This Is The Story Of The Wild One.

July 25th, 2011.
3:00PM
(Max's outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/this_is_story_wild_one/set?id=115194670)
(She's also wearing red contact lenses)

Today wasn't very interesting. All that happened was that Andy and Ashley took me shopping and bought me things for my room, clothes, better art supplies and also an iPhone.

It was now 3 in the afternoon; Andy was upstairs in his room; Ashley had gone to the airport to pick up his 3 other band mates and I was sitting on the couch in the sitting room flicking through random channels on the flat screen TV. I wasn't used to having so many channels on TV. Back in NYC we had about 6 channels so this was all new to me. But after a while I got bored of channel surfing so I just shut off the TV completely and laid down on my back, staring up at the white ceiling thinking. Thinking about my dad, thinking about Andy & Ashley and thinking about what I was going to do tonight.

I don't know how long I was laying there for but it was for quite a while. I, for whatever reason, could spend hours on end just staring into space thinking about things and day dreaming. When I was younger and in school teachers always complained to my parents that I was always daydreaming. My mother was angry at the fact that I was not "fully focused on my education" but my dad always laughed it off and told my teachers that I got it from him. When I was around 7 I remember him telling me that I had a very strong imagination and that it was a 'gift'. I guess that's true because still, to this day, at the age of 15 I think more of the impossible then the possible.

"Max!" Andy's deep voice yelled, making me switch back to reality.
"What?" I yelled back, mocking his tone as I sat up. Andy was now sat at the breakfast bar on his laptop.
"I've been sat here watching you for the past 20 minutes and all you've been doing is staring at the ceiling, are you sure you're okay?" He asked, his voice sounding concerned.
"I'm fine." I said, glaring at him.
"Really? You don't seem it." He frowned.
"Yes Andy, I'm fucking fine." I muttered, standing up, heading for the stairs.
"Wait!" Andy called as I started walking away.
"What?"
"Do you want something to eat?" He asked me.
"No." I said as I continued my way up the stairs and into my room.

When I got in my room I decided to change into something more comfy because I was going to paint something on my easel and there was no point in wearing my normal clothes if all I was going to do is get paint on them. I opened my closet door and chose out a sweater, tank top, some comfy shorts and socks. [Max's outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=117389701]. After that I got everything I needed ready: paints, paint brushes, pencils and a palette to mix paints together. Next I got my brand new iPhone and put it on the dock station Ashley bought me this morning and put some music on. When Ash bought my phone he and Andy put a bunch of music on it that they said I might like so that's what I was listening too.
Now I was ready to start painting.

I started off by sketching out a huge ship going through a storm. When I finished sketching I started mixing different shades of blues, greens, greys and some white to get the perfect colour for the sea. I finally got the perfect colour and started filling in the ocean with a deep blue colour. After the deep blue I planned to go over it again with different shades blues, greens and some white to make it look more realistic. Painting the sea was taking a long while so I was quite glad I had some music to entertain me. I really enjoyed some of the music Ashley & Andy had put onto my phone, especially one of the bands named Of Mice & Men.

About 2 hours later I was getting bored and really wanted a smoke so I set my pallet and brush on the floor and went over to my desk. I picked up my pack of cigarettes and lighter, walked over to my big window, opened it and stepped out of it. I sat down on the little roof that I jumped off yesterday and lit up my cigarette. I took a long drag and smiled. It had been a while since I last smoked. I took another drag while I rolled up the left sleeve on my sweater and looked down at the slightly faded scar on my forearm that started right below the palm of my hand and ended about 5cm away from my elbow. If there was one thing I hated about my body most it would be that scar.

I put out my cigarette and lobbed it across the street, as I did so a black fancy-ass car pulled up in front of the house and 4 men all wearing black piled out of the car. I recognised one as Ashley but the other 3 must be his band mates, the 3 guys I'm going to be stuck living with as well as Andy and Ashley. Great.
I climbed back inside my room and closed my window. I chucked my cigarettes and lighter back on my desk and started clearing up my paints. I had to clean it up because the smell of paint made me feel really sick. I put the pallet and paint brush in my little white sink in the bathroom, closed all the paints up and put them away and then I took my phone off my dock and put it on my bedside table. Just as I did so Ashley knocked on my door telling me to come down stairs and meet everyone. I mentally groaned as I grabbed my sketch book and artist pencils, knowing I would be stuck down stairs for ages.

I left my room and padded down stairs. Everyone was there watching TV, talking about whatever they talk about. I walked across the room, over to the breakfast bar and sat on a stool.
"Hey Max." Ashley smiled at me.
"Hey.." I faked a smile back. This was my final day of putting on a nice act.
"Okay so let me introduce you to everyone. This is Jake," Ashley said pointing to an average looking man who had a tattoo across his chest, "this is CC," Ashley pointed to a very tall, but not Andy tall, man who was wearing a black bandanna, "and this is Jinxx" Ashley pointed again to a short man who was wearing eyeliner.
They all said hello to me and I did the same back.
"Okay, so Max tell us about yourself." Andy said.
"There's nothing to tell."
"Bullshit, come on Max. Share." Ashley rolled his eyes.
I glared at him, "uh.. I'm 15, I'm a vegetarian and like animals more than humans, I like to draw and skateboard.."
"Wait." CC barged in,"You skateboard?"
"Yeah.."
"Cool." He smiled.
"So.. what got you into art?" Jinxx asked.
"My dad worked for DC and he was always drawing so I did the same."
The very second I said that Andy's eye went wide and his mouth fell open.
"W-what?" He spluttered.
"Oh shit.." I heard Jake mutter.
"What?" I asked confused.
"What did you just say?" Andy repeated.
"That I drew a lot when I was younger?"
"No before that."
"That my dad worked for DC Comics as an illustrator?"
And if it was even possible Andy's eyes went even wider. He got up out of his seat on the couch and came and sat next to me. He then started asking me all kinds of questions about DC.

"Holy shit shut up." I groaned as Andy kept asking me question after question about dad's job. Everyone else was laughing quietly at my misery.
"But I wanna know about what DC headquarters is like." He pouted.
"Tell you what. If I draw you Batman, like my dad would have for a comic, will you shut up?"
"Yes."

I sighed, opening my sketch book to a fresh page and started drawing the outline of Batman's body and cape. I split the page in half, one side would be what Batman's suit and cape looked like back in 1939 and then the other side would be what Batman's suit and cape looks like to this day [2011]. About 5 months ago I saw my dad drawing something kind of similar to this, since it was so long ago I won't get in any trouble for drawing it because if they wanted to publish or do something with the picture they would have already.

I got to drawing in Batman's facial details when Jake asked me what I wanted from the pizzeria. I said a small cheese pizza, when I did so Andy gave me a little side glare and I could guess why. I took no notice though and continued with drawing.
The pizza arrived while I was finishing off Batman's cape, all I had to do was the body and I was done. I ate my pizza while I drew. I didn't eat much of my pizza though as I wasn't really hungry which earned me another look from Andy (he was still sitting next to me at the breakfast bar). I, once again, took no notice of him and continued shading in Batman's body. All the guys were watching a movie at this point which I didn't know the name of and had no interest in it either.
About five minutes after I ate my pizza I hopped off my stool and walked over to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.
"Holy shit." I heard Andy whisper as I just opened the refrigerator.
"What?" I asked as I grabbed a bottle of water and closed the refrigerator, turns out Andy had picked up my sketch book and he was looking at the Batman I was in the middle of drawing. I walked back to the stool and sat down.
"You're fucking amazing." Andy said.
"I'm not that good you know." I muttered, taking my sketch book out of his hands and setting it back down on the counter. I took a sip of water before picking back up my pencil and continuing with sketching the body.
"You are Max, if I didn't know any better I would think that's a photo copy from one of the comics and considering you're only 15 that's pretty fucking amazing."
"Yeah right." I yawned and looked up at the clock that sat on the wall across the room and above the TV. I couldn't tell the time very well, it was either 10 till 8 or 8 past 10. Either way it was to early to go too sleep but I was already sleepy. I continued with my drawing anyway.

It only took me 10 minuets after that to finish the whole thing. It turned out okay, it's not the best drawing I've done but not the worst either.
"Here." I had ripped the page out of my sketch book and passed it to Andy.
"You have talent kid." He whispered to me.
"Uhuh sure." I yawned again. Damn I was tired. In New York what I would normally do is go to bed at around 11, wake myself up at 2 in the morning and go out and do whatever, come back home at around 5 and then sleep again but this past week I've not been doing that so my sleep schedule is fucked up. I put my head in my hands and looked down at my now blank sketch book, trying to decide what to draw next.

Some how I managed to zone out and I didn't even realise until a hand was waved in front of my face.
"Nope, she just zoned out again." I heard Andy say.
"Huh?"
"Oh we were just wondering if you were falling asleep or just daydreaming." Ashley told me as he got up off the couch and walked to the refrigerator to get what I'm assuming is a beer.
"I still don't get how you just zone out like that." Andy said.
"Me either. My dad used to do it too, when he was younger, but as he got older he didn't daydream as much." I replied.
"Then when you're older you'll probably stop zoning out as much."
"Probably." I yawned, "Anyway, I'm going to bed now."
"Night Max." Andy ruffled my hair.
I hopped off my stool and headed for the stairs. Once at the stairs I climbed them, walked down the hallway and went inside my room. I got my phone on my bed side table and set an alarm for 2am. After I set my alarm and laid down on my bed.

The second my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

Notes

Aye it's been a while again;-;
I'm sorry my laptop is literally dying. Like it shuts its self off every 5 minuets so this chapter was a pain in the ass to put up, but it's here finally c:
I'm very very excited for this story. It's super old but I really really love it:)

The reason why I can update this story but not my other one is because this is an old story of mine and all I have to do to it is edit it a bit where as my other one is written from scratch.

I love you guys so much

Never Give In, Never Back Down and We'll Brave This Storm.
~FlareOfTheDevil~