A/N: Ok so this is my first maximum ride fan fiction. I love the idea I had for this one… review if you like it! Enjoy guys! : D
Chapter 1:
I quietly closed the front door of our house. Or what was left of it. I could barely see a thing, it was almost midnight. I threw my bag over my shoulder. I looked down at Gazzy, my little brother. His wavy blood hair and his innocent blue eyes both glistened in the moonlight. He knew what we were doing. I had to get him out of here before I left tomorrow. I was supposed to go move in with my mom in LA and Gazzy was getting put in foster care. Why you ask? Our dad died less than a week ago and now Gazzy had no other relatives and I only had my mom. I couldn't let Gazzy go in an orphanage. I was all the family he had left. I could do that to him so now were back to us sneaking out in the middle of the night. I took Gazzy's hand and we walked to my car. He looked around anxiously making sure no one was watching. I opened the passenger side and set him in. I closed the door as quiet as I could and walked to the driver's side. I threw the door opened and stepped inside throwing our bags in the back seat. We both buckled and I started the car. I had just got my drivers license a week ago, thank god for that. I pulled away from our house sadly. I really didn't want to go and live in LA. I was perfectly happy living in Minnesota with my dad. Everything was Perfect there, I had friends. I got good grades and most of all I was happy. Then my whole happy life died along with my dad.
"Maxie?" Gazzy said I looked at him. He was the only person who was allowed to call me my anything but Max. If they called me by anything they would have some broken bones.
"Yah Gaz?" I asked. Gazzy wasn't really his name. His name was Zephyr. I know what you're thinking who would name a kid Zephyr? Well he hated it so I nicknamed him Gazzy because well, his gas.
"Isn't this wrong?" he asked. I sighed. He never took risks but he was only 7 so wasn't like he was a rebel yet.
"Do you want to go in a orphanage?" I demanded. He looked at me and shook his head.
"But what's your mom going to think?" he asked. He got me on that one. I had no idea.
"I don't know Gaz but I promise I won't let her send you back here." I vowed. He sighed.
"I don't want to move." He whined. I smiled.
"Me either." I told him. He yawned. "go to sleep Gaz, it's a hour drive to the airport." I sighed. He looked at me and nodded. He rested his head on the window and closed his eyes. Minutes later I heard him snoring. I looked out the window quietly. What would my mother do when she saw Gazzy. She wouldn't make him go back would she? I shook my head. Everything was so much simpler when dad was alive. I silently thought about my father for the first time in days. He had gotten cancer right before my 16th birthday a month ago. Gazzy and I had cared as much as we could to try to keep him alive. He started to get better but then it took a turn for the worst. He couldn't even get out of bed anymore. I made sure that Gazzy didn't know how bad he was. The week he dad died Gazzy was at a friends house. I had gone to pick him up and when I got back I walked into my fathers room to see him with his eyes wide and blood covering his shirt. I ran to his side tears filling up my eyes. He had been murdered. I knew it. in his hand was a note. It read:
Max,
You need to know that
He hadn't finished. What did I need to know? I thought to myself. I grabbed the note and tucked it in my pocket.
"Gazzy! Call 911!" I screamed. 20 minutes later an ambulance was out side and they were putting dad in a black bag telling is they were sorry but they couldn't help him. Gazzy cried in my chest and a man told us that Gazzy would have to go into foster care, which made Gazzy cry more. I glared at the man and then stood up and lost it.
"You really thinks that's the thing he wants to hear right now?" I demanded to the man. He frowned and walked away then and I pulled Gazzy in my arms where I let him cry on my shoulder. I sighed looking out the window again. We were about a half hour away from the airport. I clicked on the radio turning the channel until I gave up trying to find a song.
"Max?" Gazzy said. I turned towards him confused. I didn't know he was up.
"I thought you were sleeping. What is it?" I asked him. He shrugged and looked at me with bambi eyes.
"Will you sing?" he asked. I looked at him wearily.
"Do I have to?" I asked him. He nodded. I didn't think I had as good as a voice as Gazzy thought. He said I sang like an angel, I beg to differ. I thought I sounded like a dying cow.
"Max you sound amazing. " he told me. Gazzy knew me so well; sometimes I thought he could read my mind.
"Fine, I grumbled, grab a CD." He smiled and pulled open the CD case. He handed me the fray CD. I had no idea how he could like the fray that much. Not that I hated them, I just didn't obsess over them like a teenage girl. I clicked through the songs until I found my favorite: How to save a life. I loved this song. It was one of the songs on the CD that I could relate to. The intro came and then I started singing.
Step one, you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
'Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And I pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life.
The song ended then and Gazzy smiled to himself as he pulled out the CD and put it back in the case. He went to pick another one but I stopped him.
"We're almost there." I told him. He nodded and looked aout the window again. "what you thinking about?" I asked him. I could tell he was bored. He looked back at me.
"I was just wondering how it would be to fly." He told me.
"You mean to be a bird?" I asked. He nodded and sighed.
"they are just free. They don't have to worry about things or where they're going." He explained. I chuckled.
"How would you know you're no a bird!" I laughed. Messing up his hair. He laughed.
"I thought I t would just be fun! Hey max! the airport!" he exclaimed. I smiled at him and nodded.
"yup! What does the clock say?" I asked him.
"1:00." He told me. "wow! I've never been up this late!" he added happy. I laughed.
"It's just a one time thing." I said. He pouted and I parked the car. We both got out, grabbing our bags. I took his hand and we walked in the entrance. We waited in line and then gave a lady our tickets. We walked on the plane and took our seats. We have an eight hour flight to LA. Did I mention I hated plane rides too? Well yah I do. I sighed closing my eyes. Please let this not be as bad as it seems. I sighed. Well how bad could moving in with my mom be? Yah, it would be bad I decided. Well, it's not like I haven't been there. I would be strong for Gazzy. I would at least try to call this place home. I might actually be happy there.
Might.