Chapter 1 – Max
I drove slowly up my mom's driveway, trying to make the least noise possible so not to give myself away. We'd agreed that I would leave for the conference tomorrow with my mum and dad, but El and Manney didn't know I was coming yet. As you already know, Ella is my little half sister who's two years younger than me, but I guess you don't know who Manney is. Emmanuel (Manney for short) was my four year old baby brother, the aftermath of my mom and dads wedding. Yeah, my parents were married and we were a real family now, but how they have the energy to look after Manney is beyond me seeing as I can't even with my mutant stamina. I grinned and slid out of my car, then headed for the door, which was smacked open before I could even reach halfway.
"Max!" Came two screams as I was barrelled to the floor, Ella clinging to my neck and Manney clinging to my legs, all I could do was laugh.
"Jeez, can't I at least get to the door before you guys attack me? Ella, I like breathing you know." And with that, they detached themselves and dragged me through the front door, where the smell of steaming hot food and freshly baked cookies filled the air, and I was greeted with the smiling faces of my parents. My mom was first to give me a hug and I clung onto gently;
"Welcome home Max" those words felt like the nicest ones I'd ever heard, it was true I hadn't really been visiting over these past few years.
"It's good to be home" I murmured, giving her another squeeze before pulling away to look at my grinning dad.
"Wow. You left a stubborn girl and came back an even more stubborn woman; I don't know which is worse." I rolled my eyes but grinned back, eyeing his pot belly;
"I left mum a fat man and I return to a fatter man, I know for a fact that's worst" I walked over to give him a hug as well.
"Excuse me, this isn't fat, this is insulation" I couldn't help but giggle as I pulled away. This was what I always wanted, one of those happy family scenes you'd always see on TV, and now I couldn't be more happy that I have one to call my own. But... why does something feel missing?
I kissed Manney goodnight as I tucked him in, before heading back to my newly done room. I knew they were having the place renovated, but I didn't know it would turn out like this. According to Ella, the whole back wall of the house was knocked down so they could do a super extension. My room was now big enough for a queen size bed, and en suite bathroom to myself, to which I was thankful since every time I came here my shampoo always just happened to go missing after Ella left the shower.
Though, I could tell something was wrong as I slipped into my bed and switched off my side lamp. I looked out of my window, using my advanced sight to see if anything was out there, but I just shook off the feeling and turned in my bed. My head was full of thoughts for tomorrow. What would the Flock look like after five years? Would Nudge still have her trademark motor mouth? Would Angel have used her mind control to get her way with her parents? Would Gazzy be able to control the gasses constantly escaping his rear end? I chuckled at that one. Would Iggy's sight have got any better over the years? Would Fang... I stopped the trail of thought and turned again in my bed, he was probably the one I wanted to see most and least at the moment. I don't know what I should do if I see him; a part of me wants to apologize and not keeping contact for the last five years. But then, the other part – the bigger one - is so reluctant to tell him, because I'm scared to hear his reply. Will he still hate me after all this time? I couldn't blame him for it; he always there for me when I needed him, but that one time he wanted me there I got angry and left. And yeah, I was kind of jealous of the attention Brigid-The-Red-Head-Wonder was getting at the time, but looking back I can see there was never a need to.
Looking back, I can see those moments Nudge would always tease me about. How he was always the first one to calm me down when I was angry, or the first one to wrap his arms around me when I was hurt, and how no matter what I did he was always there for me... looking back I can see how dumb I was to leave. Now, I don't even know what he looks like, because after I left I ignored all the phone calls and all the emails. I was too scared to face him, and now I'm terrified about tomorrow. I could feel the tears well up and run down my face, it was times like these I missed them most. When I was alone in the UK and homesickness hit, it was always him who I wished was there to hug me and wipe away my tears. Not my mom, or anyone else in the Flock, him. And why was this you ask.
Because I loved him. I still love him.
And it tears me apart everyday.
Hope you guyz like Chapter 1! ^-^