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Max P.O.V
Chapter 3: Car
Aunt Val and Uncle Jeb are so nice. Their kids, Zephyr and Ariel, are the two sweetest beings on the freaking planet, and I wish I really was one of their kids.
Their house is big, like a ranch, with a large brown wrap around porch and two big fat pillars out front. There is a brown balcony facing the front also, it's the master suite, which is really like the size of the average kitchen and dining room combined.
Ariel's room in princess themed, all pink and fluff, no rough edges or sharpness what so ever. Zephyr's such a nerd, his room is Star Wars themed, his ceiling a dark blue with stars and planet painted realistically and accurately to the movie.
The room I'll be staying in is ocean themed, probably because Aunt Val absolutely loves the beach, because she never really got to go as a child. Two walls are light blue, and the other two are this pretty sea green. The bed frame is that cool bleached wood you always see, it looks like it was really bleached by salt, and it's "tied" together with rope. The desk in the corner is made of the same material, and there's a blue cloth over it. The windows have white curtains, and there are cool lights hanging there, like at beach parties, and the room itself is just totally rad.
"I hope you'll like it hear Maxie. I know the only reason your mama sent you here was to 'cure' you but I hope you'll still have fun." Uncle Jeb says. I'm in the kitchen, fixing a PB&J. His blue eyes are swimming. He's my mom's brother, and they look so much alike it's weird. His salt and pepper hair is sticking up, like he just rolled out of bed, but he's been my favorite uncle long enough for me to know that his hair always looks like that.
"Thanks Jeb. I hope I do too. The room Val set up for me is amazing. I feel SoCal." I laugh and he does too. Showing off his dimple on that all American Boy face of his.
"She worked so hard on it, I'll tell her when she gets in from the clinic. But… she was suggesting that you volunteer at the Children's Theater down the street. Just because she knows how much you love acting… I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, but I personally think it would be a good idea, and so does Jenna." He's nervous, so nervous that he called mom Jenna to my face. He usually says "your mama" just because I always call her Jenna to everyone else.
"Don't worry, I wanna do it. Sounds like fun." I say. Because it does, it sounds like the best summer job to have in the world, and last summer, my grades were good enough to work at an aquarium and get paid to swim with dolphins. Freaking amazing.
"The program officially starts tomorrow. You can check out the theater today though, if you like. Our neighbors, the Rides, have a son your age, he's going to be playing the piano there, he could drive you."
"Um. Okay?" I say, just to get Jeb out of my way. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but I kinda want to eat in piece. And think about how uncomfortable it's going to be, running off of two hours of sleep, in the car with some kid.
I walk upstairs, trying not to look at the pictures on the wall.
In the shower, I keep my eyes closed, because the water vapor moves in tendrils, and they try to choke me everyday. I wonder what I did to deserve this. At one point, the water becomes bold and tries to invade my lungs, and I want to scream, but I don't want to wake the kids.
I dress quickly, letting my hair air-dry. The black tank top I'm wearing complimented my figure and before the Woman I probably would've said that I looked cute.
I swipe of some eyeliner and mascara, trying to look presentable. The shorts I am wearing aren't too short, but they show off my long tan legs. Boys used to say that my legs were my best feature. My papa says that they're ten miles long and nothing but smooth sailing. I used to laugh and smile with him. And no every time I look at him, I notice that his eyes are the same shape as the Woman and I panic.
By the time I walk out of the room and go downstairs, Ariel and Zephyr are sitting at the table munching on cereal and toast. Ariel's beautiful Shirley Temple curls are bouncing as she laughs at his face.
"Gazzy, stop my sides!" she giggles. His bright blue eyes shine and I can tell he loves her.
"Hi you guys." I say and kiss Ariel on the forehead. She smiles up at me and Zephyr gives me a high five. I grab my bag and hoodie.
It is blistering hot outside. The sun hurts my eyes, but I don't mind, the pain is welcome.
Fang P.O.V
"Just take the girl to the theater would ya Nickolas?" Aunt Marge says. I roll my eyes and sigh.
"I guess." I mutter, shoving more Frosted Flakes into my mouth.
"Oh, and Nudge is at the airport, so hurry so you can pick her up also."
"Isn't this Max girl waiting?" I ask, and Marge scoffs.
"Jeb said to just take her with you." I shrug and drink the sugary milk.
I brush my teeth quickly, shower, and get dressed. I decide I need to make a good impression and change into some black Dickies and a black Polo shirt. When Marge said I had a summer job already set up for me, I didn't realize that I'd be playing the piano for a bunch of snot nosed brats.
I walk outside, my headphones in my ears, My Chemical Romance is singing about teenagers and I bob my head slightly to the beat. I make sure to keep myself from smiling and just press my lips together, making my perfect I'm so bored look.
The Batchelders' looks like an old time ranch, and the children that live there are so lucky. Marge and Ron's house is a 'Victorian restoration' that truly looks like it could've been built in the Victorian era, it's so old. Marge says I just think that because I'm a city boy, but I think anyone would think that.
A girl with brown-blonde hair walks out of the Batchelders' house, she has on shorts that show off her 10 mile long legs, and a tank top that shows of the slight muscle build in her tan arms. She has on black Vans and I admire her style. She's got a messenger bag slung across her chest and there's a black hoodie hanging out of it. I can hear change jingling in the bag and she's already seeming familiar.
The sunglasses on her face obscure her eyes, but I can see her eyebrows raise as she sees me. I give a wave and speed up my pace, because she stops walking all together.
"Are you… Nickolas?" she asks. Her voice is louder than I am used to, but I pause my music anyway and nod, trying not to shrink away from her.
"Max?" I say. She sucks in a breath through her teeth and nods. I jerk my head in the direction of my car, and she follows me. I feel like I am in the scene of a movie, I feel like a song should be playing like… something by the Temper Trap… I don't know why.
Once we get into the car, I plug in my iPod, and My Chemical Romance comes screaming, they are not okay, and I know how they feel, but I turn the volume down anyway so she doesn't feel uncomfortable.
I know how I must look to her, totally badass, and stuff. My pierced ears, my black clothes and combat boots. I might scare her, why didn't I think of that before I got into the car?
We pull up to the theater. I remember this place from when I was a kid.
My mother used to glow here.
