Fang," I said, my voice breaking. "Just live, okay? Live and be okay."
With no warning, I leaned down and kissed his mouth, just like that.
"Ow," he said, touching his split lip, then he and I stared at each other in shock.
But if I could do anything?
Maybe you would want to be able to save the world, the Voice said. Did you ever think of that?
No. I frowned. Leave that to the grown-ups.
But grown-ups are the ones destroying the world, the Voice said. Think about it.
Max—you have a bigger mission than finding the flock's parents. Focus on helping the whole world,
not just your friends.
I held my wings steady, coasting for a long, long way on a warm updraft. It was like floating on a
cloud, the best feeling you can imagine. I wish you could try it with me. Maybe next time.
You know, Voice, I thought finally, my friends are my world.
He knew that people were staring at him. He looked different. Even different from other Erasers. He wasn't as —seamless. He didn't look as human as the rest of them did when they weren't morphed. He kind of looked morphy all the time. He hadn't seen his plain real face in —a long time.
"I know who you are."
Ari almost jumped —he hadn't noticed the boy slide onto the bench next to him.
He frowned down at the small, open face. "What?" he growled. This was when the little boy would get scared and probably turn and run. It always happened.
The boy smiled. "1 know who you are," he said, pointing at Ari happily.
Ari just snarled at him.
The boy wiggled with excitement. "You're Wolverine!"
Ari stared at him.
"You look awesome, dude," said the boy. "You're totally my favorite. You're the strongest one of all of them and the coolest too. I wish 1 was like you."
Ari almost gagged. No one had ever, ever said anything like that to him.
Stichwörter: sad wish cute werewolf kid superhero meeting wolverine
Everybody in!" I said.
Which was when we discovered the final problem.
Little Echos aren't designed to hold six, count them six, larger-than-average-sized children.
And their wings.
And a dog.
"This is like a clown car," Total grumbled front my lap in the front seat.
"Why does the dog get to sit in your lap?'' Gazzy asked plaintively, as we rattled and banged down the dark streets. "How about a kid?"
"Oh. 'The dog.' Very nice," said Total.
"Because you're not allowed to have people on your lap in the front seats," I explained. "It's not safe. If a cop saw us, we'd be stopped for sure. You want Total back there?"
Everyone in the back screamed no at the same time.
Stichwörter: funny dog car lol talking-dog
There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.
James PattersonStichwörter: life funny crazy lol nuts
I’m not comfortable in this stadium,” I explained, trying to look calm.
“I know. And you hate Fang looking at those girls. But we’re still having
fun, and Fang still loves you, and you’ll still save the world. Okay?
Stichwörter: innocence love jealousy girl cute kid saving-the-world
I hate you!” I screamed at Fang. Tucking my wings in, I aimed downward,
diving toward the ground at more than two hundred miles an hour.
“No you dooonnn’t!” Fang’s voice spiraled away into nothingness, far above
me.
Inside my head, almost drowned out by the roar of wind rushing by my ears, I
heard the Voice make a tsking sound. You guys are crazy about each other, it
said.
Stichwörter: love hate fight crazy flying hate-to-love crazy-in-love
You have terminated me,” one of them said in a strange, flat voice. “But I
am one of many.”
“Robots!” Iggy breathed, taking Total from Angel.
“One of many, one of many, one of many,” the robot Eraser was saying. Now
Nudge saw the red light in its eyes, saw how they were fading and winking out.
“Good!” spat the Gasman, kicking it hard. “Because we like to blow stuff up,
blow stuff up, blow stuff up!
Stichwörter: fight funny flying lol bombs robot blow-up repeating
Max, you can change your mind.” His voice was like autumn leaves dropping
lightly onto the ground.
“I don’t know how.”
Then my throat felt tight, and I rubbed my fists against my eyes. I dropped
my face onto my arms, crossed over my knees. This sucked! I wanted to be back
with the oth-
Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my
chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so
softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making
me shiver.
I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?”
“Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over,
tilted my chin up, and kissed me.
Stichwörter: love kissing kiss oh-my-god caressing change-your-mind omgomgomgomgomg otp
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