10A/N: Hallo, I'm back! So sorry, I totally would've updated sooner, only I had a life…I was in a play, and it took up a lot of my free time. Also, school, homework, lotsa other stuff too. Oh, and I had this chapter deleted several times. I'd almost had this chapter done, and then it totally vanished. I got really mad, but now I'm in the mood to write again. I hope I get it a lot better this time, after reading some of ObviouslyObsessed's work. She's sooo talented. Also, go check out Myrah's Maximum Ride Fanfiction Awards if you're looking for great stories with great writers to go along with them.
Anyway, I'm sure you'd like to hear more Faxiness, right? Right. Here ya go! Also, I'm contemplating whether I should write the whole thing in Fang's point of view as well. Leave your thoughts in the comments, pweasey. :D I wonder why I wasted my time writing all this fluffy fluff stuff, because face it: there's really no plot in this, at all. Then again, there's really no plot in any of my stories, if you can even call them stories. Whatever.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride. God, I hate admitting that. –cries-
RECAP:
"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.
Max POV
So, why did I ask what it felt like to be in love? God, I'm such an idiot. What came over me? I feel like curling up into a little ball and shrinking so Fang can never find me again. !
I squirmed around, trying to escape, finding it unable to do so with Fang's arm still around me. I appreciated it; it actually was a little bit chilly. I breathed in his scent, trying to take it all in, to remember it forever. He smelled nice.
Sighing, I made me pull myself together and started to try to shrug his arm off, but it was like he was holding a death grip on me. When he paid no attention, I turned over. I looked pointedly at his arm, then back up to his face. He still didn't seem to notice.
"Ahem," I said quietly.
No response.
"Ahem," I tried again.
Still no response.
I briefly wondered why I hadn't burst out yelling at him, trying to push him off of me. Was it because of the kids, or the mood?
I tried to send him another hint, without success. So I took the blunt way. "Fang, get your arm off of me. I'm fine."
He looked down at my face, looked at his arm still wrapped around me, and looked away. He quickly took his arm off and simply laid there, looking as if he didn't care. Oh, the silent treatment as usual, eh? I guess that's what I deserve for…
For…
For what? T_T
For not just letting him stay there? I admitted I had liked it anyways.
Uhm. What? I quickly tried to think of something worthwhile to think about. Nothing surfaced.
Sighing, I blankly stared at the sky. The bright, shiny stars winked at me, twinkling in all their glory. It seemed that they were trying to say that everything was going to be okay. I yawned, then closed my eyes for a minute. I had to admit that they were getting a bit tired. And I was plunged into a well-earned sleep. Being a hybrid on the run may seem like a piece of cake (yea right, who am I kidding?), but it's not.
Dreamworld was wonderful that night. Our flock had found the perfect home, with an unlimited supply of money and food. No adults to bug us, no neighbors to be spied from, no freakin' school to go to, and absolutely no one going after us. All day to mosey around, doing nothing. Which was pretty cool after doing all this running around and stuff.
Best of all, Fang and I were an item. I know, right? -insert sigh here-
We were merely flying around the park at night, where no one was at that time. How convenient. We laughed and talked, and everything seemed so overly out of character, but I still loved it. At least, that's what it…felt like? Adorable little animals were all around us, prancing and singing about how we were meant to be. I felt like Snow White or something.
Fang and I just…clicked. It was so awesome. We settled under a tree, where we eventually began making out…hotness right there.
As we separated for another breath, Fang opened his mouth. "Max, what are you thinking?"
Wait, what? His lips didn't match his words. I could feel my brain frantically searching for an answer while gradually bringing me out of Dreamworld.
My eyelids fluttered open, faintly being able to see Fang's face inches away from mine. I smiled dreamily. Kiss me again, fool, I thought briefly. I was about to quote my thoughts when my brain suddenly snapped back to Realworld.
Did I seriously just have a dream like that? And did I really just have a thought like that? WTH?
I mentally slapped myself and looked at Fang again, barely being able to see him in the dim light. I could just see the outline of his jaw, nose, eyes, and mouth. I wanted to reach out and stroke his face and pull my body to his, kissing passionately while grinding into him.
…
That's sooo not me.
God. I must spend less time with Nudge and Iggy. One day I walked in on them in Dr. M's house…it wasn't pretty. Needless to say, I gave them such a scolding that they probably won't do it again until 9485793874958723401984000 years later, when I'm dead, but they'll probably be dead by then, too. (O.o) I know that if it's needless to say, then you probably shouldn't say it, but I thought that this was needed to be said, so I should probably rewrite the above. Ahem: I gave them such a scolding that they probably won't do it again until 9485793874958723401984000 years later…and you know the rest.
Wow, I really needa spend less time with Nudge. Where were we again?
Oh that's right. I wanted Fang.
If that last sentence didn't seem weird to you, then read it again.
Hey look! I made a statement about wanting Fang in some way without denying it. Little Maximum is growing up! Ha. Ha.
Ha.
He was still staring at me while all of this was running through my head, waiting for my response.
I cleared my throat, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. "Nothing in particular, why do you ask?" I grimaced, knowing that was the worst possible lie in the whole history of lies. He flashed a knowing look, giving me one of the many looks that I've come to recognize over the years of togetherness.
Not like, together togetherness, but like…together…togetherness…
I am so bad at metaphors.
Now that I was fully awake after all the thinking, I decided to make the moment less awkward. Mission launch: "So…what's on your mind?"
"Oh, just how cute you look when you're flustered." Cue blush. Cue Fang-y smirk. Cue turning of my head. Guhhhh.
Mission failed.
T_T
Oh well, might as well work it. "So you think…that I'm cute?" My voice sounded a lot more confident than I actually felt. Maybe we could go somewhere with this..? Suddenly, picturing me liking Fang was a lot easier than before. Not that I had, before. Ya know what? Nevermind.
What's happening to me?
Fang took a breath. "I don't exactly think you're ugly…"
And there he goes, crushing my ego. I don't exactly think you're ugly? Couldn't you say something more…Ionno…nice?
"…so therefore, yes. I would think you're cute. Actually no, scratch that. Beautiful fits you more perfectly."
And there he goes, bringing it way higher than it had started in the first place.
I felt braver, turning back toward me. "You're not so bad yourself, kid."
Fang smiled at my comment. Well, he smiled his little famous half smile.
Wait, I wouldn't have said that before…well before I…ya know. Where is this flirty Max coming from? WHERE WAS SHE EARLIER? …Why is she even here? To help me out with my situation? Good, because I needed help. If I was going to want Fang, I was going to do it the right way.
I am so screwed.
Anyway, the silence that followed wasn't nearly as tense and weird as the others; it was relaxed but quiet, because that's what silences are for. I turned onto my back YET AGAIN, gave him a warm smile (? How can smiles be warm?) and stared at the cave's crevices. I realized that we weren't the only inhabitants in this cave, for there were many beetles and spiders crawling around, too. I hope Nudge and Angel don't find out about this. I especially hope Gazzy and Ig won't get their hands on one. I can only imagine what would happen if they found just one beetle…
Wanting and having Fang at the same time is harder than I thought, I realized later. I've just realized that I like him…that way, of course-but this is just crazy. I feel like I've fallen for him far too fast. Were those hormones not just hormones but…real emotions? I must further explore this later.
Right now, you must want the juicier details. Not that Fang and I ever do anything juicy, because come on. We're fourteen year olds. And while normal fourteen year olds probably have the experience of…lots of relationships to back them up, but we're not normal. Pfft, as if you need reminding.
So back to me being screwed, right? I was totally wrong about that. What really happened was this:
…
Actually, I'll keep you waiting 'til the end. Going in chronological order is nice, don't you think?
So we were still laying there, Fang smiling his half smile at me, me smiling warmly (warmly!) at him and marvelously melting at our met eyes on the inside. Of course, Fang could see that too, but I certainly wasn't aware of it then.
I would just like to say that never, in my entire fourteen years of life, have I ever felt so un-Max-like. Just sayin'.
Anyway, I guess Fang was tired of seeing me struggle. Pfft. It's been like, 15 minutes since I've given up the struggle to admit that I don't like him.
Wait, what?
"Max," he murmured, "when will we ever really talk…about us?"
Wait. What?
"…Us?" I managed to choke out. What the heckle is going on?
"Ya know, Max. You and me…"
"And the rest of the flock?" Believe me, I was super confused. How was I supposed to know that his feelings were the exact same?
Crap. So much for surprising you. Whatever.
"No, Max," he said sounding exasperated. "I mean as in…just you and me."
Wait. WHAT?
"I mean, you and me kiss, right? And then you run away. And we act like nothing happens. Then, you plant one on me while I'm practically dying. And then we act like nothing happens. And all this blushing and flirting and…crap. My God, Max, what are we? Friends? More than that? Or maybe friends with benefits?"
That was one of those moments where you get to hear Fang say the most he's said in about…a month. Record this, peeps, because this isn't going to happen again for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
"WTH?" I blurted out, getting up inhumanely fast. There I was, mind racing, heart pounding, breath heaving, ready to run away. And Fang hadn't even kissed me yet.
Then he grabbed my shoulders and did it. I know, right? How confuzzling is he?
The kisses started slow, gentle, sweet. We met, moving our mouths rhythmically, and separated, gazing into each other's eyes. Meet and separate, meet and separate. Each kiss we'd share would gradually get more frantic than romantic, me grasping his hair and wrapping my leg around his waist, him sliding his hands down to mine, lingering around my chest. The distance between our mouths closed with each breath, not wanting to get further, but closer to each other until I was practically on top of him. He slammed me into the wall and I moaned as the kisses got more passionate and steamy. Now I was the middle of the sandwich, instead of me pushing him into the wall in my first fantasy tonight.
I could feel his hand creeping up my shirt. And I didn't do anything to stop it, though I don't know why I wasn't thinking about what would happen if he didn't feel that way about me. He probably did, I reasoned, 'cuz what guy sticks his hand up a girl's shirt if he doesn't feel that way? Jerks, I guess, but Fang is no jerk.
And it felt good. We were a whole tangle of grasping, groping, groaning teens, being so loud that I'm surprised no one even woke up. Or maybe, they did. More on that later.
So we were still making out against that same wall, transforming from avian-human hybrids to pretzel-avian-human hybrids. By now we were full on Frenching each other, Fang with his shirt off and mine getting ready to burst from his frantic movement underneath my bra…hey, we're horny, kay? Plus, he tasted awesome. Not too sure about myself, actually.
Also, his abs seriously helped the mood. Hotness right there, guys.
I was seriously enjoying this, urging Fang to get excited in the way only a guy can. I wanted to go further and further, telling myself it would be pretty freakin' awesome. I was perfectly fine with his excitedness rubbing against my lower half. Actually, I was ecstatic. But that all changed when Fang removed one of his hands and slid down inside my waistband…
Now before all these screaming girls bombard me with questions about why I didn't let him go further, have you noticed how fast we've been going? I realize that we've liked each other for awhile now (Note to self: stop giving out spoilers. (Hahahaha, wait. Did you see that? I just interrupted my interruption. And now I'm interrupting my interruption in my interruption. (Look at how many parenthesis I'm using!))), but I mean c'mon, right? It's our first real kiss as…not friends. Whatever.
And also, have you noted the rating? T, not M. So if you're looking for a peach or whatever, this is not the story for you. Just sayin'.
Fang, on the other hand, looked confused. (He looked so hot. Abs all in my face, hair disheveled, lips swollen, excited. Remind me, did I mention his abs? 'Cuz if not, then I shall mention them again. His abs. All in my face. –swoon-)
"What just happened, Max?" He didn't actually say this, but I could see he was so going to. The look I gave him was enough to silence him, but it wasn't stern. Actually, I would say it was quite sexy.
Quietly, Fang put on his shirt and lay down again. I quickly did a once-over on myself while patting down my hair before lying down, too. We smiled again at each other, ignoring the probable awkwardness of this situation. He raised his arm, as of asking for permission to cuddle. I nodded happily.
And even though this was so cliché, I liked it.
I was the first to wake in the morning, thankfully. Relief washed over me. You know how awkward it would be to wake up with kids all in your face, grinning and pointing and laughing?
At least, I thought I was the first awake. Turns out I was wrong. There was Iggy, seemingly staring down at us with his unclear eyes, smirking. How he knew exactly where to look at, I had no idea. I do know that Gazzy told him our position, seeing as he was standing confidently next to him. And they were grinning and pointing and laughing. –facepalm-
Oh, I see how it is now.
"So this is why I heard some…movements…last night. I thought it was some birds ruffling each other's feathers. Turns out I was right." That was Iggy, still sounding proud.
Fang awoke at this, which I was grateful for. He automatically stretched his arm out, swinging right into Iggy's stomach. Iggy chuckled, since the punch definitely wasn't meant to hurt anyone, but it was meant to do something.
Iggy and Gaz took the hint and walked away, smiling all the while. I grimaced, hoping Angel and Nudge wouldn't see us, too. They didn't.
Turns out there is a God up there, after all.
I snuck a quick look at Fang, seeing his messed up hair almost the same as last night. How it stayed that way, I'll never know, but I'm glad it did. I shot him a grin. He smiled back and we shared a quick kiss. Gazzy noticed and stuck out his tongue at me. I did the same.
Fang and I both stood up, stretching and aching, tired from last night's late rendezvous. Fang simply stayed there while I sauntered over to the fire again, which was the opposite of glowing embers in the dark. Now it was a roaring flame in the light. Yay, more hot dogs for breakfast. It's not like we can magically produce bacon and eggs from nothing, anyway.
I went to wake Nudge and Angel, gently shaking them by their shoulders. "Rise and shine, sweets, we've got a whole 'nother day ahead of us." They both responded by groaning and rolling over.
"I don't wanna," stated Nudge. Fang grimaced, and by the look of it, it seemed like he didn't want to get up.
And you know what? I didn't either.
Being a bird-kid? Tough as nails. Tough as titanium nails. Or screws, or whatever they are. Point is, our lives are freakin' hard.
But having Fang there to back me up made everything seem better, and so I replied, "You know what? Too bad. I don't really think any of us want to, but we do any way. And you know why?"
I looked at Fang.
"It's because we all love each other, dearly, for who we are. Now get up, it's time for breakfast."
A/N: YAY! Wasn't that good? For those of you who read my other stories, wasn't this so much less of a fail than those? I'm actually happy with this outcome. With the others, I was like, "You know what? Screw this. I'm going to finish this and I'm going to like it." Yea, didn't turn out so well. Also, I use the phrase, "Ya know what?" way to much. T-T Anyway, I do like the quality of this story way better, though some may not really like it too much. I am inexperienced after all.
Also you guys, do you think I should rewrite this all in Fang's POV? I think that would be fun, and I'm certainly not one of those authors that goes like this:
"MAX POV
He looked down at my face, looked at his arm still wrapped around me, and looked away. He quickly took his arm off and simply lay there, looking as if he didn't care.
FANG POV
I looked down at her face, looked at my arm still wrapped around her, and looked away. I quickly took my arm off and simply lay there, looking as if I didn't care."
Don't you hate it when the author does that? It's like, if you're going to bother to rewrite it, at least make it interesting. YES, we notice that you were too lazy to rewrite it and copied and pasted. You see, there's this new thing called imagination...
So tell me your thoughts. As the author, I feel that this was my first success of actually satisfying my expectations. What do you think? Readers are important too, ya know. They make authors feel loved. And that people don't like, suffer from their writing or something.
Love it? Hate it? Make out with it? Kill it? Have sex with it? Commit suicide because of it? Tell me why in that button/link thing that Fanfiction always seems to change these days. T-T.
Have a nice day!
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