing together giving me a massive headache. I opened my eyes hoping to see something that would take my mind off of the stupid memories that, right now, I don't want.

But what I got was hell.

The second I opened my eyes I saw that the opening that I came in through was shaped like a bird. This, of course, brought on a whole new round of memories. I remembered Ella and me lying down on this same grass chatting and having fun, her smiling at me. I remembered me getting up spreading my wings and taking her hand to help her on my back as I tried to fly away.

So many memories.

I clutched my head curling up in a small ball as I wished for the images to go away. Tears welled up in my eyes but I wasn't going to let them fall. I wasn't going to show weakness.

I tried to even my short, ragged breathing, hoping that it would change the images. It didn't. In fact it made it worse because it made the images clearer. I saw Fang kissing a red head, the same red head in my class that was a bitch to me. I saw the pained look on his face as he looked at me then at Brigid. I saw how he wished he could stand by my side but didn't dare risk our friendship. I saw him trying to sort things out, leaving me alone to try and think. I saw how he was acting when I was normal. I saw the look in his eyes as he watched me smile at Ella and the others, and at him. I saw the look on his face when he saw Matt, Ari, and Kyle standing in their shorts and nothing else when they first came.

I realized how lonely he was. I saw how his shoulders would slump by a fraction; I saw his depressed and empty eyes as he looked at me from the usual distance between him and the rest of us. I saw the sadness, the loneliness, and the emptiness in his eyes as he looked into mine but tried to clear it up with anger. He put up the act of the "bad boy" even though inside he wished to be in on what's happening, what's going on, just to look at people without them looking away from his gaze.

I wanted to tell him that he wasn't an outsider, that he was a part of our group. He didn't know how we were feeling when he didn't spend time with us. He didn't know what we thought. I wanted to tell him.

I was going to tell Fang the truth- what I think and how he's not alone like he thinks he is. He's probably beating himself over the fact that I lost my memory. I don't know why he would but he's probably convinced himself it's his fault. That stupid emo boy.

I gathered all the energy I had left in my system before grabbing my backpack and jumping and spreading my wings out. I probably looked like a retard because the next second my right wing hit the branches of a nearby tree making me lose balance and a ton of leaves fall to the ground. Yeah…not what you would call graceful.

I balanced out again before shooting off using my super speed towards my house because I knew that Fang would be there. He's always at our house and never at his own. I wonder if that has anything to do with his personality.

I saw the house in the distance and just when I was about to shout out in joy another wave of exhaustion swept over me. Looks like I ran out of energy. I swiveled my head back and forth to see if there were any passer by's and found none, like always. There aren't that many people in this neighborhood.

I landed clumsily on the steps and practically banged against the door. I leaned against it and caught my breath before wincing as memories came back. I only then noticed how I was drenched in water. It was raining. That's why nobody was around. I sighed, a little frustrated and tried to swipe away the strands of wet hair sticking to my face, which took more effort then it should have.

I twisted the knob and immediately regretted it because that was the only thing keeping the door from swinging in and I almost tripped. I took off my bag and, after I was far enough away from the door, I tossed it at the door, making it close with a small click since I couldn't throw it hard.

I stumbled my way to the living room, knowing that that was the closest place that had something I could lay on: the couch. I was so mentally worn out, that I didn't know that the water leaking down my cheeks weren't from the rain. I just knew I needed to get somewhere where it's warm because I was freezing.

In the back of my mind I noticed that the lights were off, and the only light was coming from what looked like a big rectangular object I assumed to be the T.V. What I didn't notice was that someone's feet were hanging off the edge of the couch, a person lying down like I wanted to do.

I also did not notice that that person was Fang.

I was too exhausted to take in what should have been obvious. All I wanted to do was get somewhere warm and somewhere I could lie down as fast as possible. And the couch was the closest thing.

Being the lazy person that I am, I just went to the back of the couch and rolled over to fall down on the cushions on my side. I expected it to be soft and cold, since no one's been here for a while, being that I had my memories erased. Only it was the exact opposite. It was rock hard and extremely warm, like a furnace.

I closed my eyes immediately because of the extremely warm comfort. I would have fallen asleep then, if it wasn't for the fact that the stupid cushions were as hard as the wood floor. So I did the thing that any reasonable person would do when they're trying to make a hard cushion soft.

I punched it.

I don't know if your cushions usually make an "oof" sound when they're punched but ours certainly did when I punched them. The only thing that it did was make that sound. It didn't get softer at all. So...I did it again. A littler harder just to be sure.

It did absolutely nothing at first but then it felt as if it got sucked in. I decided that this was the best it was going to get so I moved towards the side of the couch where the arm rest was. I wasn't going to lay down like this. I wanted a little support for my head.

The arm rest wasn't shaped like I thought it was supposed to be, but I ignored it. I didn't really care anyway-that unnatural arm rest was the perfect place for my head. I laid my head down on it and didn't bother noticing the fact that this "arm rest" was going up and down slightly at a fast pace. I also didn't register the fact that the bridge of my nose was touching something that was facing away from the back of the couch.

I didn't even notice that the "couch" I was laying on was Fang.

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