MPOV
I flew off all of the morning's events. Which, now that I thought about it, only lasted about five minutes. I sighed and let the cool wind calm me down. I let the adrenaline coursing through my veins just leak out into oblivion. Ah, that was better, I focused just on breathing, the steady rhythm of the air going in and out. So calming, I could almost-
"MAX!!!!!!!!!" So much for calm. I was thrown out of my reverie, flailing to stay upright. I let my breathing calm back down before turning to her.
"Jeez Nudge, what is it?"
"Can we have Mickey D's for breakfast? I want, like two things of pancakes. Oooh!!!! And those hash brown things, you know, the ones with the fried potatoes. It's kinda like French fries, but yummier. Oh! Do they have apple tarts here? That would be, like soooooooo cool!!! Those things are AMAZIIIINNNNGGG!!!!" Nudge said, singing on the last word.
I looked down. We had been flying for about two minutes and we were passing over a small town somewhere to the north of Mom's- my- house. Hmmm… where to go, where to go… Then I saw it, the pride of the fast food industry.
"Okay! McDonalds it is!" I turned down slightly to dive and felt the others doing the same around me.
hehe. i love those lines!
FPOV
We walked into the greasy fast food joint and immediately I was overpowered with the stench of, well, grease and fast food. I tried not to breathe in too deeply. Max had gone with Nudge and Angel to order already, leaving me with Gazzy and Iggy who were tactfully staying out of her way.
"So, uh, Fang?" I looked down to see the Gasman tugging on my shirt. I nodded to him.
"Can I have two milkshakes? And, like, two things of eggs? And three cheeseburgers? Is that okay?" Gazzy looked at me anxiously. How was I supposed to know what was okay or not? That was Max's job. Why was he asking me?
But Max was still mad at Iggy and Gazzy, so now it was my job to keep them happy. Whoopdeedoo. I walked up to the line to order, the two boys flanking me. After a few minutes, I saw Max and the others leave the line with their food, about three spots ahead of me. Nudge and Angel went to get a table and Max headed off somewhere to get the drinks.
I watched Max from my place in line as her golden ringlets of hair fell across her face. She blew them away absentmindedly, filling the cups to the brim with soda. As she finished getting the straws, a little girl tugged the hem of Max's jacket. She was about five years old, by the looks of it, her blue and white-spotted dress bouncing as she walked. Her blond hair, more of a pastelly color than Angel's was tied back with ribbons into two little pigtails.
I have to admit, she was pretty cute.
Max instantly tensed. I could almost hear her mentally reviewing escape routes, finding all the exits, making sure we were all there out of habit, all in the split second it took for her to look down. Max's face instantly softened when she saw the adorable little girl, smiling endearingly up at her. In fact, Max even let a smile touch her own face as she bent down to say hi.
They talked briefly, though there was too much noise around me to make out what they said. All was going well until, all at once, a look of pure shock and disbelief crossed Max's face and the little girl had to leave. Max ran off to the bathroom, leaving me wondering what the heck that brown eyed child had told her.
"Next!"
MPOV
"Hewo there," said a cute little voice out of nowhere. I looked down to find a cute little girl pulling on the hem of my jacket. She was maybe four or five years old, standing only a little taller that my knees. I bent down to be more level with her, looking into her deep, brown eyes, sparkling with animation.
"My name is Karissity. What's yours?" I was a little startled by this question. Who is she working for? Are there more of them? Here? My thoughts of embellishment were completely erased when I looked back into her innocent eyes. Of course not. She was just a cute little girl with a bit of curiosity. What do I have to worry?
"My name is Max. You have a very pretty name, Karissity." I smiled at her. She was so sweet.
"Thank you, Macks. I realwy wike my name. I'm named after my gwandmother," she said endearingly. We talked for a few minutes about her cat and her kindergarten class and how she couldn't find the chocolate milk this morning.
Karissity looked around the small eatery.
"Oh! There's my mudder (mother) ! I think I hafta go soon." Then she cocked her head to the side and looked at me strangely. "Oh yeah, I almost fowgot why I came over. I was wondering why you had a black tattoo on the back of your neck?"
Black tattoo?
Black tattoo....
ANGELS FROM HELL BLACK TATTOO!!!!!!!!!!!
No, no, no. NonononononoNO!!!!!!! It couldn't be. Black tattoo. Back of my neck. We all knew what that meant. My expiration date.
I felt my heart start to race, the panic inside of me growing. Gotta stay calm. Just breathe. Breeeaaaaaathe.
In.......
Out.......
In.......
Out.......
Okay. That's better. I let my heart calm down, trying to keep from hyperventilating. Just then Karissity skipped away with a little 'bye' that barely registered in my head, not knowing what she had just done to me.
I let out a breathe. I had to see this for myself.
I sprinted for the bathroom...
