Wow...I haven't updated in a while.....sorry about that. Personally, I really don't like this chapter. I was actually really disgusted about how it came out, but whatever, the next chapter will be mucho better, I PROMISE! Again, SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED AND SORRY IT"S SO SHORT!!!!!!!!!
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FPOV
"What the heck? Is that woman CRAZY???"
"Why is Jeb even here anyway?"
"Hey, where's Max?"
"Yeah, shouldn't she be back by now?"
"Umm, maybe we should go back downstairs. The bomb we set under the table might explode if someone touches it by accident…"
"No way are we going down there- "
"YOU SET A BOMB????!!!! IN MAX'S MOM'S HOUSE?"
"Geez you idiots. We don't want to be kicked out of here too!!"
"Hey! That stink bomb in that diner was an accident!"
"No it wasn't, Ig, you said that- mmmph."
"Shut up Gazzy. It was an accident."
"Right. Sorry."
"Yeah, sure, you guys. Look, I want to go back to painting. Max can handle this when she gets back okay?"
"Ya."
"Yeah, alright."
"Fine."
"Good plan."
I didn't say a word the entire time.
Everyone filed out of the room, leaving me alone.
I sighed and returned across the hall back to Max's room, perching on the windowsill once again. (And for the record, I was only in there because it had a view of the front yard, whereas my room faced the backyard. No other reason.)
My eyes scanned the bright blue sky once again.
It was a sunny day and the air was sweet. I chuckled to myself, remembering how the Sesame Street song went.
Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street
Come and play
Everything's A-OK
Friendly neighbors there
That's where we meet
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street
It's a magic carpet ride
Every door will open wide
To Happy people like you--
Happy people like
What a beautiful
Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame street...
I couldn't believe that I still remembered that song. Of all the silly preschool shows that Angel and Gazzy watched at the E-house, it had always been Max's favorite. Okay, well, she didn't like it exactly, but at least she approved of it.
I smiled, remembering the first time we had ever seen a television. All six of us were in such awe of the amazing magic picture box. All six pairs of eyes were glued to that screen for the better part of three weeks. And wow, had I been brain dead for a few days after that.
I looked at my watch.
Holy pizzas! Had it really been three hours already?
WHERE IN THE WORLD WAS MAX!!!!
MPOV
Okay, honestly, it wasn't until I looked at my watch that I realized that I had been gone for so long.
Crap, I thought. Fang was going to be soooo mad at me. I mean, I'd been gone for a freaking three and a half hours!!!
Who knew time could pass so quickly while your wallowing in self pity....
I took a shaky breath and jumped into the air, spreading my wings. I quickly fell into the familiar rhythm of flying and blasted into warp drive, heading west back towards the house. I figured I'd be there in about ten minutes.
Suddenly pain shot up my back and I almost fell out of the air. Dang it, I had forgotten about the burn. I reluctantly pulled out of my speedy-gonzalas and moved my wings slower, trying not to move my back (which is pretty hard to do when you need to fly).
I sighed. Who knows how long it would take now.
FPOV
Max came zooming at me. Literally.
She came aimed straight at the window, almost like she didn't even see me there. I barely got out of the way in time to see Max land inside her room.
After I deciphered that she was more or less in one piece, I was pretty darn angry.
"Where have you been, Max?!" There was an edge to my tone, making her almost flinch back.
But of course she had been expecting it. However, I wasn't prepared to her reaction...or rather, lack of reaction.
She bit her lip and frowned a little, as if maybe holding back from saying something. And she wouldn't look at me. Max just looked at the window, uncertainty and calculating worry in her deep brown eyes.
Finally, she spoke.
"Sorry, Fang," her voice uncharacteristically soft, "I just...needed some time to think, that's all." Max smiled weakly up at me. Her face was the image of that six year old little girl with the ice cream cone, smiling without real joy.
This time I saw right through it.
