A Maximum Ride Short Short Short Story

By Fluffy Bunnies Are So Cute

"'We'll be friends forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. 'Even longer,' Pooh answered."

-Winnie the pooh

She had been running carelessly through the park when she had gotten hit by a car. It had turned around a corner and rammed into her as she had obliviously been running with her ear buds in. On impact, she had smashed into the window shield and rolled off the car onto the ground, wiped out cold.

That was what he had been informed.

Now, she was currently residing in the nearest hospital to the incident, and he had rushed over to the building, demanding to see her. He almost wished he hadn't, though.

She looked so much paler than her normal, healthy tan. She was frail, bandaged up, and delicate. He would have chuckled, knowing that she would hate seeing herself in this state, but he couldn't find humor in this situation.

Thankfully, she wasn't in a coma; she was only resting. But she had a nasty concussion and possible brain damage, although the doctors were not yet positive.

He sat beside her makeshift hospital bed and held one of her pale hands in his own. He let out a sigh, clenching her hand as if it was his life source—although not too much where it would inflict pain on her.

You'll be okay, Max, he thought, staring at her sleeping face. She had to be okay. She was his best friend since he could possibly remember, and he couldn't imagine a life without her. And there was the fact that he wanted to be more with her, although right now, that didn't matter.

All that mattered was that he wanted his best friend back.

He let out a sigh and pulled out a book he had brought with him for sentimental reasons. Then, he flipped it open to one of the dog-eared pages, and began to read aloud from Winnie the Pooh.

"'We'll be friends forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. 'Even longer,' Pooh answered," he said, reading calmly and soothingly. His low voice echoed around the room as he read one of her favorite quotes from her favorite book when they were younger.

It, too, was one of his favorites, although it was only recently he began to truly value that simple statement. He began to realize how it related to him and Max—he was Pooh and she was Piglet, as childish as it may seem.

Despite the fact that he and Max might never become "more," he knew their friendship was unstoppable, invincible, and unbreakable. It was a bond to last more than a lifetime—a bond to last forever.

He stroked her bruised face lightly with his hand, and her eyes flew wide open, revealing her chocolate brown orbs.


The word—his name—fell out of her chapped lips, and he heard the book fall to the bed as he gathered her face tenderly in his hands.

And as he stared down at her, he knew she'd be okay.

He knew he would be okay despite how life may turn out, because she was alive, safe, and with him—how it would be for forever, and even longer.