Maximum Ride Fanfic
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I groaned and sat up in bed. After a year of sleeping in caves, on rooftops, and otherwise captured had made me unused to beds. They were too soft. I flopped back down and closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep.
Come on Maximum; just go to sleep now, so you won't tomorrow during math class..
It was something else besides the too-soft bed, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I got up and shuffled to my door. I opened it as silently as possible and crept into the hall then tiptoed past the Gasman's door. I could hear Gazzy's snoring all the way down the hall. I quietly crept down the carpeted steps downstairs into the kitchen.
I think there still might be some cookies that Mom made left.
I opened the cookie jar, and my hopes for chocolaty chipped goodness were dashed. It was empty. I closed it and turned to the fridge. I rummaged inside, but nothing looked at all appetizing.
"Looking for something?" I heard someone on the other side of the refrigerator door mumble. I jumped and slammed the door. Fang stood smirking.
"Mean." I stated quietly, not wanting to wake everyone up. He shrugged in that insanely annoying way he does. "I couldn't sleep, so I came down to find some cookies, and-" I stopped when Fang waved a cookie in front of my face. My eyes widened and I grabbed it. I smiled at him gratefully as I chewed the piece of chocolaty heaven.
"Come here, check this out." He said quietly, nodding with his head towards the living room. I followed. He sat and picked up the laptop that was lying on the plush blue couch, and I dropped beside him. I watched him as he rapidly typed on the keyboard. It was completely dark in the room, and the screen cast a blue glow across his face. A screen popped up, showing his blog. After hundreds of kids had stormed the Itex headquarters, his blog was getting bigger than ever. It's kinda funny that once the flock voted Fang "most likely to become a cult leader."
"Oh man." I breathed as he scrolled down the page of comments. "How many?"
"Over twenty thousand."
My eyes widened to the size of hubcaps. "Whoa." was all I could say. He stopped scrolling at a random spot, and I read a few comments. I spotted the word "Fax" used a few times, but why would these kids be talking about a fax machine? I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Fang?"
He turned to me.
"What do they mean about "Fax?"
Fang was silent. Not much different than usual, but right now, I wanted an answer.
"It's just one of those stupid names blended together."
I was confused. "Like…Brangelina?"
"Yeah." He muttered.
"Fax." I whispered to myself, trying to figure it out. Suddenly it hit me like a flyboy going at two-hundred miles per hour.
"Oh my gosh, it's us." I said incredulously. Fang raised his eyebrows as a response. "Why would they be saying that about us?"
He shrugged.
"Did you post anything that would lead them to thinking about 'us'?"
"Nope." He said shaking his head.
"Good, because if you did I'd be forced to kick your butt."
"Ashamed of me or something? Or maybe it's that you don't want to break the hearts of millions of girls around the globe." He said, smirking in the way that only he can. I shot him a glare. For some reason the other corner of his mouth joined his left and he was smiling. Not a grin, but smiling.
I gave a small smile and rolled my eyes. "You can be so annoying."
He shrugged. Fortunately, I'm fluent in "shrug."
"I'm going back to bed." I stated standing.
"Ditto." Fang said, rising. He closed the laptop and left it on the coffee table. He walked to the basement door that had been converted into a bedroom that he shared with Iggy.
My arm brushed against his as I walked to the stairs.
"Max?" I heard him whisper. Stepped closer to him so I could see his face in the moonlight that was filtering through the window.
"I swear I didn't post anything."
"I know." I said. Because of some odd compulsion, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and headed upstairs.
Fang grinned to himself in the moonlight for a moment, then crept down the dark steps into the basement.
