7:37 P.M. Not really a good time for a girl to sleep.
Why? There's multiple Ответы to that. One: When the Любовь of your life leaves Ты with a robotic bird kid that will do everything to get your love, you're kind of stressed out. Two: After waking up at twelve that день anyways, Ты could probably do with going to sleep at 10:00 P.M., right? And three: I barely get sleep anyways. So Ты can probably understand why I got up, made myself some coffee, and sat in the кухня for no apparent reason in my bath robe. (Yeah, I 'borrowed' it. From Wallmart.)
I thought of the following in this order:
1)Dylan
2)Angel
3)Saving the world - yippee.
4)Flock
5)... Fang ....
Dylan is nice and all, but he's just a BIT pushy, Ты know? And he just isn't right for me. So there's a big no-no with dating. или liking.
Энджел was either dead или kidnapped. No, I refused to believe she was dead. My baby wasn't dead. It wasn't possible.
Saving the world? If I was proud, I'd be like, 'Puh-lease! I can do that with one wing tied behind my back.' But I'm not proud. I was scared and uncertain.
The flock was difficult to manage at the moment. They seemed to think I'd start breaking down или something if they сказал(-а) something wrong. Come on, I'm not a SOFTIE!
Fang ... Fang was-and is- my life. I needed him back. If he didn't ... oh, I was after him. And I would beat him up. THEN I would Любовь him.
"Max? I thought Ты would be sleeping. It's 11:24." Gazzy walked in, his slightly too big Transformer PJ's loose on him. And will Ты look at that- it WAS 11:24. How time could fly. Literally. (Get it? Fly? Nevermind.)
"Honey, Ты know I don't sleep much. In fact, Ты should be sleeping right now."
"I couldn't sleep," He protested.
"Well, why don't Ты sit out on the porch a little? I'll be right there to Присоединиться Ты in a second," I suggested.He padded out of the room. Ah, young kids. Gotta Любовь them.
Yeah, we were at my mom's house. Just to let Ты know.
"What the h-? Max! Max, hurry, come here!" Gazzy yelled, a terrified note in his voice. I was immediately. on both feet. It's a habit, Ты know?
I raced outside. "What? What is it?"
Quick check: Gazzy in one piece, no blood on him, no Eraser with gun.
"Look! Look!" Gazzy cried, pointing to the ground near a куст, буш about three yards away from the porch.
I stepped closer and peered at whatever it was. And gasped, retreating.
Fang, blood going from his head and neck.
And he wasn't looking too good, life-to-death wise.
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Why? There's multiple Ответы to that. One: When the Любовь of your life leaves Ты with a robotic bird kid that will do everything to get your love, you're kind of stressed out. Two: After waking up at twelve that день anyways, Ты could probably do with going to sleep at 10:00 P.M., right? And three: I barely get sleep anyways. So Ты can probably understand why I got up, made myself some coffee, and sat in the кухня for no apparent reason in my bath robe. (Yeah, I 'borrowed' it. From Wallmart.)
I thought of the following in this order:
1)Dylan
2)Angel
3)Saving the world - yippee.
4)Flock
5)... Fang ....
Dylan is nice and all, but he's just a BIT pushy, Ты know? And he just isn't right for me. So there's a big no-no with dating. или liking.
Энджел was either dead или kidnapped. No, I refused to believe she was dead. My baby wasn't dead. It wasn't possible.
Saving the world? If I was proud, I'd be like, 'Puh-lease! I can do that with one wing tied behind my back.' But I'm not proud. I was scared and uncertain.
The flock was difficult to manage at the moment. They seemed to think I'd start breaking down или something if they сказал(-а) something wrong. Come on, I'm not a SOFTIE!
Fang ... Fang was-and is- my life. I needed him back. If he didn't ... oh, I was after him. And I would beat him up. THEN I would Любовь him.
"Max? I thought Ты would be sleeping. It's 11:24." Gazzy walked in, his slightly too big Transformer PJ's loose on him. And will Ты look at that- it WAS 11:24. How time could fly. Literally. (Get it? Fly? Nevermind.)
"Honey, Ты know I don't sleep much. In fact, Ты should be sleeping right now."
"I couldn't sleep," He protested.
"Well, why don't Ты sit out on the porch a little? I'll be right there to Присоединиться Ты in a second," I suggested.He padded out of the room. Ah, young kids. Gotta Любовь them.
Yeah, we were at my mom's house. Just to let Ты know.
"What the h-? Max! Max, hurry, come here!" Gazzy yelled, a terrified note in his voice. I was immediately. on both feet. It's a habit, Ты know?
I raced outside. "What? What is it?"
Quick check: Gazzy in one piece, no blood on him, no Eraser with gun.
"Look! Look!" Gazzy cried, pointing to the ground near a куст, буш about three yards away from the porch.
I stepped closer and peered at whatever it was. And gasped, retreating.
Fang, blood going from his head and neck.
And he wasn't looking too good, life-to-death wise.
THANKS FOR READING!! IF Ты WANT ME TO CONTINUE, PLEASE LEAVE A Комментарий AND TELL ME IF I SHOULD, AND I WILL! THANK YOU!!