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It is the 24th chapter of "The Flock: auditions" and I have come to realize, this story has reached a large number of Alerts, Favourites and Reviews, and even myself, and great amount of Favourite Authors and Author Alerts. I am truly amazed, and this is a great self-esteem booster. So, I would like to take this moment to thank you, because without you, I would have given up on this story.
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Suggestion of the second: Listening to the music that is included in the story while reading the chapter. I do this with SongFics, and I find that it makes the story better.
MaxPOV
It was Friday, and I sat talking with Sarah at our usual lunch table. I looked to her, as she was fully involved in the conversation, talking fast and not needing to take a breathe.
"... but Mr Smeether explained to me, after class on Wensday, that not only does -"
"Sarah!" interrupted Iggy as he plonked himself down on the bench across from us, lunch at hand aswell as his class books, "it's lunch, we don't talk smart at lunch,"
Sarah blushed, and looked down at her food, staying quiet from then on but smiled reassuringly at me.
Soon, more people arrived at the table, talking and laughing with each other. Fang slid in next to me, not looking anywhere near me. I nudged his side, glancing a look up at him, smiling. He looked down, face solemn, and looked away. I paused for a moment, then nudged him again. This time when he looked down, I stuck out my tongue and crossed my eyes. I heard him snort loudly, his drink going up his nose. He covered his face with his hand and we both dissolved into giggles.
Once we had settled down, I noticed everyone at the table looking in our direction. "What?" blurted Fang, mouth hanging open and eyebrows raised. I started to laugh, pushing him aside playfully as I picked up my apple and took a bite.
Everyone then turned away, shaking their head at our normal motives.
I turned to Fang, and we started to talk happily about nothing in particular.
"So," said Fang, "do you want to do something after school?" he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam look over at us at the end of the table, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, sorry Fang," I started, "I'm going... out, tonight," I said, "with Sam," I added.
He stopped chewing, "oh,"
"I'm so sorry, Fang... Maybe next time?"
"Oh, yeah... deffinately,"
We didn't speak for the rest of lunch.
Sam picked me up at exactly 6pm that night. He decided to take me to the local sushi place a few blocks away, though truthfully, sushi did not agree with me at all...
Anyway, we walked to the small corner store, entered and sat at a table. It was a single roomed resturant, with tables set out all around the room, and the kitchen in the back corner, where we could see the chefs preparing different types of Japenese dishes.
At the side of the room, and small stage was set, with a microphone stand and sound system. A large sign said 'Sushi Sing Off' hanging on the wall.
There were not many people sitting in the place, maybe a quarter of the tables were taken, but there was a lot of noise in the room, and it was hot and stuffy.
"So," started Sam sitting awkardly across from me, playing with the cutlery set out in front of him. I did not bother answering him, my attention to the tall man who had walked onto the stage, trying to get the attention of the customers.
"Good evening," he said into the mic, "tonight we are having a 'Sushi Sing Off'! We will have a few performers from the audience take part... are there any takers?" he smiled broadly, gestering toward the tables.
I looked at Sam, "you should go, Max," he said.
"Hell no," I said simply, "you,"
"What?"
"Go," I ordered. He rose his hand, looking at me questionably.
"Hey, hey!" exclaimed the man onstage, "looks like we have a guy!" there were few cheers from around the room. Sam stood up, walked to the platform and stood next the the guy.
I looked around the room, to find Gazzy and Angel at a table on the opposite side of the roon. I waved at them, and they smiled in return. I returned my gance to Sam.
He seemed to be setting up for a song. Here we go...
AngelPOV
Max seemed to be here with Sam. I didn't know they were going out...
Gazzy had convinced me to go out for dinner with him, do some catching up. To tell you the truth, I was not bothered, and I did not want to be here with Gazzy at all. He always seemed to get on my nerves lately, and he was so stressed, talking about school, the band and Mum and Dad. I did not care, I did not want to know!
Gazzy talked silently to me as I nodded my head pretending to listen. My attention was cast on Sam. God, he looks hot tonight I thought, he wore jeans and a shirt, that clung to his many muscles and sat perfectly on his body. He was setting up on stage for the 'Sushi Sing Off' thing that they have here.
"Ok," said Sam into the mic, "I'm Sam, and here is a song... Enjoy, I guess,"
I nodded at him, as Gazzy finally shut up and was watching Sam performed.
"How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
Awake my soul, awake my soul.
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker" He stopped singing and I was blown away. I did not know Sam could sing, plus I loved that song. I could not help feel as though he was singing directly to me that entire song.
"Thank you," he ended, there was a round of applause as Sam got off the stage. He walked over to his table, where Max sat waiting. They talked breifly as he sat down, Max looking as though she did not want to be here.
I watched them until they ordered, through their entire meal. Gazzy just kept talking, or we would sit in silence. I didn't really have anything to say to him.
Soon, Sam got up, heading towards the restroom. I eruptebly stood, telling Gazzy I had to pee, and followed Sam to the door that lead to the restrooms.
I acted quick, pushing Sam onto the wall on his way to the male room. His eye opened wider, slightly shocked. His started to speak, but was interrupted by me pushed my lips onto his, forcing my tongue to enter his mouth. He responded immediately, and there we stood, making out in the bathroom.
FangPOV
How is it, that it's a Friday night, and I am home alone with nothing to do? I would call people, but I'm not bothered, and I'm sure they already have plans.
I lay on my bed, wearing only sweat pants, listening to my iPod, when I had the earge to go out walking. I pulled on a shirt and walked out the front door.
I walked around town, sometimes jogging, and I was soon sweating. At one point, I passed the local sushi place, and I saw something I did not expect.
"Max? Sam?" I asked, having stopped walking and I now faced the pair. I noticed how pale Max looked as she leaned on Sam for surport.
"Max are you alright?" I said in a worried tone. I leaned down to her and stroked some of her lose strands of hair behind her ear.
"Sushi does, does not... a-agree with m-m-me, Fang," she replied miserabley.
Sam spoke up, "I'm just taking her home," he started to turn away, but I stopped him.
"I'll do it, Sam. You go have fun, it's Friday," I offered.
He look unsuringly at Max, who didn't really look as though she care, "Are you sure?" he asked me.
"Definately, go have fun,"
He handed Max over, she wrapped her long arms around me and squeezed tightly. She was so close I could smell her strawberry shampoo that she used, the strong scent wafting from her clean hair up my nosteriols. Though I felt somewhat intoxicated by this, I started walking Max the way I came.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat, "so, you and Sam..."
"There is nothing going on between Sam and I," she said simpley, slightly dazed.
"Oh," I stated, "ok, then,"
Suddenly, Max stood straighter, letting go of me, "I-i don;t f-f-feel t-too g-g-good," she covered her mouth and ran to the nearby bush, and started to puke her guts out. I stood behind her, rubbing her back and holding her hair out of her face.
It seemed to go for ages, but when she finally stopped, she somehow looked paler, and her strawberry scent was overpowered by the discusting stench of vomit.
"I-i'm s-s-so s-s-sorry, Fang," she wept, leaning against me again.
"It's fine, Max, it's fine," I assured her, "I'll take you to my place, it's closer, and you can stay there for the night, alright?" I offered, thinking it was the best decision.
"Mmhm," mumbled Max, closing her brown eyes as I guided her down the empty street.
WillPOV
"That movie was awesome," said Nudge, "I mean, seriously, the way that guy, like, killed every single last one of those solders, oh, my go, that was awesome. He must be, like, ninja, with mve like that, he may as well be,"
"He was impressive," I said, putting my input in somehow. She nodded enthusiaastically, continuing what she was saying.
It was after our movie, and we were walking with icecream cones in our hands, my free hand holding to Nudges warm one, down the empty road, not a soul in sight.
Soom, we were passing a bare wall. I smiled to myself, gently pushing Nudge against it. She stopped talking as she notice how I had trapped her.
"What are you -" I cut her off, gently placing my lips onto hers. She squealed behind them, but responding immediately.
It was a while after we stopped, continuing walking down the road. For once, Nudge didn't speak, not needing to ruin the moment that just passed between us.
We passed a dark ally to see a group of people croded around, shouting and talking.
I noticed Nudge look in, her eyes growing large, "Angel?" she exclaimed. I looked into the group of people, seeing Angel holding a slim cigerette, bringing it to her perfect, pink lips and breathing heavily into it. She rose her eyebrows at us mokingly.
It ws then I noticed how her body was pressed up against a heavily muscled guy, who was laughing and holding a lit cigerette aswell. He was holding Angel close, hand comfortabley on her butt. I looked at his face and exclaimed in a shocked voice, "Sam?"
The guy rose his head in my direction, proving my theory.
Oh, God.
There it is, chapter 24! The song Sam sung was "Awake my Soul" by Mumford & Sons... Love that song...
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