89Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or the song this story is based off of.
It was dead silent. No, it was beyond that. Fang groggily took a glance over at the clock. He blinked a few times to focus on the red lights. Eventually, the numbers grew clearer to him.
Four in the morning, he thought, are you serious?
He rolled over on the bed, and his arm brushed up against something. Fang lifted his head to remember who was next to him. A smile crept to his face when he saw her.
Max.
Fang knew he had never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he would have loved to tell Max how he felt. There were so many possibilities that he saw in her eyes. He had spent many, many nights just wondering how much he really liked her, about how much she meant to him. Maybe he liked her more than he thought. Maybe he loved her. If so, then this whole love thing was so new to him. There was one thing that Fang was entirely certain of, though. It was the real deal, and he prayed that she felt the same. Part of him had a feeling that she did.
As he gazed at her sleeping form, Fang thought about her. Every morning, she was the first thing on his mind when he woke up. She was his strength, and with her he could make it through anything. For as long as he had her, Fang knew that he could do it. Nothing— no one— could take her place. Fang chuckled quietly to himself. Max stirred, but she didn't wake up to Fang's pleasure.
Her body flipped around; her sleeping figure now facing him. She subconsciously tossed her hand over, landing on Fang's chest. His heart began to beat faster. Max would never know this, but Fang felt like she was some drug. When she was around, he felt warm, even when it was cold outside. There was no doubt— no way— that he'd ever give her or that feeling up.
Fang wondered if this is how it was like in movies of books. They always talked about searching their whole lives to find the one person that was right for them. That was kind of how he felt right now. He looked over at the clock again. It was still only a little past four. There was this strong desire Fang had to tell her all of a sudden. After all, they lived in a constant battle field, and any day could be their last. Fang silently prayed that he would have enough time to tell her some day.
Once he thought about it, Fang realized that he and Max sort of fit together like a puzzle. There were no missing pieces, just a few which needed to be placed. No doubt, he really did like her. He liked her a lot. It just seemed so natural to be with her, at least, when it wasn't awkward. His thoughts drifted further, and he knew that he would never let go of what he had.
Max moved again, but her eyes slowly fluttered open this time. Fang looked down at her and smiled. She looked so sweet and innocent when she was half asleep.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hi," she whispered back. Max slowly drew back her arm, which had still been settled across Fang's chest. Fang grinned coolly as she blushed.
"Nightmares?" he asked.
Max shook her head. "No," she slurred, "nothing unmanageable." Fang nodded and thoughtlessly reached across her shoulders to rub her arm. At first, Max was frozen in her place, but she soon relaxed against his side.
"It was actually a good one," she mumbled with her eyes closed. "It was about you, you know."
"No, I wouldn't know," Fang said with a sigh. "I can't read minds."
"I'm kind of glad you don't," Max said halfheartedly.
Fang shrugged. "Yeah, I do, too, but only sometimes."
Max smiled, moving closer to Fang for the warmth. His heart melted, as she breathed on his shoulder. He continued to rub her arm, making her want to fall back asleep again, but she didn't want to sleep.
"I didn't know where I was in my dream," Max said, her eyes still pressed closed lightly. "There was a road ahead of me, but I just couldn't see it. It didn't matter, though, because I knew that you were right there with me." She stopped and looked over at Fang. He had his eyes shut, nodding every now and then to show he was paying attention. Max went on, "You stepped away from me, and that same second, the earth started to shake. The ground below started to fall apart, and I slipped. I was dangling from the ledge, and there was a really, really far fall. And I couldn't use my wings for some odd reason. It got harder to breathe, and I swore that I could feel the life draining out of me every second I was there."
Max stopped talking, and Fang looked over at her. "How is that good?" he asked. "You were on the edge of the world, falling off to your death, how is that a good thing?"
"It didn't matter to me," Max whispered. "It didn't matter because I had you. I knew that you'd come get me, and that you'd save me. Call it crazy, but I knew that you were with me, even though I couldn't see you."
Fang's smile made Max blush. "I don't think it's that crazy," he said to her. "I'll always be with you, no matter what. Even if I'm not there, I'll be thinking of you and how I'm going to get back to you." Max blushed a deeper shade of red when he had stopped speaking. Fang pulled her closer to him and faintly kissed her forehead.
"I've got you," he whispered to her softly, "and you've got me. That's all we'll ever need."
This is my first 'song fic' for Max Ride. The song of choice? I Got U by Blake Lewis. I've got a whole playlist of songs I'm eventually going to use for stories. So be prepared. hehe
I thought this one was kind of cute. Definitely not my best, but cute. Well, I'll be around. TTYL (Talk to y'all later)
- Saz