Hey guys, it's Nun. Yes, I am aware that is has taken me ages to update and I must say that I am extremely sorry about that...
Damien: But she's finally got off her lazy backside to update...
Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways, I will waste no time and delve straight into the story. Enjoy! And for the sake of Miss. Anonymous, this chapter is all about Fang!
Disclaimer: The authoress of this fictional retake of the popular series Maximum Ride in no way owns aforementioned series and gives any ownership of the character "Fang" to the rightful owner, James B. Patterson.
Fang POV
I walked to the tour bus with my friends Izzy and Hayden. "Wow man, the crowds are really loving you. It's strange how this time last year you were literally just starting up, and now? Everybody know your name" Hayden slapped me on the back and grinned.
"Hayden's right. It's really good how far you've come in this short space of time. Almost every shop I walk past has your poster in their window." Izzy turned to me to see what I had to say. Well, what could I say? It was true, everything they'd said. Last year, if someone had said to me that I would be rich and famous with a massive fan base in almost every part of England, I would've laughed and told them that they were crazy. Corny and cliché, I know, but it's true. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. On my tour, with over 10,000 people at every one of my gigs? Insane.
"Hello, earth to Fang? I know we're nowhere near as famous as you, but could you at least talk to us?" Izzy waved her hand in my face.
"Yeah? You're right... Both of you." Izzy beamed and opened her mouth to say something else, and I cut her off. "Now where is this bloody tour bus?" I pressed the button on the car keys over and over again, trying to look for a flash of car headlights. After about 5 minutes and a few choice words, I saw a flash about 5 metres behind us in the corner of my eye. I opened the bus and hopped in, followed by Hayden. Izzy was going to see her grandparents here in Nottingham, so she walked off to her car. She waved at us before getting in her car and driving off.
"Soo..." Hayden clapped his hands together and looked at me in a way I had seen so many times.
"So what? What is it now?" I sprawled myself on the couch and grabbed a Coke out of the mini fridge.
"The chick is gone, we're in a car big enough for 20 people, and you're a famous SuperStar who could get anyone. Sooo, I say we pick up some chicks and have a party! Ya with me?"
"Yeah, how about no? I'm gonna sleep, cause unlike some of us in this bus *cough cough* YOU *cough cough* I have a reputation to uphold which doesn't involve me inviting a bunch of whores into my house on wheels. So it looks like you're on your own." I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. Hayden sighed dramatically and put his hand on his hip.
"FINE THEN, you party pooper! I'LL go by mySELF! See if I care!" He huffed dramatically and opened the door before slamming it. A good friend would've called him back and agreed to whatever he wanted to do. But I really needed to sleep, and Hayden would probably just carry out his plans himself, so I downed the rest of the coke and opened up the couch to show a bed. I lay down and instantly entered the world of sleep.
Hayden POV
Stupid Fang... Moody SuperStar who didn't understand the meaning of fun... What was I supposed to do? I walked around the parking lot, bored outta my mind. Why was I surprised? Fang had always been Mr. PLay-It-Safe, and being a SuperStar hadn't loosened him up one bit. Ah well, when he finds out he's performing at a local Sixth Form, he would see how others his age behaved. Maybe he would loosen up a bit. Or maybe the realization of how crazy most 16-18 year olds were would scare him...into acting more like a 81-year-old and not a 18-year-old. For crying out loud, he had just become an adult, and he had acted like one even before I met him. Apparently, he was worse then. The thought of a 11-year-old Fang acting like a sour pensioner sent a shiver down my spine. I just hoped that when he met one of those Sixth Formers, that they'd knock a bit of recklessness and craziness into him. God knows Izzy and I had tried.
Then, I had a brilliant idea. I smiled and walked with my head high. Oh Fang, you should've just agreed to my brilliant idea (though I do say so myself). But now, I had to go about it a more...indirect way. The plan formulated in my head. First stop, find where the town centre of this blimmin' town was. I laughed quietly to myself. Hayden my boy, you've outdone yourself...
Ooh, it's a cliffhanger! A crappy one, but hey. The character of Fang has been introduced, and is not too OOC, if I may say so myself.
Damien: You may not.
No one cares. After all, who's the one who applied for a job at-
Damien: DON'T YOU DARE! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T!
Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist...
Damien: You know what? You're finished on the laptop. Give it here.
NEVER!
Damien: You've forced my hand...
-Please excuse Nun. Damien has stolen the laptop-
Damien: Oh, and just to let you guys know, Hayden and Izzy are real people who have volunteered to be friends with Fang. Izzy is Nun's stupid half-deaf year 8 friend, while Hayden is Izzy's 'cousin' who Nun also knows. Well, bye.
