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Summary for this one-shot:
She met him in the tiny and mostly empty cafe, a hollow look in her eyes. Somehow, he managed to make that look go away.
You're a Man
She sat by herself, scrolling through all of the teasing and annoyed text messages they had exchanged. Her heart felt numb with the pain, like she could never feel again. She shivered, her lower lip trembling as a small wail escaped.
He was gone. Forever.
Max sobbed, leaning on the cafe tabletop, her cries wracking her entire body.
"Now, why would such a beautiful lady cry alone on such a nice night?"a male voice asked gently. Max lifted her head, staring into the onyx eyes of a tall stranger. He was handsome with beautiful, swirling, pitch black eyes. His face was flawless and ivory, his lips dark and bow-shaped. The contours of his muscles showed clearly through his thin black shirt and windbreaker.
"My older brother died in a car crash yesterday night,"she blurted out. She recoiled, watching the soft look in the man's eyes change to pain.
"May I sit?"he asked, gesturing at the chair across from her. Max nodded, wiping her tears away. "Yes,"she whispered, more tears pooling in her large, broken brown eyes.
He was silent for a moment before speaking. "My mother died in a car crash when I was sixteen. Drunk, I think. She just broke up with her third boyfriend, someone she thought who could be my potential stepfather. My real dad died in a fire."
Max cried for the man's father. "Oh. Then you must understand why I'm like this. I'm not one to cry over things,"she said, using her sleeve to wipe her steadily falling tears.
He nodded at her, smiling sadly. "Yes, I feel for you,"he replied, pausing. "May I ask-what's your name?"
Max studied the man, smoothing her ripped and dirty jeans. "I'm Maximum Ride. Call me Max. My older brother, Ari, died,"she said, glad to hear the strength in her voice once more.
The man chuckled. "Ah. You have that sort of aura, like you should carry such a strong first name. I'm Nicholas Walker. Please call me Fang, Max,"he said. Max cocked an eyebrow, a small smile lighting her face for the first time since Ari's death. "Oh? Fang, is it?"she asked, smirking slightly. Fang shot her a warning look, but it was soft and more teasing.
"Yes, Fang. It's what my best friend called me the first day we met, for reasons unknown. And the name stuck,"he answered, a distant look in his eyes. Max nodded, looking thoughtful. "My father named me Maximum because he wanted me to be strong. He wanted me to be the best I could at anything, whether it was sports or academics or even little arguments,"she said. Fang glanced at the young woman with amusement.
"How old are you, Max?"he asked. Max shot him a suspicious look before saying, "Twenty three. And you?"
"Twenty four, as of two weeks ago."
Max nodded coolly . "I see. Well, happy belated birthday,"she said. He acknowledged the birthday wish before both of them lapsed into silence. It was comfortable, like old friends greeting conversing. It was simple and warm, like they had known each other for so long they already knew every single detail about each other. There was no need to ask since they already knew.
"Hm. Fang, do you like the fall?"Max asked. Fang nodded. "I love it. The golden colors of the leaves, the longer nights, the beautiful stars,"he said.
Max laughed, saying, "I never took you for such a pussy." Fang glared teasingly. "Oh, Max. Are you saying I'm not manly enough? I'm the manliest man in the world!"he announced. Max shook her head, disagreeing. "No way. I think Channing Tatum is,"she replied quickly. Fang grinned. "I'm wounded, Max."
She snickered. "You should be."
They talked until the elderly shop owner ushered them out, telling them that, next time, they should just have a midnight picnic in the park. Following her advice, the pair walked through the park, enjoying the cool autumn air.
Finally, Fang and Max walked to her apartment, going their separate ways.
"Good night, Maximum,"Fang said, looping an arm though her right one. "Good night, Nicholas,"she replied, smirking. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like a millennium. Then both of them leaned in, meeting at the middle.
To her, kissing him was like a meeting. Two people, shy but loving, enjoying each other's company. And it seemed like, 'Hi, hello, nice to meet you', embracing in the middle. It was simple, yet exciting. All of her emotions poured into that kiss, and her skin and lips burned with an intense heat where he touched her.
To him, kissing her was like something alien. It was, so to speak, out of this world. Kissing Maximum Ride was so different and otherwordly, he knew he could do it again and again and he would never get used to that spark in him that ignited.
They were pouring all of their emotions into this one kiss.
Pulling apart, they studied the other for a long time. She took in his strong jaw line, the swoop of his dark bangs. He watched her brown, streaked blond hair blow into her eyes, causing her to blow them away, annoyed.
"Hey, Fang,"she said.
"What?"
She smiled slyly, reminding him of a fox.
"You're actually a man."
"NOO,"he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"But you're not just any man,"she continued, her smile growing wider by the second.
"Yeah?"
"You're my man, Fang."
"I know."
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