Hey guys! check out my new story Table for four. It's not Maximum ride, it's about celibrities we either love or hate. Mainly, just about not judging a book by it's cover. I think it's pretty good, if I do say so myself. *Brushes invisible dust off shoulder* Soo, just to clarify i did not get the idea from camp rock, but rather a camp I've been to. Sadly, it wasn't sleep away. It just had a big open mike at the end of the week. So Yah, enjoy this one.
Camp Disaster Chapter 5-Paint Splatters and Stains
Fang POV
My room is AMAZING! There's a 25 in. flat screen TV, a mini fridge, a lounge sofa, a PS3, and a twin sized bed. Aack! This camp is loaded! The only problem is all the colour.
"Aaah! The colour it burns!" I screamed. Max started getting this really sad look in her eyes.
"You don't like? I painted it myself! I thought you would… sniff" She looked really dejected. "I'm gonna go. Get unpacked yourself!" she started to turn, to leave.
"Wait, Max! I didn't mean it like that. It was a joke! Cause you know! I'm Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. Apparently, I'm emo too. I'm sorry!" I rapped an arm around her waist to stop her, but she took it and flipped me onto my back. It worked, because she caught me off guard. I looked up at her stunned.
"And that is for trying to trick me. I'm laughing that you actually believed I was upset. Fang, I thought we could read each other like books! Who woulda thought you fell for that so easily!" she said. I was confused.
"Huh?" Yup, that's me, the one word answer guy.
"I knew you were joking Fang. I just wanted to see if you would fall for my little prank." She explained.
"Wow, I feel stupid now." I muttered as I got up, brushing off non-existent dirt. Suddenly, she hugged me. I stiffened, out of shock and because I don't like being touched. With Max, it felt good somehow. No, wonderful, perfect. Like her arms where always meant to be around me. Is this how it feels to be in love? Man, I've known this girl for less than I day and she's already turning me into a giant mush ball.
"And that is for actually caring so much. I'm glad a have such a great friend like you!" My arms hesitantly went around her. It felt so good. I never want it to end. And guess what, right when I think that, she pulls away. At least she's smiling at me.
"Wait right here. I'll be back!" And with that she sprinted out the door. 15 minutes later she came back arms full with art stuff. She dumped 3 cans of black paint, 1 can of red, some smaller cans of grey and navy blue. She also put down cans of red, black, and grey spray paints, along with those spray stencils.
"Operation 'Get Rid of Pretty Colours' is now underway. We are going to completely re-decorate your cabin Fang! And don't worry, I asked my dad. He said it is fine. Let's get started!" I smiled a genuine smile, one that I've never tried before. I put all my feelings for Max into that smile. It was going to be her special smile, reserved only for her. She blinked surprised and then a warm blush spread across her face. I guess she got the message. Ah, I love silent conversations. We moved all the furniture to one side and dismounted the decorations. We spread newspaper on the floor and put artist's tape where needed. That took about an hour and a half, to get every nook and cranny that we didn't want paint on covered. Then we whipped out those big paint rollers and started painting the walls. Max started with grey on one end and I started with black on the other. Our brush strokes met it the middle and overlapped each other to make a checkered effect. It looked really cool. Then I painted the dresser all black. That's when chaos broke out.
"Add a little colour to you life!" I spun around, she was holding a paint brushes dripping red paint. She let it drip on the drawer, making it look like it was dripping blood.
"Hey! Now people will really think I'm emo!" I complained. I took some red paint and dripped it in her hair. "There, now you match your lovely dresser"
"Oh, Fang Griffiths you are gonna get it, sooo bad." She grinned evily. Crap.
She dipped her paint brush in navy, while I dipped mine in grey. We splattered it at each other. And so the paint wars began. It went on like this for and 2 hours. She took a black spray can, while I was bending down to refill my paint. I was standing right in front of the grey wall and Max decided it needed for black. She spray painted my body. When I turned around to look at my silhouette permanently etched into my wall. Max and I look at each other and grinned. She told me to do that to her with a flick of her eyes. I understood. I took a red spray can and Max stood in front of the black wall, arms out stretched up wards, her beautiful blonde streaked hair streaming around her, face turned to the wall. I sprayed her. It turned out great. That's how our paint wars ended. We finished re-decorating. Max had brought those alphabet stencils, so we spray painted the entire flock's name on it with a big FANG+MAX on the wall in the middle, the one my bed faced. Then we dipped our hand in different coloured paint and pressed it nest to the letters, my hand print beside my name and her hand beside hers. We decided we would get the others to do their hand prints later. We also spray painted skulls on my walls. Then we peeled off all the artists tape and cleaned up the messy newspaper. We pushed the furniture back to where it belonged and hung up the decorations. That took another hour and a half. When we were done we stepped back and looked at our handy work. It was awesome. You could see the checkered area where our paint strokes met in the middle, our silhouettes, and the stencilled names. I loved the Max and Fang one. We went to wash our hands.
"Max, won't whoever rooms here next year feel uncomfortable seeing our decorations?" The sudden thought occurring to me.
"Well, if you decide to come back next summer, which I do hope you do, you'll get this cabin again. If not, either I'll take it or we'll re-paint it for the next roomie." She explained. Just as she finished the siren signalling dinner blasted across the camp. We looked at each others appearances. Our hair was sticky with multi-coloured paint. Half of me was spray painted black thought you couldn't really tell because of my attire. Max's entire back side was red. All our clothes had paint on them along with most of our exposed skin.
We glanced at each other and shrugged. Then she hooked her arm into mine. I barely even stiffened, it was like I was used to having her touch me her whole life. I wasn't this familiar with anyone's touch. Not even my mom's, who tucked me in each night when I was small. We grinned at each other one more time before sauntering of to the cafeteria, earning many strange looks from other teens and adults headed the same way. I just smirked. Max either flashed a smile or said "Take a picture, it will last longer." I laughed when I kid actually started to pull his phone out. He thought twice under Max's death glare. Yup, been there, done that, don't wanna go there again.
Igster: Just a little tid-bit of early info. At the open mike both Max and Fang will sing a song that they wrote (Not really, but in the story) on acoustice guitar or piano. I can't tell you much, but the band also does a song together.
Aqua: IGGY! What did I tell you about giving away chapter secrets?
Iggy: *Whispers guiltily* Not to. Please don't hurt me.
Aqua: Whatever, go read your Nicholas Sparks books.
Iggy: I DO NOT READ THOSE BOOKS!
Aqua: *glared daggers at iggy*
Iggy: Okay, but will you buy let me watch the Last Song with you?
Aqua: Sure Igs. But remeber, I'm only watching it for the violence and for when the people get mad at each other. So when you start sniffling about how Ronnie and Will were meant to be, don't expect me to be a shoulder to cry on, 'cause I'll be laughing my but off, while jumping up and down saying 'Ha! In your face, that's what you get for deciding to grow up and believing in love'.
Iggy: Umm, okay. Are you on high?
Aqua: No, I just like violence. Mwuah ha ha ha!
Iggy: *Backs away* Please R&R, then maybe she won't try to kill me, just so she can laugh at my bleeding body. Please, do it for me. Be a man, do the right thing. Do it for the children. Do it for all those hawt girls who will not get the oppurtunity to have all this *gestures to self* Do it for your granny! I don't care, just please... R&R!