I HAVE AN EXCELLENT EXCUSE THIS TIME. I have a concussion that's messing with my ability to think straight, and made me unable to look at glowy computer screens for a long time. This chapter may not be up to my usual standards and took a lot of effort to write. It may seem filler and it's shorter than usual, but I needed this to happen in order for some plot stuff to happen. I'm sorry in advance… my head is killing me. ): soccer is a contact sport, and I just met one of its dangers.
Dedicated to: Awesomegoat! You have no idea how incredibly honored I was by your review. It truly means a lot to me to hear that. Thank you! =D Also to AwkweirdIdeasLeadToThis, I really appreciate what you did. Thank you. (:
It was Saturday night, my last day that I would be confined to crutches for. In celebration, my mom had lifted my remaining period of grounding. I was free to do whatever I wished that night, so long as I didn't get into any more fights for the rest of my life. I could do anything now, within reason.
So I decided to spend that time babysitting Angel again with Nudge and Fang. Ariel and George Richards were away at a vineyard for the weekend celebrating their sixteenth anniversary, so instead of leaving Angel's life teetering in Gazzy's easily distractible hands, they employed us three to come make sure their daughter survived the weekend. Ria Rianild (a nickname that I still found to be exceedingly adorable for Fang's little sister) was coming over after dinner, and Angel was anxiously awaiting her arrival. In the meantime, she dealt with us incompeteny older kids as her playmates.
Gazzy was currently somewhere upstairs, and every now and then a slight booming noise emitted from the direction of his room. I was more than slightly alarmed, but neither Fang or Nudge seemed to think it was a big deal. Angel took it all in stride as well, and I realized that explosions must be common occurrences at the Richards household.
Sometimes I worried about Gazzy.
"I want to play Ponies!" Angel declared, yanking a plastic box off of a shelf.
"Okay!" Nudge agreed enthusiastically, plopping down on the family room rug. Fang and I followed suit, sprawling out in a circle around the box of ponies. There were seven in the box: two unicorns and five ponies, all garishly colored with sparkling hair and pictures stamped on their asses.
My Little Ponies. Hmm.
Angel proceeded to divvy out the ponies in an extremely solemn procedure.
"My name is Belle, but you can call me Majessa Dandelion for short," Angel announced, clip-clipping her brightly colored My Little Pony around in a circle. I stifled a smile, letting Nudge be the one who cooed in adoration. "Nudge is Rainbow Butterfly, and Max is Starla Goldine, and Fang is Minty Milkshake!" Angel shoved the respective ponies into each of our hands.
I inspected Starla Goldine carefully, this being the first time I'd ever held a My Little Pony. It was a white unicorn, with huge purple eyes that slightly alarmed me and a purple and pink streaked mane and tail. I wondered vaguely where the inspiration had come from to paint a sparkly shooting star on its rear end.
"Minty Milkshake?" I snickered, nudging Fang. My lovely boyfriend rolled his eyes at me, gazing dubiously at the pony in his hand. It was pale green, with a white mane and tail and a trio of candies parading across its ass.
How… nice.
"Look, Max! Majessa Dandelion is Starla Goldine and Minty Milkshake's daughter!" Angel squealed, grabbing my hand and Fang's and smashing them together. Our knuckles collided with a painful smack, and the ponies inside them mashed heads. Angel was a strong little blighter.
"Even your respective My Little Ponies are in love," Nudge muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, shut up," I retorted. "You're just lucky Gazzy isn't here to play ponies with us, or Rainbow Butterfly would be having babies with him right now." I pointed at her pink and orange pony, then jerked my head towards the last few ponies in the box.
"Oh joy," Nudge groaned. "Nah, I'll leave that job to Terry dearest."
"But Gazzy loves Nudge," Angel interjected, looking puzzled. you've you love Gazzy, Nudge?"
Nudge patted Angel's small shoulder reassuringly. "Of course I love your brother, Ange," she replied. "We all do."
"But Max loves Fang, not Gazzy," Angel pointed out, unembarrassed by her bluntness. I could feel heat rise to my cheeks, and Fang smirked at me.
"That's different," Nudge explained patiently, setting down Rainbow Butterfly for a moment. "Max loves Gazzy as a friend. We all do."
Angel looked skeptically at Nudge for a moment. "You love him as a friend?" she clarified, waving her pony suspiciously about.
Nudge nodded, looking thoughtful. "Best friends," she agreed.
"Good to know," Gazzy drawled from the doorway, making us all jump. Even Fang flinched a little, and nothing usually surprised him. Gazzy was in ninja mode. He strolled into the room, plopping onto the couch in front of us and settling in. "So I don't have to worry about marriage proposals from any of you three?" Gazzy continued, smirking at us.
"You might from Fang," I informed him seriously.
"But Minty Milkshake can't cheat on Starla Goldine! They have a daughter!" Gazzy gasped dramatically. "Imagine the emotional scarring that would leave on Majessa Dandelion!"
"I don't know whether I'm more worried that you remember all of their names perfectly or that you seemed serious right there," Nudge remarked, grinning at him.
"Of course I'm serious, Nudge," Gazzy replied, staring at her with a solemn look on his face. He rolled off the couch and plopped himself down next to her, grabbing an extra pony from the box. "Now you see, Rainbow Butterfly has been having a secret fling with another pony behind Star Twinkle Astronaut's back." Gazzy gestured to the blue and white pony in his hand, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Gazzy's pony is named Star Twinkle Astronaut?" I snickered.
"It's better than Starla Goldine," Gazzy retorted.
"How exactly is Star Twinkle Astronaut a better name than Starla Goldine?" I asked Fang. He only shrugged, still eyeing Minty Milkshake as if it were about to explode in sparkly pony splatters.
"Shush Max," Gazzy reprimanded, flinging a hand up in the sign for 'stop' in case I didn't know what shush meant. "I'm explaining the facts of Ponytopia to Nudge. Could you be a little more considerate please?"
Fang snorted, but Angel seemed to be immensely entertained by her brother's story, so we let Gazzy continue for the sake of her huge, shining eyes.
The things I put myself through for that child.
"So while Starla Goldine and Minty Milkshake are away at work-" Gazzy began.
Angel interrupted, mouth open in a wide, wondering smile. "Where do they work, Gazzy?" she asked excitedly.
"At the Pony Salon taking care of other ponies' manes and tails for them," Gazzy answered, twirling Star Twinkle Astronaut's sparkly blue tail around his finger. "While they're doing that, Star Twinkle Astronaut babysits Majessa Dandelion for them."
"How kind of him," Fang murmured.
"Shh!" Angel reprimanded, sending an adorable glare in Fang's direction before turning to hang on to Gazzy's every word. "And then what, Gaz?"
Gazzy smirks, ruffling Angel's hair and then continuing his elaborate plot line. "Well, Star Twinkle Astronaut is such a loving, caring pony that he always takes Majessa Dandelion to the pony park. While they're having fun on the pony playground, Star Twinkle Astronaut's wife Rainbow Butterfly is off at work." Gazzy paused, lowering his voice dramatically as he added, "Or so she says."
"How dare you accuse my pony of adultery!" Nudge gasped, looking exaggeratedly insulted. "I'm sure that Rainbow Butterfly would never be unfaithful to Star Twinkle Astronaut!"
"Ah ah ah." Gazzy wagged his finger knowingly at Nudge, narrowing his eyes. "Don't try to trick him. This pony is smart. He knows that Rainbow Butterfly is secretly dating Dynamite Sprinkles!"
"That sounds like an unhealthy combination," Fang remarked.
I snorted in agreement, but Gazzy didn't skip a beat before agreeing. "I know! I don't know why Rainbow Butterfly prefers him over Star Twinkle Astronaut!" Gazzy muttered. He set Star Twinkle Astronaut down and dug Dynamite Sprinkles out from the box, an orange and yellow pony with a cupcake on its butt. "But he has successfully seduced Rainbow Butterfly, and now in an attempt to cheer up the depressed Star Twinkle Astronaut, Starla Goldine and her friends are trying to set him up with another pony." Gazzy paused, his expression visibly darkened. He was really getting into the whole plotline of this imaginary pony village. "Her name is Pebble Princess." Gazzy tugged the last purple pony from the box to display the woman in question to us.
"His friends feel bad his wife is cheating on him, so they want to help him cheat on her?" I clarified dubiously. "That sounds pretty sketchy."
"They don't know how much Star Twinkle Astronaut loves Rainbow Butterfly," Gazzy replied seriously, his eyes strangely wistful. "They think that a relationship with a nice pony like Pebble Princess will help him feel better."
"Are you sure this is rated G?" Nudge asked skeptically, glancing at Angel. The youngster was still gazing at her brother with rapt adoration, completely enthralled in the tale of ponies he was spinning for her. Ange apparently didn't deem anything inappropriate in Gazzy's story.
"Reality isn't always rated G, Nudge," Gazzy replied cryptically. He dropped the ponies he was holding next to Star Twinkle Astronaut and sprang effortlessly to his feet with his usual perfect athleticism. "Personally, I think it's very rude of Rainbow Butterfly to disregard Star Twinkle Astronaut's feelings like that." And with that grand exit line, Gazzy walked away and disappeared down the hall. In a moment we could hear his footsteps on the stairs, and then only silence. He had escaped back up to his room.
We sat there for a moment, soaking in the events of the past few minutes. "Gazzy's a good storyteller!" Angel announced, smiling fondly at her ponies. "Poor Star Twinkle Astronaut is in love with Rainbow Butterfly and she doesn't even notice him!"
"That was a surprisingly detailed plot for Gazzy to pull out of nowhere," I commented, studying the ponies scattered on the carpet. "It's like he's been planning this out."
"Gazzy spends too much time sulking nowadays. It wouldn't surprise me if he spent his time thinking up plots for My Little Pony villages," Fang sighed.
Nudge sat there quietly for a moment, then slowly stood up. She smiled, but it didn't look very genuine. "I just remembered I have to ask Gazzy about homework for tech," she announced as we stared at her questioningly. "I'll be back in a sec." Dropping Rainbow Butterfly, Nudge stood up and headed down the hall Gazzy had fled through before Fang or I could say a word. Gazzy and Nudge were in the same class, so it made sense to ask him for the homework. But why now?
"I'm hungry," Angel declared, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Can we eat now?"
"No problem, kiddo," Fang agrees instantly, the previously thoughtful look on his face dissipating instantly. "Chicken nuggets and French fries sound good?"
Angel cheered in response, bounding up and racing for the kitchen. I laughed at her enthusiasm, and Fang half-smiled before following her. I stayed behind for a few minutes extra, picking up the My Little Ponies and storing them back in the box. I paused for a moment as I looked between Rainbow Butterfly and Star Twinkle Astronaut. The ponies were perfectly harmless and innocent, but I had a strange feeling I was missing something.
A text buzzed my leg from where my phone lay in my pocket, distracting me from the ponies. It was Terra, and the message only consisted of seven words.
Do you think Gazzy likes somebody else?
I sighed, rolling my eyes as I hit reply, contemplating for a moment how to word my answer without coddling her too much or offending her. Terra was very touchy and incredibly insecure about her crush on Gazzy for someone so outspoken and confident. It was a little annoying how often she needed reassurance that things would turn out okay with Gazzy, but Nudge, Ella and I muscled through it. All three of us had boyfriends, and Terra was feeling stressed that the guy she liked showed no sign of reciprocating the feeling. We had tried nudging Gazzy discreetly towards her several times, but so far he had shown nothing but platonic feelings for Terra.
I hadn't really considered that he liked another girl. Although Gazzy was outgoing and generally well-liked, he didn't have a ton of close friends. The only girls I knew him to hang out with more than once a week were the girls on the soccer team and Terrs. Who else could he harbor any feelings for? I couldn't picture Gazzy being the type to avoid a girl he liked out of shyness.
Unless he just didn't like anybody at the moment?…
Ugh, why did I have to deal with this crap? These were Terra's romantic problems, and personally I had heard enough of her whining about a week ago. I loved the girl to death, but if she didn't have the guts to tell Gazzy outright that she liked him, then she should find a different guy. Or at least stop obsessing over it every moment of her waking life.
I was just about to type this into the text bar of my phone when a door flung open upstairs, slamming loudly into the wall. My head flew up, and I found myself on my feet and ready for action. This was a very bad thing, considering I still had a sprained ankle, and I let out an embarrassingly piercing yelp as my foot buckled underneath me and I fell back down. Pain burst through my ankle, and I couldn't do anything but lay curled on the rug clutching the bandaged area.
Fang materialized in the doorway, alerted by my screech. He appeared just in time to see Nudge hurtle down the stairs, fly past him, and barrel out of sight without a word to either of us. A second later, the front door slammed open and closed, and Nudge was gone. Fang and I stared at each other in confusion, me momentarily forgetting the pain in my ankle as I wondered what in the world had just happened.
"Are you okay?" Fang asked first, eyeing my graceless position sprawling on the floor.
"Yeah, I tried to stand by accident," I replied by way of explanation. Fang rolled his eyes, the tension leaving his shoulders. He had obviously been worried by my screeching.
Whoops.
"What happened with Nudge?" I continued, casting a worried glance in the direction she had fled.
"No idea," Fang answered, a hint of worry tightening the corners of his mouth. "Should we ask Gaz?"
"She's fine," Gazzy called from upstairs, his voice muffled and strange. "She just got a text from Terra and had to go."
"Okay," Fang said, raising his voice so Gazzy could hear. "Thanks, Gaz."
"No problem." I could hear Gazzy's door swing shut again. A moment later another explosion boomed through the house.
"How do the neighbors never call the police?" I mused aloud, my mind still on Nudge's rapid disappearance. I glanced down at my phone again, still clutched in my hand, and realized that the text Terra had sent me was also addressed to Nudge. The text Nudge had gotten from Terra was just another standard one of Terra worrying about her (lack of) relationship with Gazzy. It was no reason to bolt out of the door like the house was catching on fire.
So what had made her flee like that?
"Max? Fang? Are we gonna eat?" Angel asked, poking her head through the door.
I smiled, grabbing my crutches from beside me and carefully hopping to my feet again. "Sure thing, kiddo," I replied, crutching towards the hall. Fang waited until I passed before following me out, and a smile tugged at my mouth as I realized he was making sure I didn't fall again. Dating Fang was like having a silent guardian angel.
In ten minutes we had Angel settled down in the kitchen and happily munching away on her food. She babbled adorably on as she ate, telling us about every single aspect of her life. It was like having a mini, blonde Nudge sitting at the table. "And Ria and I went on the playground and played on the swings, and we pretended we was princesses of bluebirds. Except only I was princess of bluebirds and Ria was my best friend princess of squirrels. And the squirrels and the bluebirds had to unite to fight the evil princess of wolves because she wanted to capture us. In art class I drew a picture of me with wings like I had as princess of the bluebirds, 'cept that in the game my wings were blue but I wanted to have white wings in my picture because I'm Angel and angel wings are white, not blue. Ria didn't want to put a squirrely tail on her drawing though, so she just drew a crown and a furry dress. Ria's a good drawer, just like you Fang. Remember when you drawed us as princesses? Your drawing was perfect!" Angel paused to chomp down a few more of the dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. "I wish I had wings," she reflected. "I'd like to be able to fly."
Before Fang or I could respond, the doorbell rang. Angel leaped from her seat, dinosaur chicken and French fries instantly forgotten. "Ria!" she shrieked, sprinting for the door. She skidded around the corner in her socks, but continued undeterred at her breakneck speed. Fang quickly followed, and I was left to crutch frustratingly slowly behind to catch up. I gritted my teeth as my shoulder muscles burned with exertion. The stupid crutches and stupid medicine made my back ache like crazy. I couldn't wait to get off these things.
"Hey Dad," I heard Fang say as I rounded the corner that led to the front door. "Hi Ria," he added, crouching and giving his sister a hug.
"Hi Fang," Maria replied, squeezing her older brother back with her thin little arms before releasing him and tackling Angel. "Angel! I haven't seen you in yearses!" she screeched, hugging her best friend.
The little girls chattered agreeably about how it had been 'yearses' since they'd seen each other, forgetting about us older people as they wandered off into the house.
James Rianild chuckled as he watched Angel and Maria run off. "Those girls are something else," he remarked.
"Yeah, tell me about it," I snorted, grinning affectionately after them. "Fang and I tried to battle them in a water fight before. It ended horribly for our pride."
"I warned you not to try!" Fang protested, smirking as he nudged my shoulder.
I nearly toppled over from the light contact. My shoulders burned with an ache spreading across my shoulderblades and licking down my back. It was so distracting that I could barely concentrate on balancing, and the strain of crutches only made the pain worse. Fang noticed my struggle to stay upright, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me up. I instantly dropped the crutches, not caring where they landed as I leaned back gratefully into Fang's firm hold.
James stared in confusion at his son and I, previous conversation forgotten. "Are you all right, Max?" he asked, brows furrowing. I noticed that a touch of gray that hadn't been there a month ago was spreading across the roots of his hair.
"I told you crutches were a bad idea," I replied, trying to stay lighthearted. "They make my back ache like crazy. And even if that medicine is helping my ankle, it makes the rest of me feel awful."
James' face clouded with guilt, and he swiftly apologized. "I'm so sorry for causing you any extra pain," he said sympathetically. I could see his eyes rove between me and the tight, protective grip Fang had around me. "I wish there was another way," James murmured absently, a strange look on his face.
"Well at least I'm off crutches tomorrow," I offered, trying to put on a brave face. I stood up straight and leaned against the wall as Fang wordlessly let me go and bent to collect my crutches. "That should help."
The look of guilt on James' face only seemed to intensify. Whoops. "I'm sure," he replied, his voice just a bit too bright for the gloomy expression on his face. It appeared that he was trying to seem upbeat, but his expression was reacting just a bit slower than his tone for it to be believable. "Well, I'll pick you two up from here around eleven, okay? Call if the girls fall asleep before then." James started to back out the door, flashing us another smile before heading down the front path.
"Bye, James," I called after him.
"Later, Dad," Fang added, sending a quick half-smile after his dad before lapsing back to neutral. He looked at me, glancing disapprovingly at my crutches for a second. "Do you want me to carry you instead of using those things?" he offered, his forehead slightly creased with worry.
D'awwww. Fang was so adorable. I couldn't help but smile, but I still wasn't about to let him carry me. "I don't like being picked up," I replied primly, shaking my head no. "We've been over this multiple times before, Fang."
"But I like carrying you," he insisted, a roguish little smirky-smiley thing tugging at his mouth.
"Now isn't that too bad," I cooed sympathetically, starting to crutch back down the hallway. Fang followed behind me, just a touch too close to be considered normal. The hair on the back of my neck prickled, and I realized what was happening a split second before it actually happened. "Fang!" I shrieked, trying to crutch faster to avoid him.
It didn't work. Familiar arms circled my stomach before I could escape, yanking me upwards so that my body was no longer supported by the crutches. They clattered to the floor at the same moment I started yelping because my feet had lost contact with said floor. In a complicated maneuver that I didn't really understand the mechanics of, Fang twisted me up so that he was once more holding me bridal style against his chest, my bandaged ankle dangling safely in open air at his side. The nasty swoop in my stomach at being completely in someone else's grasp made an unwelcome reappearance. I did not like being picked up.
I glared at him. "I hate you," I informed him petulantly, turning my head away from his smirking face.
"Ouch," Fang replied. I could hear the smirk in his voice. It was ridiculous. "That really hurts, Max."
"Why does Max get to be carried? I wanna be carried!" Maria chirped, spotting us as we (Fang) walked into the kitchen. She jumped up from the chair where she had been helping herself to Angel's dinosaur chicken nuggets, latching onto Fang's leg.
Angel quickly followed, attaching herself to the free leg of my annoying boyfriend. "Yeah, Fang! Carry us!" she pleaded, blue eyes huge and cajoling. Maria mimicked her best friend, sending a pair of wide brown Bambi Eyes in his direction. They both knew they had him wrapped around their chubby little fingers.
Fang tried to avert his eyes, putting my body in between him and the little girls as a barrier. I sent him a smirk of my own, crossing my arms over my chest. "Yeah Fang, carry them," I repeated, giving him a smug look.
He carefully set me down at the table, making sure I was comfortably seated before yanking both little girls off of his legs and tossing them over his shoulders. "You want to be carried?" he asked them quietly, his eyes glinting in amusement as they both started shrieking with excitement. I laughed as Fang started jogging around the house, Maria and Angel bouncing and yelping with joy over his shoulders as they went.
Seriously, I was getting paid for this? This was the best babysitting job ever, hands down.
My phone buzzed again, and I pulled it out of my pocket in surprise. I had forgotten to actually send the reply text to Terra, so I wasn't expecting her to answer. I squinted at my phone, realizing that in all of the excitement I had missed more than one message. In the conversation I had with Terra and Nudge, there was now a little sequence of texts that had not been there ten minutes ago.
First was Nudge, replying to the original text: Maybe you should try to move on.
Then it was Terra, replying with a signature dramatic answer that Nudge, Ella, and I had grown very used to over the past couple weeks: I can't just give up! I could be making the mistake of my life!
Nudge seemed to be annoyed at that response, and I couldn't blame her. As much as I loved Terra, the only thing she ever seemed to want to talk about anymore was Gazzy. It was getting pretty irritating hanging out with her at times, when every comment would somehow start a conversation about our favorite blond soccer diva. He'll always be your friend, Terra, even if it turns out that he doesn't like you more than that.
Terra was not pleased with that answer. I don't want to be friends.
Nudge didn't respond.
I sighed, suddenly feeling weighed down. Great. Now I had girl drama to deal with.
And why had Nudge run out of the house in the first place? It obviously wasn't an emergency visit to Terra, if she was texting her right now. I frowned at my cell phone screen, rereading the texts.
I tried to force myself to look on the bright side. At least I was off crutches tomorrow. Maybe that would help lessen my irritating back pains. At least my ankle was healing. At least everything was perfect with Fang right now. At least my biggest worries were an argument brewing between Nudge and Terra, and Gazzy being moody. Well, there was the horrible truth I had just discovered about Max II being Mike Baxter's foster brother, and the fact that maybe my injury wasn't actually an accident, but an orchestrated event fueled by Max II's hate for me-
I stopped myself. Everything would be okay. It had to be.
"Hey Max! Come watch How to Train Your Dragon with us!" chirped Angel's voice from the living room.
Fang materialized in the doorway, a slight smile on his lips as he walked towards me. All depressing thoughts fled my head as I realized he was going to try to pick me up again. "No more carrying!" I protested, trying to squirm away from him. This was difficult, considering I was pretty much stranded in a chair.
"But Max, I love you," Fang said innocently, his dark eyes widening as he advanced on me.
My willpower crumbled. "Don't try to pull that card, or I'll smack you!" I threatened halfheartedly, trying to sound firm.
It was just a display of my irritating inability to resist Fang's persuasion tactics that approximately fifteen seconds later I was slung over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and scowling at his back as he carried me into the living room.
I really couldn't wait until I got my boot tomorrow and could walk again.
Someone's POV
The guilt was starting to catch up to me. The pain on her face, her naïveté that shielded her from believing anything was out of the ordinary. I couldn't stand it for much longer.
"Sir, Dylan is planning on severing ties with the other girl tomorrow so that he can focus properly on the main subject," my assistant informed me, popping his head into my office. "And Maxwell says to tell you that he's trying to get information about what could lure them all effectively into our hands."
"Why can't we just kidnap them all off the streets?" I asked tonelessly, keeping my eyes on my laptop screen. Pages of notes on Zephyr Richards stared back at me, facts and figures that I already knew. I clicked to the next pages. Maximum Ride. Monique Yolinta. Jonathan Fields. Nicholas Rianild. I had seen this file too many times to count. The guilt gnawed deeper.
"The boss said that the plan has changed," my assistant informed me, suddenly seeming hesitant.
"How so?" I murmured. My attention had just been caught by something new. The 'next' arrow at the bottom of the file was still glowing blue, informing me that there was another document to be viewed. I frowned. What other document was there? I had already passed through the ones pertaining to all of the subjects. I clicked the arrow.
My heart stopped.
"The boss says that we need to have a wider age range," my assistant continued, apparently unaware of the ultimate shock I was going through. "Jonathan is older, and the other subjects are mainly one age. The boss wants a younger subject involved too, as a test factor."
Younger.
I stared at the new subject, the one who had just been added. A smiling face stared back, blue eyes and blonde curls achingly familiar.
"The boss says that the Richards girl will do just fine."
Aha, yeah. So this chapter might not make any sense. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF IT DOESN'T, I HONESTLY CANNOT TELL DUE TO MY CONFUSED STATE OF CONCUSSEDNESS. To clear a bit up about the ponies, I've uploaded Nudge's POV of what happened upstairs in a new story called Deleted Scenes. I'd love if you gave it a read through. (: That should clear up Gazzy's behavior, but I didn't want to put it here because I didn't want to switch out of Max's POV. Also, Dynamite Sprinkles was Dylan, and Pebble Princess was Terra. Make sense?
I haven't been able to play soccer for 3 weeks because of this concussion. IT SUCKS.
Soooo… Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Happy New Year! Aha, I'm so smooth. (: It was also my birthday last Wednesday, which I happened to have finals testing on… ): wanna review as a birthday/Christmas present? (:
~TMI~