Heyyyyyyy guys! So I got some good band names from you guys and some that I came up like 5 minutes ago:
Misfortunate Us
Gold Onyx
Desperate Encounter
Domesticated
Dead End Phone Call
Un-Normal Normality
Finite State of Mind
Airwaves
Hybrids
Intoxicated
Private Property
Scheduled
All Ages
Almost Extinct
Crawling Misery
We Are Lost And Found
Asymmetrical Garbage
REVIEW WHICH ONE YOU LIKE BEST! AND IF YOU HAVE ONE, REVIEW THAT ONE! The chapter after this one will reveal the *cue pink panther music* BAND NAME. :D So yea please do me that simple favor.
Ch 7: Can't a Guy Dream
Max's P.O.V.
Okay, its been 168 hours since I last saw my songbook. Which means its been a week. I know what your all thinking, 'how the hell did I know there's 168 hours in a week?'
Its 'cause I'm going crazy. Without my songbook I go crazy, and when I go 'crazy' my brain goes on hyper drive, so I tend to be more alert. So I get…..smarter.
I need to write songs, I already wrote a new one on regular paper. It doesn't have the same flavor as my songbook.
~[*]~
Its Tuesday, still another day without little ol' red.
"Max, you ready to go?" Ella asked.
"Yup, yea, lets go." I said, a little to excited.
"Uh, Max, are you doing…alright?
"Yea, peachy. Oh, its 6:50, we have to go, ha, ha, ha."
"Did you drink a cappuccino? You know those make you hyper."
"Huh? Yea. Mom made one for me by mistake."
"Ok well try to calm down."
"Mhm, ok."
~In Homeroom~
I walk in and went straight to my seat.
I was a little jumpy in my seat.
Then this random kid came up to me, I think his name was...Josh?
Well he looked like a Josh, so I'll just call him that.
"Hey Max, you doing alright, you seem a little...excited." Josh asked, eyeing me.
"Yea...had a little bit to much coffee this morning Josh." I replied.
"Josh? Er, thats not my name, its Sam, Sam Cooper." he said putting his hand out as if asking for me to shake.
I shook it. A little to ruff, in my opinion, 'cause he winced. Oops, my bad.
"Nice to meet you, and um, how'd you know my name?"
He blushed a bright tomato red.
"N-no reason." he stuttered rather cutely.
"Ok." I replied with a small smile. But I have to ask myself something, why am I smiling at a complete stranger, as if asking to be raped? Do any of you guys see the problem in this situation?
"Well, i'm gonna go back to my seat. Get better Max, calm down ok?" he joked.
"Ha, fine, I'll try considering its me we're talking about."
Then the bell rang. Hm, where are Fang and Iggy, whatever I'll probably see Fang in Music later.
But Iggy, I only have English and Math with him, which are my last periods.
Ok, sorry for no telling you guys, but I go to all my periods in one day.
My schedule:
1st: World History
2nd: Art
3rd: Physical Science
4th: Spanish
5th: Music
6th: English
7th: Math
So there you have it, my schedule. :D
~[*]~
I walk into 1st period, but I don't have this class with Fang or Iggy, so I'm just gonna have to be patient.
That's easy, patient is my middle name, well actually its Audrey, but let it be patient for the time being.
-45 seconds later-
OMG, when is this class gonna be over, I've grown old and had 40 kids!
I just wanna crawl in a hole and die!
At least I have my stuff for next period, so i dont have to go by my locker.
Fang's P.O.V.
So currently, the gang and I are in the hallway separated like ninjas.
Angel's taking care of the north hall, Iggy on south, Gazzy in the bathroom, doing god know what and Nudge distracting the security guards from walking through this part.
I have a flyer Nudge made for our next gig in my back pocket, folded.
We were all ready to tell Max, we trusted her and I hope she trusts us to.
I'm walking, most people would say tip toeing but my step are silent, so...I'm walking. I'm halfway to her locker ready to put the flyer in when. The. Bell. Rings.
Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiing!
They all gave me horrified looks, saying, 'Boi move yo' ass faster, chip chop, we ain't go all day for this crap!'.
The halls flood with children. Damn, Max better not come to her locker, we trying to do this like ninjas, if she comes and sees us, the jig is up.
I'm at her locker about to stick the flyer in. When this dumb ass rams into me.
I hissed in pain.
Damn, this girl better be grateful to find out about us. 'Cause I cant take the pain of being rammed by a total stranger here.
Then Gazzy came to the rescue and took the flyer and stuffed it in the locker.
The halls cleared quickly, we got lucky Max didn't come by.
"Damn Fang, way to be ninja like." Angel joked, in my opinion that was kinda mean.
"Yea, we all skipped first period to do this, and now we gonna be late to 2nd. I can't be late, that doesn't look good on a fashionista like me!" Nudge yelled.
"'Ey, we should probably go to class, before we get into huge trouble." Iggy said.
Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel went to class.
I just sat there on the floor being silent, almost as if I were invisible.
"Hey blacky, get up get to class." Iggy said.
"Fine." there goes my me-being-invisible-like-almost-ninja-like thingy.
Cant a guy dream.