Max

"You forgot."

"I didn't forget," Max retorted, turning her head to snap back at Vaughn before continuing in her fast stride back the way she'd come. "He just slipped my mind..."

"You forgot." He concludes once again.

Mister 'I don't exist and therefor can't be tracked.' Had gotten himself a tracfone (I know ironic right?) the moment Percy had left him with a paper and his phone number on it for Vaughn. The blonde using "Oh I'm waiting for a new phone to come on the mail. Dropped my last one in a puddle before it tragically got ran over." As his excuse for not giving Percy his own instead. The idea wasn't even his own as he had really seen it happen live one night when he was still but a voice in her head as she was watching- stalking -watching (she was a person with a lot of free time....) Wade and had happened to see him trying to text Peter while he was off on a job only for someone to run into the deadly mercenary and the phone flew out of his hands, skitter onto the asphalt into a puddle before a yellow cab crushed it, dosing Wade in a spray of disgusting street sewer water frozen in shock before he had raised his hand to the sky to totally flip off the author of their world.

"Now you're just trying to change the subject and make me look like I'm not creative." Vaughn said pointedly, not looking up from his new, sadly out of place looking keyboard phone (it's the- huh... probably shouldn't state a the year huh? That way future children that may come upon this fic in the ancient, rusty corners of the Internet of this day and age won't have to imaging everything as old and so old fashioned. (Yes I know that sentenced royally sucked, don't judge kidos)....)

"That was pitiful,"

"I didn't do anything I was just walking." Max defended. They had earlier confirmed it was wrong that she had absentmindedly forgotten her Soulmate but Vaughn mentioned Something about Grey being discussed in the last chapter and she couldn't be blamed for getting distracted.

"Not so good at reading between the details yet huh?" Vaughn asked looking up at her.

"We all know that the only reason I even understand the fourth wall is because of you, oh powerful mind reader." She said flatly, her expression matching. "I can barely grasp the concept on my own, only getting glimpses her and there of what makes up the world. Like how sometimes everything is sort of dim and not detailed when it comes to certain locations. I know some of my missions have locations like that but it's about the only time I notice it. Normally I'm just taking a flying leap at breaking the unbreakable. The city looks normal and full, I see my own and Peter and Wade's old apartment as completely normal."

"They actually don't go to deep into what the city or apartments look like. That's left to be imagined mostly by the readers." Vaughn said as he returned to typing to Percy.

"How does that make sense? Then wouldn't everything keep shifting and looking different along with what he looked like depending on the reader?" Max asked as they continued on.

"Either we see what the author imagines us and the world to look like or it's all filled in with our own abilities and the universe filling in gaps the author assumes most readers will be able to imagine on their own. What is written down doesn't limit us to what's going on. Sometimes chapters skip days or months but we still live out our life in that time skip. They only get bits and pieces instead of the full experience. Our lives don't end or pause when then book is finished. The author had simply decided to stop showing others what happens in our world. We keep living ok and our small universe continues to expand and move forward without them. Just because prehistoric times weren't written down doesn't mean they didn't happen. It just means no one took the time to write it down and the same is for the future and the small instances that happen behind the scenes. Like going to the bathroom. That isn't written down but it happens right?" The violet eyed shifter said looking up again before shoving the blue phone in his pocket just before some large man nearly knocks him over as the smaller tries to weave around the sudden crowd of people. They had walked into a more crowded area with more stores, it was to be expected for the lithe shifter to struggle. He wasn't a pushed or shoved when he could help it.

"That's just wrong. Why'd you have to bring that up? How do I my know they know when I'm taking a shower or something?" Max asked with a mildly horrified look, her tone of voice indifferent.

"You don't. And you just have to live with that for the rest of your life."

"Jeez. Thanks for that." She said, as she sent a glare back at him as the other smiled back.

"Max!" Jaden called out, drawing the pairs attention back to the crowd. It split ever just enough for them to see the shorter teenager jogging over. "What the hell was that?"

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