Busy busy busy bussiness! Uuugggghhhh...
Sorry for the wait.
and sorry that it's so short...I have a tiny writers block, so I'm looking for inspiration.
I'm not sure how it happened, but we ended up at Fang's house after school.
At first I wasn't sure how I liked these people, but now I made up my mind that they are quite awesome. Iggy likes to joke around, and is a pyro. Jordan is..some people might call her awkward, some might call her adorkable. She's into Harry Potter and nerdy stuff, and is probably the biggest nerd I met. But she's also very sarcastic and over anaylizes things. Fang is...well, he said five words since we got to his house. But he's pretty cool.
I learned that Fang's mother is infamous for writing young-adult books. I actually own one of her books; it's one of my favorites. I didn't get to meet her, though. She was working in her office. He has the cutest little sister! Her name is Angel, she's four years old and has curly hair and bright blue eyes. I just love her to death! Her and Fang look nothing a like, so I wondered if she was adopted. When I asked Fang about this, he just said that she looked like her mother; her blond hair will turn brown when she gets older.
I learned that they all have nicknames for each other. Fang's real name is Nick, and Iggy's real name is James. They call Jordan Riv because she always said she loves the name River. Soon it got shortened to Riv. They asked me what my nickname would be, and I said that it would be Max, because my real name is Maximum.
I had a lot of fun...more fun then I had in a long time. I think they kind of excepted me into their little circle for friends...I don't know if it's a relief or not. On one hand: I have friends who like me and who are awesome. One the other hand: They might find out about my '"life style" and interveine. They might call the cops, which is the last thing I want to happen.
Men in blue won't stop Robert. He's determind. If they arrested him, he'll find me. If I runaway, he'll find me...if he dies, he'll come back to life and find me...then die to get rid of the evidence. He'll kill me, and the people I care about.
Ahhh, the joys of life.
We didn't do much except for do our homework and watch T.V, but it was really fun.
But the most interesting part was when Iggy and Riv went home, and I was about to do the same.
Fang and I were on his front porch. I was about to go home before he asked me to dinner tomorrow.
Fang.
Hot guy.
The one I've been some-what checking out in school.
The one I've finally excepted I had a small crush on.
Asked me out.
Me out.
So of course I said yes. I didn't even think about it until now.
I couldn't let myself get to close to him. He'll find out about my life, and then he'll be in danger. Or he'll just bale, not wanting anything to do with it, or deciding that I'm to broken.
Nevertheless, I'm Uber excited.
Fang's POV
Fang watched Max out of the cornor of his eye, while she sat down next to him on the coush laughing at something Iggy said. Whisps of hair fell infront of her smiling face, getting caught in her dark eye lashes.
She was pretty; there was no dening that. But he though Riv was pretty, too, and there's no feelings there besides friendship. Max was...something else. She had caught his eye from the day she started school, but now that he got ot know her...he wasn't sure. But there's one way he could find out.
Max's POV
When I entered the house after Fang asked me out, my face turned from happy and dazed to scared. I've been gone for two hours more then when I said I'd get home. I didn't tell Robert I'd would be gone.
Hoping he is asleep or not home, I quickly walked up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. Panic struck me when I saw him comming down the stairs when I reached the middle step.
He didn't say anything, appearently hungover, just shoved me against the wall hard. I lost my balance, and fell down on my butt four stairs down.
Robert walked next to me, down the stairs, not giving me a second glance. My head throbbed and my leg, twisted at an odd angle, ached. It wasn't broken, I can be sure of that. It was pressed up against the wall, and I was almost sitting on it.
Tears of embaressment, anger, and pain struck my eyes. I bit my lip to stop myself from yelling out as I slowling pushed my self up into standing position. As soon as the pain in my ankle ebbed away, I started limping upstairs, into my room.
Once I got into my room, I closed the door and sat down on my bed. I pulled up my pant leg to examind my anckle. There was a long, think red mark on it where it got pressed into the edge of the step. It'll turn into a bruis in not long.
I stumbled into my bethroom, closing the door, to add three more cuts on my upper arm.
Oh, the ANGST! Sorry, I had too much cold meds.
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