Hey guys, this is a re-post. I made a mistake- UGH -but it is fixed now. Thank you so much FlyOnMax!
Ch. 18:
Max POV
"You're insane." Nudge stated, crossing her arms and giving me a 'what the hell?' face. I shrugged and give her a smirk.
"So, you call us over and we come prepared to help you through this emotional with ice cream, the Notebook, and our comforting words and we find you here laughing your head off with a girl you hate. I think you've fallen on your head- or maybe it's the emotional stress, but I'll tell you right now, Lissa is not your friend. Okay?" She shook my shoulders as she ranted and stared me straight in the eye. Angel backed her up with a head nod.
Lissa shrunk back, scratching her head and looking uncomfortable. I only rolled my eyes. "Guys, I'm serious. Lissa's cool. She was only trying to fit in with the stupid bitch stereotype. Trust me, she's hilarious." I thought to add, "And she's the one who wondered me to stay away from that awful pep rally."
Angel eyed me disbelievingly. "Well, are we going to let the Notebook and this ice cream go to waste?" She asked.
"Not a chance." I grinned. I wasn't over the pep rally or Fang by a long shot, but watching Nudge and Angel – and now Lissa – sniffle over the romance while at the same time eating ice cream is something I don't think I could turn down.
"That movie is beautiful."
"Even after you've seen it thirty one times?" I snorted.
"Never ending love, Max, never ending love." Angel tsked and wagged her finger in my face. I sighed. What a nice thought, that never ending love.
"You twat." Nudge smacked Angel with a pillow. "She's obviously unstable at this stressful point in her life." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lissa throw a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"You know I can hear you, Nudge."
"Yes," She smiled down sweetly at me, "but you don't understand me. You are so traumatized, you don't even realized that you ate three times more ice cream than the rest of us." An eye roll earned, that was intentional. Duh. "Tomorrow you will wake and you won't remember that Lissa's actually nice."
Angel thought it wise to chime in, "You'll completely forget we gave your wardrobe a makeover, too."
Lissa laughed, "Well, she's going to be in shock when she checks out her closet."
"What?" I exclaimed and ran to my closet. T-Shirts, jeans, multiple different colored converse strewn across the floor. Phew. I was safe.
"Take a joke, Max, jeez." Nudge covered her mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. Fine then. She would get it. I grabbed the pillow of my bed. And I proceeded to whack her with it. She screamed and tried to protect herself with her hands.
I saw Lissa leave the room, but ignored it and moved on to Angel. All of a sudden, I felt a force hit me from behind. I heard Lissa's high-pitched laugh, which wasn't as annoying as it had been when I despised her. Of course, it hit me. She had gone to retrieve more pillows from my room.
Apparently, she brought enough pillows for Nudge, Angel, and herself to gang up on me.
"Hey, hey!" I exclaimed. "Not fair! I'm the emotionally traumatized one here, remember?" I resorted to my perfect defense.
"Fine." Angel hmphed. "Two on two, then?" We all smirked. The feathers were about to fly. And for once, I didn't care if Anne stormed in complaining about noise, or about me being a failure. I didn't care that I didn't get the guy. That was all irrelevant for once.
So irrelevant, in fact, I didn't even her my phone pinging with a new message.
Fang POV
I sat in my room with my head in my hands. It had all happened so fast. The pep rally rushed back into my head every single time I tried to forget it. Along with one person. Maximum Ride.
I was so stupid. How could I not have known? She had explained to me that her situation was exactly the same and I still denied it to be true. Another person was in my mind, too. That would be Ella. I just wanted to smack her. It was against my morals; of course, don't hit a girl and all. But who would even do that? I'm not sure how I dated her for so long.
The look on Max's face the pep rally was so confused… and hurt. I only wish I had known. I wish I could've gotten to her and reassured her that I still liked her. That she was still Lost, and she still had me wrapped around her finger more than I'd like to admit it.
Every time that I picked up my phone to send her a message, though, I had to stop myself. It was something about starting.
Hey, Max…
How do you go on? 'I'm sorry Ella's a bitch. You're ten times better than she'll ever be.' I don't think she'll appreciate that too much.
Lost, I…
Acting like it never happened. I still call her Lost, and still act like she's just the random girl from the chat room, when she's so much more than that.
I threw down my phone in frustration. It landed on the bed with a thump. If only… if only…
What? If only she were still anonymous? No. If only I could have reacted differently? No. If only I could've figured it out on my own? What good would that have done?
I just wish there was some way I could fix everything easily. Maybe have a chance at getting my fairytale ending, with Lost and I – No, Max and I going to Stanford together. This was yet another time I wish I had actual friends to go to. Maybe get some advice, or something that could help me at least a little bit.
Suddenly, the perfect message came to my mind. I've never been a man of many words. This message certainly wasn't a solution to any of my problems. I had no follow-ups to this message. Yet, I knew I had to send it.
I love you.
Oooh, drama! Will Max get the message? You'll see. Heh, heh, heh…
I think there will only be two or three more chapters in this, okay?
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~Cake.