I am back for another chapter. A quick note before I do my review answering and y'all read the story. In honor of 20 chapters and reaching 100 reviews, I have decided to write a 3 part chapter! (hopefully 3 parts. i dont know yet im still writing). This is part 1 and it is in Nudge, Ella, Max, and B's Point of Views (POV if you havent caught on yet.) I'm hoping they are longer and y'all enjoy them!
Time to answer reviews!
KatFangirling said: Umm... Hello?! Where are the res of the chapters! I NEED more chapters! I'm addicted to your story! Finish it girly! You said you already had it typed out already! Push through! Finish strong!
I say: I'm sorry I actually don't have it all typed out. I said that on one of my chapters from last year before I stopped writing for a few months. When I stopped writing I deleted everything that had to do with fanfiction. But I'm glad you like my story and I will try to write faster!
Nudge POV
"So what exactly is Kemah Boardwalk?" I asked Gazzy. We were in the car headed toward this place called Kemah Boardwalk. Why? you might be asking. Gazzy asked me if I wanted to hang with him after Lissa, the school slut, asked him out.
"You'll see." Gazzy teased. With his free hand, he grabbed mine and squeezed it. I watched the buildings light up in the night sky.
"It's a good thing you passed your driver's test." I said.
"Yeah. Fourth times a charm." He said with a smile.
"And you're sure Max won't mind you borrowing her car?"
He had stolen Max's car without asking her. I could picture her right now, angry. She's probably calling my brother, Fang, right now.
"Nah. She's totally fine with it." Gazzy reassured me.
Max POV
"Where the hell is my car?!" I screamed. Nobody was home though. I let out an angry and frustrated sigh. Picking up my phone, I called Fang.
"Yes Max?" He said when he picked the phone up.
"I don't have my car!" I exploded, "Gazzy or Ella took it so now we don't have a ride!"
"Calm down. Calm down." he said, "I'll see if our car is here."
He set the phone down to go check his garage. I paced up and down the hallway. It was probably Gazzy, I thought. Ella would never take my car. Would she?
Ella POV
"Where the hell is my car?!" I heard Max scream.
Oh boy, I thought. Gazzy must have taken it without permission. He's going to be in so much trouble.
"Was that Max?" Iggy asked.
"Yeah. I think Gazzy took her car."
Iggy and I were having an at home date. Everyone thought we were out but we changed our minds last minute. I watched Iggy cook our dinner on the outdoor grill. Pork chops with white rice and grilled asparagus.
"Are you sure you aren't bored?" Iggy asked me.
"No I'm actually having fun right now." I told him. "I like watching you cook."
Just then the back door opened. Without even talking, Iggy and I ducked down behind the counter, sticking our heads up. We silently watched as Max locked up the house and left in a hurry. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Is Max mad at me?" I asked my boyfriend.
He thought for a second. "Nah. I think she's just stressed. She's been having a hard time helping you move in and dealing with Lissa and schoolwork."
"Oh. Okay. What do you think Angel is doing? I haven't heard from her in a while."
"She's been hanging out Anabel and B lately." Iggy told me.
Interesting, I thought. Doesn't she have any friends her age?
"Let's not talk about our friends on our date. I just want it to be you and I." Iggy said while grilling.
I nodded and continued watching our dinner cook.
B POV
"Don't you have any friends your age?" I asked Angel.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I like hanging with y'all." she told us. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"No of course not." Anabel reassured her "We just thought it was weird that you were hanging with us. We're older than you ya know."
"Yes I know. Y'all are cooler than the girls in my grade." Angel said.
"I'll go get the popcorn." I said, standing up.
"Well hurry the fuck up." Anabel joked, "I'm fucking hungry."
"Why don't you start the movie then?" I asked her as I walked into the kitchen.
I walked down the hall to the kitchen, passing Maggie's bedroom.
Why does Maggie have a room in my house? you maybe wondering.
Well we're sisters. Twins actually. The thing is, she doesn't want anyone to know that. Ever since she joined Lissa's group she's been avoiding me. No one knows. Not even Anabel and I tell her everything. When I have sleepovers here Maggie leaves, and when Maggie has sleepovers here I leave. Mom and Dad don't understand why we just don't let people know we're twins. I don't know either. Every time they ask I look at Maggie waiting for her explanation. She never has one.
"Where's the fucking popcorn?!" I heard Anabel scream from my bedroom.
Pouring the already popped microwave bag into a bowl, I hurried back to my bedroom. On the way I stopped by the end table in the living room sofa. On that table was a picture of Maggie and I when we were 7. We both had pig tails and goofy smiles showing off our unstraightened teeth. I smiled remembering how much fun we used to have together. Then anger clouded my memories. Anger towards Maggie for leaving me behind in the dust. Without another thought I slammed the picture frame face down and hurried to my room.
Nudge POV
"That was so much fun!" I exclaimed jumping up and down. We had just rode a ride called The Bullet. The Bullet was an all wood roller-coaster that made a whole ton of noise but resulted in a whole ton of fun.
"I knew you'd like it." Gazzy said, putting his left arm around me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and we walked to the next ride.
"Does Max know?" I asked, "About us moving."
"As far as I know, no." he said, "But I don't want to talking about Max right now. And I definitely don't want to talk about yall leaving. Let's just enjoy the rides."
I looked up at him and smiled. "Okay." I said with a smile. He returned the smile and we went off to the next ride.
"I think this one is called the Aviator." Gazzy told me as we took our seats.
It wasn't as crowded as I thought it was going to be. There were couples here and there and the occasional family. But nothing huge. All of a sudden the ride started. We jerked forward and we were flying.
The Aviator basically looked like a bunch of mini planes that get lifted up and would then spin in a circle. In each "plane" was a joy stick. The joystick helped move the wings of the aircraft.
"Woooo!" I screamed, putting my hands in the air.
Gazzy laughed and copied me. Soon we were both swinging our arms around in the air and screaming like monkeys.
"I bet everyone else thinks we're crazy." I told Gazzy.
"I don't care what they think." Gazzy said, taking my hand.
I smiled. I am truly happy right now, I thought.
Just then something caught my eye. Gazzy must have seen it too because I heard him groan.
"A carousel!" I shrieked. I dragged Gazzy along to the line of only little kids. "What?" I asked him, "You don't like carousels?"
"No they're fine." Gazzy reassured me, "It's just that they're for little kids and we're going to be in college soon."
"Well let's enjoy the freedom now." I said, pulling him onto the ride. I climbed onto a zebra and Gazzy a hawk. The ride started and we bobbed up and down on our animals with the cheesey carnival music in the background.
And I, I was laughing. I was laughing like I was never going to laugh again.
Fang POV
"I'm going to kill him." Max said angrily.
"Shh. It's fine." I said, trying to calm her down.
"No it's not fine! Fucking Gazzy just stole my fucking car!" she exploded.
"Max it's fine." I reassured her, "We still have a ride and we'll get to the game on time."
She took a deep breath. "I'm gonna kill him." she muttered.
I chuckled, "I know Max."
The car ride, which I would have predicted to be silent, was not. Let's just say Max sucks at singing.
See You Again came on the radio and I started to sing along. I didn't mean to it's just a natural instinct from riding with Nudge and Angel. Max then decided she wanted to join in. Her voice makes me want to hear my nails scrape against a chalkboard. But I put up with it by singing louder and turning the music up.
"I know I suck at singing." she told me, not embarrassed at all.
I didn't even try to sugar coat it. "Yeah..."
The next song came on and Max screamed, "This is my favorite song!"
She sung while I drove in silence. Halfway through the song she asked me, "Why aren't you singing? What's wrong don't you like this song?"
I shrugged, "No. Not really."
"What?!" she said bewildered, "How can you not like Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi?!"
"Not my kind of music."
"Then what is your kind? Punk rock? Screamo? Classic rock?"
"Why do you assume I'm into that kind of music?"
"Because you look like a guy whose wife just died and the only thing that is keeping you up is your loud, strange music that you blast wherever you go."
"I do not." I retorted.
"Yes you do. The bags under your eyes don't help either."
"What? I don't have bags under my eyes and I don't look like I'm suffering from depression." I mean sure some nights I didn't get a lot of sleep but it's usually unnoticeable. If anything I'm the complete opposite of depressed.
Max just shook her head, silently mocking me.
I spent the rest of the car ride trying to come up with a good comeback. In other words, neither of us said anything for the rest of the ride.
At last we pulled up to the stadium and it was crowded. Like CROWDED. It took us at least 30 minutes to finally park. I had to cut off a couple people and got honked at quite a lot.
"You're a terrible driver." Max decided to comment as I turned off the engine to the car which was on the fourth floor of a not-so nearby parking garage.
"Well did you want to get inside and watch the game or not?" I asked.
"Good point good point." Max said as she opened the car door.
We walked shoulder to shoulder to the parking garage elevator. There we took the elevator down and walked the rest of the way to Reliant Stadium. People were coming in from all angles and the area was crawling with law enforcement. We followed the rest of the crowd to security and check in. It was so crowded I walked right into someone.
"Sorry." I told him. The man turned around and glared at me for a moment and then turned his attention to Max.
"It's fine. Hi!" he flashed a smile, "I'm Roman." He put his hand out for Max to shake it. She just stared at it as if she didn't know what to do with it.
This Roman guy looked to be in his late teens early twenties. He had black ear rings and a buzz cut. Various tattoos covered his left arm and he smelled like booze.
"Okay then." he said while awkwardly scratching his ear. "So... uh... are y'all dating or something?"
I knew he had an eye for Max so before she could say anything I wrapped my arm around her. "Sorry. She's with me." I said with a grim smile.
I watched his eyes move down towards Max's boobs and then to her ass. What a fuckboy, I thought.
Roman nodded and walked off but not before saying, "See you around."
"What was that for?" Max demanded, throwing my arm off of her. "I can defend myself."
"Okay one, If by defend yourself you mean stand there silently then yeah you can. And two did you see that guy? It looked like he was about to rape you right there." I said suddenly angry. Why was she mad I probably just saved her.
"Rape is not something to joke about and you know it!" Max bursted out.
"I'm not joking! His eyes were practically undressing you!" I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Max didn't say anything. Without another word she walked to the line to enter the stadium. I followed, not saying anything. After a moment it was finally our turn to enter the stadium.
"Tickets please." the ticket man said, holding out his hand.
All of a sudden my heart skipped a beat. I didn't have the tickets. I patted and checked my pockets to find nothing.
"Shit shit shit shit." I muttered. Just then I remembered. They were in my car inside of the glove department.
"You left the tickets in the car didn't you?" Max asked.
"Yes. Look I'm sorry and I know you're pissed at me but I'll be right back." I told her. "Please don't talk to that guy while I'm gone."
Before she could respond I ran off.
To be continued...
Next chapter will start with Fang just so y'all know.
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