10AN: Alright people, this is the story for you if you ship Fax. God I can't get enough of that pairing. Fax, Fax, Fax. GAAH! Anyways, assuming that you've read the summary, you'll know that this is sorta low on humor. Yesh! Well, I love humor stuff, too, but that's not my point. I'll save my idiotic humor that only some really messed up people get for another Maximum Ride fanfic later. Btw, if you like stupid humor, go check out my other fics. If you're a fan of Twilight, of course. Um, this chapter has some OOC from Max…I think…if you don't think it is, then fine. I'm not good at this stuff anyways. Ok, I think this has gone on long enough. Time for the story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride or any of the characters or James Patterson's plot or anything. I just like to pick on them. =) And I love 'em. I LOVE YOU FANG! I LOVE YOU IGGY!
MAX POV (love you too, max! but like in a sisterly way. lmao)
I love flying.
I mean, I've probably already mentioned it before, but I might as well mention it again, right?
I love the way the air cools me and whips around me so naturally, I feel like I'm a part of it. I love the way it gives me a freedom to do whatever I want. And most of all, I love how I get to think to myself when my flock isn't with me. I mean don't get me wrong, I love my flock. But sometimes this leader stuff wears me out, alright?
Well ok, maybe not sometimes. But you get the point.
This time though, I hated the fact that I was all alone and could think to myself. On the bright side, Angel wasn't here to read my embarrassing thoughts. But I still had all the space to myself.
Why are teenage hormones so confusing? How could I get rid of them? This would make things so much less complicated than it was right now. Fang would be my best friend, and I would be his, and everything would be alright.
Wait a minute, I am Fang's best friend, and he is mine. Nothing more. End of subject. At least, for now.
No, what am I saying? End of subject. Period. PERIOD.
Max, you can't keep running away from the truth.
Ugh. My voice was back. Now I didn't have any privacy at all.
Well, that is that. We're just friends. We're like brother and sister. In fact, we almost ARE. There's nothing going on between us. God. Get outta my mind.
But Max, can't you see? Fang loves you. And we both know you love him, too.
Yeah, and I realize that. We both love each other in the friendly way. NOTHING MORE.
You're being so stubborn. Of course he doesn't love you in the friendly way. He loves you in the lovey-dovey-kissy way.
Oh shut up, voice. You're such a bad liar.
I could feel it trying to reply, but I had to block it. I thought of Santa Claus and rainbows and grandmas and spiders. That got it to be quiet, at least for now. I sighed.
Peace and quiet.
It was getting darker, so I turned around to fly back to the cave my flock and I were settled in for the evening. Some hawks were glancing warily at me as I swooped into their territory, but they had been less tense than yesterday. We stuck out like sore thumbs. Whatever that means.
I took another few minutes to enjoy my wonderful wind before I could see a faint glow of orange behind some shadows. I flew faster, using my new skill. Hee hee. I love that skill.
As I zoomed in closer, I could see the fire that they had prepared. I could see some faint shadows moving around, and it looked like the younger kids were going ahead to eat dinner. I didn't really mind, and they knew that already. But Fang was standing out by himself, just staring at the darkness. A wall of emotion hit me.
Fang. That was the reason I had come out here in the first place.
Why, you ask?
Well because he and I were talking like we were best friends, and he was all casual and quiet and mysterious in his usual Fang-y way. He was just sitting there, acting all casual, when I had the sudden urge to walk over and kiss him. Yeah, and not on the cheek either. Right smack dab on the lips.
Yeah, yeah, I love him and crap. Sure. Think whatever you want to get yourself through the day. But we don't love each other that way. I can tell.
Anyways, I'd been having those feelings repeatedly, the distance between them closing, and I was guessing the final result was going to end up with me sandwiching him into the wall, just to get a freaking kiss.
And so I just took off before I could let that happen.
Talk about your damn teenage hormones.
I didn't want to face him again, but I knew I had to at some point. Couldn't just avoid him forever. So I swooped in lower and, not paying very close attention, crashed not-so-gracefully into Fang.
Nudge heard our accident, looked over, and smirked.
Ugh.
WE ARE NOT IN LOVE HERE, PEOPLE!
Angel snickered, and I shot her a look.
I got up, embarrassed, and dusted of my pants. I was about to offer Fang a hand before I noted he had already stood up himself.
"Not being too graceful today, are we?" he muttered. I blushed.
"Sorry," I said quietly, and hurried over to sit next to Angel, who was roasting a hot dog. I grabbed one, skewered it, and held it over the fire till it looked ready, then took a huge bite out of it. Deliciousness.
Dinner went by slowly, and I was dimly aware of the conversation brewing around me. Nudge, Total, and Angel were whispering to one another, I noticed, and kept glancing at me and Fang. Gazzy and Iggy were too busy talking about making another bomb or something to notice. Fang was staring blankly at the wall behind me, and I just looked at my feet, not wanting to risk the chance of looking into his eyes.
Oh, those eyes, those beautiful, dark eyes. I look in them and I just want to tackle him and give him a huge ki-
Wait. I wasn't just thinking that.
Yes, you were.
No I wasn't.
Yes, you were.
No I wasn't.
Yes, you were.
No I wasn't.
Was too.
Was not.
Was too.
Was not.
WAS TOO.
WAS NOT!
Ok, you win, but you can't deny the truth forever…
I sighed and rolled my eyes. And with that, it faded away, leaving me to ponder what it meant.
I hate it when the Voice does that.
Everyone finished up dinner, and the fire dwindled slowly, until all I could see were the glowing embers of the dark. Well, I mean, I had raptor vision, but it sounds so much cooler that way. It sounds really..poetic. Or romantic.
What is wrong with my mind? I'm lingering so much on the crappy romantic stuff these days. Just gotta snap out of it. C'mon, it can't be that hard, can it?
Moving on.
It was cold that night, so the younger kids huddled together to keep warm, laying near the fire. Iggy was already out cold, and I knew I wouldn't be going to sleep for a long time. I was too disturbed by the Voice's interpretation of my puberty stuff. Still, I laid on the floor and rolled onto my side to stare at the twinkling stars. They seemed like they were winking at me.
"It's a beautiful night, huh?" said Fang suddenly. I hadn't realized that he had finished up and had snuck behind me.
"Gaahhh!" I sat up quickly, so quickly that I got a momentary headache. "Stop that, will you?"
"What?" He smirked. "Stop breathing?"
I slapped him lightly. "You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes, laid back down, and turned away from him. I could feel him lay down beside me.
We laid in silence for a couple of minutes.
"So," I said, the silence finally getting to me.
"So," Fang replied.
Awkward…
"Um…beautiful night, huh?" I repeated.
He half smiled his famous-slash-very rare half smile. "I think we already established that."
"Yeah, I know," I hid my face, for fear of him spotting my creeping blush.
"Why'd you fly away?" he asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?" I was stalling. What had I been thinking back there? Screw it, I'm always running away these days. My Voice was right. Stupid voice. What in the world was I going to tell Fangym \
?
"You know, when you flew off without a word and didn't come back for half an hour."
Was I really gone that long?
"Uh…"I said in an Einstein manner.
There was a strong gust of wind that hit me right in the face, and I stammered as I said the next words.
"I…I…I j-just needed-d t-to have s-s-some alone t-t-time," was what I finally decided on saying. Smooth, Max. Suh-moooth.
Fang wrapped one of his arms around me. I froze.
"You're shivering," he said, but I wasn't shivering for the reason that he thought I was. Oh well. I felt safe in his arms, like no one would ever hurt me. Ever, emotionally or physically. And that's what gave me the courage to say…
"Fang?" I said before I could stop myself.
"Yer?"He replied.
"What do you think it's like, being in love?" I said, very out of character like. Oh, God.
"Um. I guess it's…nice?" He said.
More awkward silence.
I looked in his eyes. His dark beautiful eyes. What was I saying before? That I would get lost in them and jump him and kiss him or something? Ugh, why did I even care?
Yeah, that's how I felt now. Jeezums, give me a break, you damn hormones.
AN: Wow, I'm mean. Sorry, people, but I didn't do that on purpose. I really have no idea what I need to make them say next. Hope you enjoyed it though! It was like, 5 pages long. I wasted a lot of space using the stupid "WAS NOT WAS TOO" thing. Ideas? Comments? Compliments? Complaints? Flames? Cake? Catfish? (lmao, Amazing Clichés by rainbowstrike. I died laughing) CONTEMPT!
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