Time Passed
Song: Decode by Paramore
Max
This was it. Seeing him after nearly two years. I forced myself to calm down and sit. Clearly, he meant more to me than I previously thought. Dylan's heavy footsteps reached me. He rested his hand on my shoulder. I swatted it away.
"Go away." I commanded with more power than I felt. Dylan sighed and relinquished the room to me again. A knock resounded from the door. I held my breath as I got up and opened it. Who was this? Him.
Fang.
But he looked...different. His usually long black hair was trimmed in shaggy, emo-style. He was wearing long black jeans and a gray t-shirt. Beside him, Maya stood silent in a short, hot pink minidress.
He looks hot. My crazy girl-ness sueded my normal thinking, apparently.
"Are you going to let me in?" he asked cooly. I nodded. Panic surged through me as the window shattered open. In bounded five or six full-blown Flyboys. I shot to my feet and noticed that Fang did the same. I had taken one down when I heard the sound of hissing behind me. I didn't have time to register what came next. There was no pain, no hit. I turned, and Fang was in front of me, fighting with presicion. Every blow: perfectly timed, every dodge done to the degree. My hands dropped to my sides. He had gotten better. He was amazing, taking it all in stride.
Who was this person?
Did he still love me?
Did he ever love me?
Questions to be kept silent.
Fang
(backtracking a bit...)
As Max opened the door, I fought to gasp. Her usually long brunette hair was cut short, and it curled around her shoulders. She was wearing dark wash skinny jeans and a striped red shirt that hugged her kinda tightly, but in a good way. She had feather earrings, white. Uuuuuuhhhhh... My brain shortwired.
"Well, are you going to let me in?" I asked her, hopefully not sounding stupid. She nodded, but the window busted to reveal several...ah, unwelcome visitors.
I lashed into fight mode, taking down three when one turned on Max. I threw myself in front of her, barely dodging his slash. Three claw marks marked my shoulder, red and jagged. But I took him down. She was open-mouthed at me. I froze, panting. Did she hate me? What did I do? Questions filled my mind like traffic on a highway at around rush hour.
Time had passed, and I had , In one way, I remained the same.
I still loved her.
And that would never change.
(Not sure about the song on this one.)