Chapter 1: Flying To Forks
Okay, planes? Great invention! Love them! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love flying myself. Just me and the wind, but on a plane, you get to sit and relax. It's heated and dry and you can eat and sleep while you fly!
Yeah, maybe it takes so much longer and you have to go when there is a flight, not just whenever you want, but, hello? You can fly through clouds without getting sopping wet!
So, anyway, I was relaxing on a plane somewhere over Kentucky, listening to my Ipod. We were flying to Forks, Washington. The Flock had decided they wanted to settle down for a while, just a couple of months they promised me. Fang and I had spent ages looking for a suitable place. We came across Forks. It's supposed to be quiet. It rains most of the year so they don't get many tourists.
I, of course, immediately objected to the rain idea. I am a sunshine girl, but Mom convinced me. I sighed. I hadn't wanted to leave Mom and Ella, but we couldn't swamp them forever with all six of us. They were coming to visit soon anyway bringing Total and Akila. The good thing was; we weren't going back to school, just yet, so we had all day free to ourselves. The kids wanted to go, and I agreed that we would go after settling in to our house.
School. I shivered at even the thought of it.
You should go Maximum; you might learn something of use to you, The Voice put in.
Yeah right, because they have so many classes on how to save the world!
Sarcasm, you gotta love it!
Just give it a try Maximum.
I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. The Voice was almost as eager to go to school as Nudge was. It even tried to talk me into it as often as Nudge did.
I jumped when Fang tapped my arm and yanked my headphones out.
"You okay?" He asked, concerned.
"I thought you had given up on being concerned for me," I only half joked. He raised an eyebrow his eyes telling me he wasn't going to drop it. I sighed, "The Voice is getting on at me again."
"What does it want now?"
"It says I should go to school in Forks. Something about learning something useful." I shrugged.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," I said truthfully, "I think I'm just going to see how things go. Check out the town and the school, get settled in. Then decide. What do you think?"
Fang nodded, and then turned his attention to the laptop on the table in front of him.
In the absence of anything else to do, I looked around the plane. It was quite small, a set of two seats either side of the isle. I was sitting at the very front of the plane, on the far side from the door, next to Fang. Who had stolen the window seat! Angel was behind me, Nudge behind Fang. They were sleeping peacefully, leaning against each other. Gazzy and Iggy sat across the isle from us, murmuring quietly to each other.
The flock were most defiantly the youngest on board, the next youngest passengers being a pair of middle-aged business people in pinstriped suits. Then there were lots of old couples, most of who were sleeping. I looked at a man behind Iggy. He was snoring. His head to one side, mouth open. The man was drooling onto his newspaper. Eew!
I looked at a guy standing about 2 feet away from where I was sitting. He was one of the crew and he was talking into a microphone. He was young, probably early 20's. If it wasn't for The Flock he would be the youngest on the whole plane. The guy met my gaze and nodded at me, smiling. I smiled back and he stuttered.
Angel giggled behind me. I turned to see her whisper to Nudge, who giggled as well.
"What?" I asked.
"He thinks you're really hot and is trying to decide if he should give you his number," she said simply. Nudge giggled as I glowered darkly at Angel. Why did they have to wake up? I turned back round, my arm accidentally hitting my can of soda. Fang snorted as it spilled all over the magazine I had been pretending to read.
"Hey, here you go," I looked up to see the announcements guy. He handed me a couple of napkins and a bit of paper, smiling at me again, "Do you want another magazine?"
"No, that's fine. Thanks," I said.
"I'm Logan, by the way"
"Max" I said smiling easily. I was getting good at talking to normal people!
He nodded then walked slowly away looking slightly dazed. I frowned, then shrugged and started cleaning up the soda. I looked at the bit of paper. It was Logan's number.
Blushing, I glanced at Fang. He was watching me, his jaw tight. I didn't recognise the expression.