Push and Pull

Song: Hey There Delilah, Instrumental Version

Maya

I looked up into Fang's eyes as he held me close. Their dark glow shined with anticipation. I turned away and broke free from his grasp.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, and I shot into the sky. I can't be Max's replacement, as much as I want to, I can't hurt Max that way. She may have tried to kill me, but that's because I was cloned, after all. I flew towards the house, the humid air sliding past my wings. As much as I wanted them, I didn't inherit Max's powers, so it took me a while to reach the house again. I walked in, smelling like pine from my flight. Dylan looked up from a blank-covered book.

"Oh. You're back...early." he said. I sighed and plopped down on the nearby worn-out recliner.

"What happened?" he asked. As much as Max and Fang hated each other right now, Dylan and I couldn't be on friendlier terms. We had respect for each other, in a way, because we were both made. I'm Max's clone, a pretty much exact copy. Dylan is a clone of another Dylan, who died in a car accident or something.

"Fang." I answered. He dropped his gaze.

"Oh." he said. It sounded both sad, angry, and understanding at the same time. I deepened my stare. He was really good-looking, if you think about it. He had clear turquoise eyes, and his hair had brown and blond streaks in it that reminded me of Max's almost.

"Whacha reading?" I asked. He looked down at the book, as if it had just appeared there.

"Diary." he mumbled. I raised my eyebrows.

"As in, Max's diary? Can I see?" I inquired, curious. He threw it into my lap. It was open to today's entry.

Fang took Maya out. On a date. I can't seem to understand why, other than to throw her in my face. Again. Dylan was annoying today. Again.

And now I'm going to stop writing. Again.

I looked up, stunned. Dylan had to be crushed. I knew how much he loved her. He was trying his hardest to be just what Max wanted, he just couldn't seem to get it right. No matter what he does, she doesn't get it. He's always put down and taken advantage of.

"Dylan..." I trailed off. He walked over and pushed my hair out of my face gently, just as he had seen Fang do to Max. Then he turned, grinded his teeth together, and ran out of the house, letting the screen door slam behind him. I started to see the depth of his pain, finally. Everytime he pulled her shattered heart closer to mend it, she would push him away to endure the aches on her own. He couldn't get close to her, and it was killing him.

Max and Dylan.

Sun and Moon,

Push and Pull.

Would she ever pull herself to him? I don't know. But I wish she would.