Okay, next chapter, I'm getting good at this whole updating regularly thing. I think if I just start the next chapter as soon as I'm done with one, I'll already be in the mood to write and it'll be easier. And in the last chapter, Max thought the sun was burning her eyes, but she was really wearing sunglasses. Part of her PTSD. I know PTSD is a little more intense than little things like that, but I'm trying to figure out how to write it into the story. Also:
Angel (Ariel): 8
The Gasman: 10
Nudge/Ella: 17
Fang/Max/Iggy: 18
Sam/Dylan/Lissa: 19
Please, please review!
Nudge P.O.V
Chapter 4: Killer
I think Fang forgot me. I don't know if he still likes to be called Fang though, because Marge always calls him Nickolas and I don't hear any objections in the background.
But, anyway, here I am, sitting at the freaking airport, in shorts and a tank top that were comfortable enough for flying, but I feel stupid because I bet you can see the sun block melting on my mocha skin, and my curls fell and they're frizzy, and I hate this freaking country heat. The roaches down here freaking fly. At least in New York, the cockroaches are normal.
There is a man standing next to a pillar, smoking a cigarette, he has on sunglasses, and he's waiting for a cabbie to put his suitcases into the trunk. He has beautiful hair, reddish-blonde, and pale skin. The way he holds the cigarette in his hand in provocative, his long, slender forefinger and middle finger are pinching.
The more I look at him the more he looks like a bad boy. He has piercings on both ears, and a lips ring. He is wearing dark skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt that advertises Target. I wonder where the hell he got it.
Suddenly, he looks at me.
"Nudge?"
Fang P.O.V
"NICKOLAS!" Marge screams into the phone. Max and I have just pulled up to the theater.
"Aunt Marge." I sigh.
"Nude just called-!"
"Oh shit!" I sigh, and press down on the gas again. I slam my phone shut, and rush towards the highway. The airport in such a small town is only about 40 minutes away.
The girl, Max's eyes widen and she hangs onto the door of my Mustang like she might die. She may. With me, panicking, thinking of my adoptive sister being raped by some creeper guy in an airport, and driving at about 89.9 miles an hour, she just might get killed.
My phone rings suddenly, and I sigh, annoyed. I need a ciggie. The itch is freaking killing me. I feel like I can see right through my pocket, the box is burning my skin.
"What?" I bark. Who ever it is slightly stunned because it takes a second for them to answer.
"Are you on your way? Iggy's here, he offered to pay for a cab for me if you're not." Nudge says. Her voice is smooth, but I can tell she's annoyed.
"I'm almost there." Not. I've got about 30 minutes left.
"So what, a half hour." She says, a smile in her voice.
"Yep. Iggy's there?"
"Yeah. He said that he was coming to bust you outta Slanterkill. I told him it's Slanterville, but he won't listen."
"He's making a joke, Nudge." I chuckle, and I hear her go oh.
She says bye, and hangs up, and I try to speed up when finally.
"You should slow down." Max says.
"No I should speed up, but I won't." I say, keeping my eyes straight forward and allowing myself a small smirk.
"But we really are almost there."
"We've got like 30 minutes left of the drive."
"No turn…" she pauses, "Here" She points to the left, and I do turn.
We arrive at the airport a good 5 minutes later.
"Thanks." I smirk, and look at her properly. Her chocolate eyes have a little blue in them, oddly enough, and I think it's incredible. She's taken off her shades and it staring intently back at me. I don't think I can take her scrutiny, but I pretend that I'm fine. I let this arrogant feeling overcome me. I shove Nickolas away and let Fang appear.
"Killer lips. Deadly legs." I smirk, and hop out of the car. I hear her scoff before I slam my door.
Max P.O.V
His hair is as dark as a raven's wing, his eyes a burning brown, tinged with gold, he's freaking obnoxious.
The whole time he's driving there are trees and they are grabbing at me, their limbs cutting my skin and gouging my eyes. The pain is so intense that I have no voice and I cannot function. He doesn't even ask what's wrong.
Before he'd turned into a maniac we were peacefully listening to My Chemical Romance, and I marveled at how awesome they were. I really only knew the song Teenagers before the car ride. I'm more of an alt rock kind of girl.
We pull up at the airport and there are very few people out, probably because it's the Slanterville County Airport, and the town is too small to make it onto a freaking map…
The most noticeable is a boy, about our age… I think. He is incredibly tall, and thin, but the muscles in his arms are totally there. He has strawberry blonde hair, and there are aviator glasses resting on his hair, so that you can see his startling blue eyes. He has a lip ring. That's the first thing I see, and he's stomping out a cigarette.
"Nickolas! You're late, but earlier than I though you'd be!" a girl squeals. She's got the smoothest mocha skin I've ever seen, and she's practically glowing. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, and she looks so sleepy. She looks like a model.
She stands up, she had been sitting on a big pink Gucci suitcase, and she is nearly my height, and I'm 5' 8". Nickolas hugs her around the waist tightly and they spin in a circle happily. I get out of the car and rest on the door, crossing my ankles and brushing my hair behind my ear. I adjust my sunglasses. I don't remember bringing them, but here they are, and the boy with the lips ring looks over at me. A slight smirk pulling at his lips.
"Who, may I ask, are you?" he says. The boots he is wearing seem heavy.
"You may not ask. Sorry." I deadpan. He raises an eyebrow. I notice Nickolas is looking at us walking over to put Nudge's suitcase in the trunk.
"Um, that's my best friend. Iggy." He points to the boy in front of me.
"Oh?" I say, intrigued.
"Now, Fang, what's this doll's name?" Iggy asks.
"Maximum Ride. Call me Max." I say.
Fang, Iggy, Nudge and I ride home, listening to Nudge chatter the whole time. I wonder why Nickolas didn't tell me he preferred the name Fang. I would've called him that.
I think everyone goes into shock when Fiona Apple starts playing from Fang's iPod.
Iggy bursts out laughing, Nudge stops talking, the smirk on Fang's face falls. I begin to sing.
Once the song is over, I settle back down into my seat.
"See, the ladies love it Ig." Fang says, and I sigh.
He's such a lady killer.
Right.
