SO far I've gotten a lot more reviews on this fanfic, so I think I'm going to focus more on this one than anything else really. I'll continue While the Music Plays, just because I have like 8 more chapters already written for it.
And also for inerd123 Max and Fang don't know each other yet, but they will meet, there are no wings, and they have been to school but it's summer break, and they're 18, right before freshman year of college.
Fang P.O.V
Chapter 2: Heat Wave
It's too hot at Aunt Marge and Uncle Ron's. I don't think they have central heating, which makes zero sense because they live down south.
I haven't stayed in their little guest room since I was 13. There is a twin sized bed pushed up against the left wall, it has blue and black plaid coverings, my choice, straight ahead there is a circular window, letting in too much light, on the right wall, there's a huge bookshelf, filled with overly large novels and knick-knacks. There's a desk shoved in the corner, with a rolling desk chair.
I sit my laptop on the desk, and play my music. With Teeth by Nine Inch Nails starts playing and I'm suddenly laughing because my mom hates- I mean hated- this song and it's comical that I still love it.
I try to watch T.V in their living room, but they have the crappiest cable ever and all there is to watch is day time T.V, you know, the Young and the Restless and stuff, because it's the middle of the day. Marge is off at her office typing away, she's a social worker, and Ron is an accountant, so they have some money, which is enough for Slanterville.
Eventually I give up and decide to just walk somewhere with, I don't know… A/C or something reasonable.
The roads are all dusty in Slanterville, my black shoes are covered in rust colored muck, but I don't mind because I have made it to what seems to be some alternate universe. There are people with vendors' carts selling weird jewelry and stuff, and there are kids on in line skates, they look like kids out of a Hanson music video.
I can feel sweat dripping down my back, and I can feel my eyes becoming dry. I don't know what the heck is in this air, but it's going to kill me before the end of the summer.
There's a little girl. She's standing with boy who looks almost exactly like her only in boy form and taller. They both have the brightest blonde hair, hers is curly and it bounces in the wind, while his has a duck tail in the front and the words Bite me are shaved into the sides. Their eyes are bright and blue, like innocent little… Angels.
"Do you see her Gazzy?" she murmurs to him. He voice is like a tinkling bell, high and happy, like one would imagine the perfect child's.
"No. But we'll hear her." The kid called "Gazzy" snorts. I like him immediately, and I wish he was looking for me.
I walk around for a few minutes, until I see a flash of red hair and I want to duck for cover.
"Nickolas!" she squeals, and I want to shrivel. I want to melt through the floor because I can't speak to her or I will crumble. I can't think of her because she's so bright, she's so happy and there's no room for fire in my world of ice.
"H-hi Lissa." I say. I clear my throat, which is scratchy because I haven't spoken in so long. I don't want her to hear me crack.
The heat is becoming too much and it's making me dizzy, it's making my eyes cross and my stomach clench. Lissa is trying to speak to me but the heat is waving to me or there's a heat wave and I can't breathe, and my lungs are expanding too far and it hurts.
There's another girl. She's like a taller brunette version of the little angle child. She had sun streak, and her eyes are a chocolaty brown. She's so beautiful. She looks like she's freezing in the 90-degree weather. She's so cold.
Max P.O.V
I am looking for the Gasman and Ariel but I can't freaking find them. I understand that they're like 2 feet tall but couldn't they have, like, held a sign with MAXIMUM on it or something or other.
But they didn't, and I'm dizzy because it's so hot, but I can't stop looking or the heat will have beat me, and in the summer don't they say you have to beat the heat, so if I lose, I suck, right?
I'm not even thinking straight, I'm rambling, and then I see a boy. His chest is concaving in on itself and he looks almost green in the face. He's handsome, with an upturned nose and the most kissable mouth I have ever seen in my entire life. I can see his biceps in that shirt he's wearing, but he's talking to a girl with red hair and she's so pretty so I don't stand a chance.
But he's hurting so what should I do?
I don't do anything but see the Gasman and laugh because he has the words Bite Me shaved into his little 8 year old head, and that's adorable. He's adorable. The boy is still hyperventilating, and the pretty Red Head Wonder isn't saying or doing anything to help him, she's just rambling about how sorry she is.
I'm so sorry.
