Guess what day it is today! It's Sunday, my new favorite day of the week because I love creative writing.
Anyways, sometime next month I'm starting a new crossover and I cannot wait! It is going to be Harry Potter/Maximum Ride and in case any of you are interested in it I will post when my first update will come out. I would give you all the summary now, but it might still change a bit. I really badly want to start tonight, but I have to read all of the books first. I have only watched all the movies and read the first book; my library never seems to have the second one. Anyway, in case you all cannot tell by my rambling, long story short, I'm excited.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to Luna in Bloodland for reviewing on each chapter; your reviews do mean a lot.
Also, thank-you to all my reviewers. You all help me push through my writing even when I want to just quit, although it is early for that, it happens.
On to the chapter-Disclaimer- I do not own Maximum Ride or the Avengers.
The Real Date
Max POV:
I have come to one conclusion about holidays. I hate them. Let me just say that it has nothing to do with the infuriating kitten sitting on my lap, or maybe it has everything to do with it. All it took was a well aimed pair of Bambi eyes and I was mush, Nudge's late Christmas gift does not seem to realize that it is supposed to bug Nudge, not me.
In addition to the six month old kitten that I am trying to ignore while reading my book, it is February the fourteenth. The mushiest day of the year happens to fall on this date and I am simply trying to ignore that fact by treating today like any other that I receive off of work. How do I ignore such a pink and grossly girly holiday you might ask? I do that by reading a kickass book. That is the only adjective I can think of describing it with.
Obviously it is fiction. Most non-fiction books put me to sleep with their overuse of facts. This book is about a wife that has her husband kidnapped by hostiles while he is on duty in Iraq. When the government decides it does not want to make deals with terrorists she has to take matters into her own hands. She left behind her home and job to go look for him. Currently the woman is in a desert running out of food and water. She just saw an animal with its head dipped into a ravine. It's her chance. She takes out a knife and slowly approaches the gazelle. One hundred and eighty pounds of muscle verses one hundred and twenty of flesh. The woman's hands are shaking slightly with fear as she thought about the likelihood of the animal turning around and attacking her. If it runs away this could be her last chance to find food before… I withheld a shriek of rage. Wait, I did not, I tried to though.
Nudge's stupid kitten had managed to nudge the book hard enough out of my hands that it dropped to the floor, losing my page. The white fur ball proceeded to rub its head against my hand.
"Would you care to keep quiet down there, I need silence to concentrate!"
I ran up the stairs towards Gazzy's voice, not liking the thoughts floating through my head. When Gazzy is concentrating on something you can only expect disasters to come soon after. Whether it be a good disaster, like taking down fifty Erasers with a bomb, or a bad disaster, like, say, blowing up our entire house.
When I threw open the door to his room I saw Gazzy's head bent over an object which had an array of colored wires sprouting from an unidentifiable object. There was also a head of black hair, watching from next to the younger boy with intent curiosity. Ohh great, just what we need, Loki learning how to make bombs.
"And then you take this green wire and bring it over the blue to connect with…"
"Gazzy!" said boy proceeded to hide the monstrous item behind his back, as if I had not seen it.
"It's a lovely day Max. Your hair looks nice, has Nudge made you her Barbie today? You don't look so happy; did Iggy tell you that you are being kicked out of the house for dinner?"
My anger then directed to a new source, Iggy. Forgetting the bomb, for the present moment, I went to find the flock's personal chef who was currently making dinner. He didn't even see me coming.
"Iggy, would you care to explain to me as to why Gazzy said I was going to be kicked out of my own house tonight?"
"It's Valentine's Day." He said it matter of factly, as if it explained everything. One more reason to hate holidays.
"And," I questioned, not having a clue what that had to do with dinner. Iggy sighed.
"And, the rest of the flock has dates, not to be rude, but we already decided that we don't want an awkward seventh wheel to crash our night."
I started to do math in my head before coming to a conclusion.
"What if I had Dylan be my date?" I said, putting air quotes around the word date.
"He has one; she's a really picky French girl. She is making him take her to a four star restaurant. I don't get it though; I cook much better than those wannabe chefs."
Ignoring the arrogance in Iggy's last sentence, I sighed and used two fingers to pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Can I eat dinner in my room instead?"
"No, Nudge says you are not allowed in the house without a date."
"Why?"
"She does not want to deal with any of your antics. Frankly, I don't either."
I glared (albeit, it was quite lost on him) while my brain thought of a way to eat dinner at home. Okay, maybe it was just me being sensitive. If I had to deal with an unwelcomed voice in my head for ten years then they can deal with an unwelcome Max for one night.
"What if I can find someone to come with me, a date?" Iggy snorted, it sounded like he found the idea impossible.
"If you could find a date in two years I would eat your cooking. If you find a date in two hours, I guess you can join us."
I shot another pointless glare at Iggy before going to find Nudge. She knows how to deal with guy stuff. I knocked twice on her door before hearing a, "Come in!"
"Hey Nudge." She smiled at me.
"Hi Max." I couldn't be more grateful that she did not start rambling before I got my question out.
"Can you find me a guy to go to dinner with, quick?" I cringed, already prepared for the Nudge Channel to start blaring at full force.
"You should just go with Loki."
I was at first shocked by her lack of wordiness. After getting over the shock, I don't know what made the idea get to me so much, but I felt a blush color my face. I replaced it with a scoff seconds after.
"I meant an actual date Nudge."
To save you the pain of the next twenty minutes, I'm going to do a time skip. Nudge went through half the men in her contacts, describing each of their personalities in great detail before I became completely exasperated.
"Fine, I'll just go with Loki!"
Then I went off to my last victim, wait let us not make such predictions. Next thing you know I will be charging after Total. Thinking of all that, Maximum "Charging-Off" Ride, the nickname buzzed in my head. It seems so fitting for today.
Loki's POV:
After waking up this morning I immediately got ready to go see the neighbor, Gazzy. He was going to show me how to make a bomb today, he said that while they can be dangerous he normally only makes paint bombs. At least if those explode there is not any real damage, he had explained. I simply cannot wait to learn more about this trade. He is more than eager enough to share his knowledge.
When I was welcomed into the neighbor's house and led up to his room he started whispering.
"We don't want Max to know what we are doing. So if you could keep it down that would be great."
Gazzy made sure that he went at a pace where he could explain everything properly. I felt genuinely confused for once in my life. There were so many different colored wires and it was hard to keep track of where each one went. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when we heard a shriek of rage. Gazzy, without looking up from what he was doing, yelled down the stairs.
"Would you care to keep quiet down there, I need silence to concentrate!"
I continued to try and listen to what he was doing, trying not to give away that I could hear the footsteps coming towards us. Mortals cannot necessarily hear that well from what I have learned.
"And then you take this blue wire and bring it over the red to connect with…"
"Gazzy!" We heard Max yell, and Gazzy proceeded to grab the contraption and hide it behind his back. It reminded me of how dumb mortals are.
"It's a lovely day Max. Your hair looks nice, has Nudge made you her Barbie today? You don't look so happy; did Iggy tell you that you are being kicked out of the house for dinner?"
I had a bit to add in my head to Gazzy's monologue. It was not just her hair that looked nice; she was beautiful in general. Of course, this is something I kept to myself. Even if I wanted to share this information with her I could not, Max fled out the door in mere seconds.
Gazzy went back to explaining his bomb, a devious smile on his face. Maybe this mortal was less dull than I gave him credit for. Clearly we were near done; almost all the wires were connected to something. I was soon leaving the room. I did not quite expect to see Max upstairs so quickly, going through Nudge's door.
Knowing that what I was doing was wrong I stared to eavesdrop on their conversation. There was an exchange of short pleasantries and then I heard Max's voice.
"Can you find me a guy to go to dinner with, quick?"
I felt shocked. I did not think Max was capable of talking about relationships in the slightest form. I had seen Nudge bring it up to her once, Max simply stood up and left without any answers. It was quite rude I must say.
"You should just go with Loki."
My shock tripled. There was a stagnant pause.
"I meant an actual date Nudge."
I scoffed. Talking like that, about a god? As if I would have wanted to go on a date with her. She is moody, annoying, rude, sarcastic, witty, intelligent, unique… wait, those last few are not insults, why is my mind not agreeing with me? When I made it to my house I let out a sigh. It feels particularly refreshing to be alone at this moment.
Max's POV:
I knocked twice on Loki's door and it took him a while for an answer, longer than normal. When he saw me his expression soured. What did I do?
"Loki, will you go out with me tonight - As a date - It will be you, me, the flock, and their guests." I tried to throw in what I thought to be a charming smile. That's me, blunt and to the point.
"Wouldn't you rather have an actual date?"
I didn't know what to say, I felt choked up by my own words being thrown back at me.
It seems rather innocent having Loki use the word date, I do not like it, but it had to be done.
Please review, I'm excited, two more chapters and this thing will be action packed and I'm hoping a few loops I will throw you all in will be exciting. I just want it to be unexpected.
