EDITED*
Hey guys! Here's chapter 14. I apologize if Max and Fang didn't act like kindergarteners. First one to friend me on Facebook was puckabrina-FAXfan! She got it early! Though, I do apologize for not telling you the name. It's Dragonpurple Pearl.
TMI thank you for beta-ing
Don't own Maximum Ride or star wars.
Fang- Is this the big one?
Dragon- Yes it is.
Pearl- I can't wait! THE BIG ONE THE ONE THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING! THE-
Fang-We get it. Dragon doesn't own Maximum Ride, just this plot and Pearl. And her Facebook page that no one is liking or anything. She's quite pissed.
Wednesday- two days until end of school.
Fang's POV
I Babysat Gazzy today. Max babysits Angel and Gazzy, but apparently, Gazzy wanted some guy time. So we played video games and ate. A lot.
"Fang?" Gazzy gave me the puppy dog eyes. "Can we play with your old star wars action figures?"
I sighed. "Sure." I ruffled Gazzy's hair. "You stay here and I'll go get them. Do not blow anything up." I ordered. Dude was like some kind of pyromaniac, second to Iggy.
Gazzy grinned. "No promises." he then laughed an evil laugh, only to start coughing after a few mwa hahas
I trudged up the stairs and into his room. As i was getting the box of figures, I noticed a glint of something shiny. I frowned and bent to pick it up. It was the bracelet Lissa had taken. I guessed she had given it back to Max and Max had put it here. I hadn't opened it in years. I forgot what was in it so, to remember, I opened it.
It was Fang's birthday. It was painting in kindergarten and everyone was seated at round tables. "Fang!" a girl, wait, it was Max, hissed.
Fang turned as a piece of balled up paper hit his head. Max had thrown him a note.
"No note passing!" Fang hissed back.
Max rolled her eyes. "Just read it!" she whispered loudly the way all kindergarteners do.
Fang carefully unfolded the piece of paper. It read, "Mi howse aftr skool. meeet me in mi room." for those you have no clue what that said, it said, "My house after school. Meet me in my room."
Fang scribbled an ok and chucked it back at Max it landed at her feet and she swooped down to pick it up. She read it and smiled, her front two teeth missing.
Line break.
"What did ya want?" Fang asked as he carefully climbed over his balcony.
"To give you your present!" Max presented Fang with a hastily gift wrapped present. He opened it and gasped out loud. It was a black rock, the same shade as his eyes.
"Thanks Maxi, you're the bestest friend ever!"
My hands shook as I put down the yellowed with age note. I numbly reached for another note before my brain could process the memory.
A girl Fang had realized was Max skipped over to him.
"Fang? Can I talk to you?" she shyly asked.
Fang shrugged. "Yeah sure."
They walked over to the tree house in the yard. Max climbed up first and then Fang. They sat in the little plastic chairs in silence, until Fang asked, "What did you want to tell me?"
Max took a deep breath. "I'm scared. Grade one is starting tomorrow. It's a new school and-and-"
"And?" Fang pushed.
"What if we aren't friends anymore?" Max asked in a rush.
Fang was silent. "We always will Max. And if we don't, um, Iggy's a good friend?"
Max laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."
Fang went on. "Here, I'll sign something. He got out a piece of paper from one of the drawers and a crayon. He scribbled something.
"Here." He handed the paper to Max. She read it over and smiled. "Thanks friend." she hugged him.
I read the paper. Maxi, we will always be friends. Always. Then there was a scrawled signature. Fang. I wondered how I got it. I picked up another, but it was different. The i's we're dotted with hearts and though musty, the paper had the smell of cherries. I read it.
"Fang?" A red head smiled shyly. She passed him a piece of paper when he looked up.
Fang looked at her and she blushed then ran away.
Fang. I really like you. But so does someone else. At lunch, I'll tell you.
Fang already knew he liked her. She liked to chase him around the playground a recess and she giggled every time he made eye contact with her. Her lips were always coated in cherry lipgloss and the smell kind of annoyed him,
She was Max's other best friend, her only friend that was a girl. Other than Ella, but she was her sister. He really wanted to know who this other person was, so he made up his mind to see her at lunch. He didn't want to make her mad, besides, they were friends-ish. Okay not at all, but a friend of Max's should be a friend of his.
Lunch
When Fang went over to Lissa after eating his ham sandwich his mother had lovingly made for him, he expected her to drag him off to somewhere private. But she didn't do that.
"Everyone!" Lissa climbed on top of her desk. The whole classroom went silent. Fang wondered what the h e double toothpick was happening.
"Someone in here has a crush on Fangy!" Fang blushed and turned to Max to ask her if they could leave. But Max was frozen and pale, her chocolate chip cookie had fallen from her hand and onto her desk.
Fangs classmates grumbled. "That's old news Lissa!" and, "we know you like him, let us eat!" rang from around the room.
Lissa smiled sweetly. "But it's not me. Well, I do, but I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about Max."
The class was quiet. And poor Max looked like she wished she could die by wolf dude. Or be somewhere else, anywhere else like Antarctica.
"Well Fang? Don't believe me?" Lissa raised an eyebrow.
"No." He said. "We're best friends!"
"Max. Kiss him." Lissa ordered. "Or I'll tell everyone what we talk about."
Max was still frozen. She had a look of a cornered animal. But she slowly got up and walked in front of Fang.
"You don't have to do this." He whispered.
"I know." She whispered back. And lightening fast, she kissed him.
Fireworks. That's all Fang could think about. He felt like music should be playing. She pulled back and he wished she hadn't. Grade two Fang puzzled over these foreign thoughts. Fang realized he had liked her for a while now. But Fang was embarrassed. Iggy was looking at Max with his mouth open.
"Well Fang?" Lissa got off her desk. "how'd that feel?"
Fang made his face a mask. A void of emotion.
"Nothing. It meant nothing except my best friend can't be my best friend anymore since she obviously likes me. Who wants to be kissed by Max anyways!" he laughed
Fang suddenly felt a sharp pain on my head. He turned and there was Max, tears streaming down her cheeks, hand clenched into a fist. Fang slowly went unconscious, but not before he heard Lissa scream, "NOT MY BOYFRIEND YOU MEANIE!" (Yes, meanie. Grade twoers do not swear.) She decked Max and they both went down.
I put down the note, my hands still shaking. I was speechless. What did this mean? Then, being a boy, the one thing that stood out was, YES! I KNEW WE WERE FRIENDS! MAX WAS WRONG.
But then the mature me kicked in. Max knew. She mentioned about the dress thing for photo day. She made it sound like it wasn't me, but I knew it was. More memories were flooding in. (This may be confusing this next part. It's just quotes from different memories.)
"You've worn better."
"Besties forever!"
"get down here Fang! We're going to the hairdressers!"
"Race you!"
"It meant nothing except-"
"Fang?" a voice broke through my horrified silence.
"Yeah Gazzy?" I slowly turned towards the door were he stood.
"Are you okay? you're holding our head." he came over with a concerned look on his face.
"yeah yeah,"I looked at the clock. "It's five pm Gaz, sorry I couldn't find the action figures. Your mom will come soon."
Gazzy was nice enough to not whine about the lack of action figures. He just grabbed my hand and tugged me downstairs.
"I don't want you falling and hurting yourself." He was so sweet. Wow, I'm turning into a girl.
Anne came by and picked up Gazzy. I watched as she then walked over to the Martinez's house to get Angel and Max opened the door. Seeing her brought one more memory. But this time, I was myself, not watching the events.
"Max! Please! What did I do?" I begged. "Aren't we friends!"
"Look Fang, In grade two, this kind of stuff doesn't happen-"
"What happened!" I exploded.
"Nothing Fang. Nothing. Just, we can't be friends." and then she walked away. Out if my life. And as she walked away, I felt her slip from my memories.
