Chapter 1
Max POV
So today Fang has apparently decided to totally tick me off. That has to be what he wanted to do, because there is no other excuse.
Except for if he suddenly decided that he now hates me and wants to make my life miserable. But I kind of doubt that.
Okay, so you all probably are just dieing to know what he's been doing to piss off Maximum Ride the Great, right?
Well it all started when he woke me up this morning. Instead of saying something like, I don't know, 'Max, chocolate chip pancakes in five,' (cuz we all know that that would have gotten me up in a flash) he just walked up to the side of my bed, - and without even knocking on my door, no less - grabbed an edge of the mattress, and flipped me off of it!
And there are 3 reasons why I didn't go after him and kill him, reason 1 being I was too damned surprised of suddenly landing on my butt on the floor, reason 2 being he had already booked it out the door (at least that boy isn't completely stupid), and, though I'm a tad embarrassed about this, 3 is because I could suddenly smell bacon and just a little bit of chocolate.
I know, I know, 'Maximum Ride didn't go get her revenge because of chocolate?' But in my defense, it's not my fault chocolate is heavenly melt-in-your-mouth goodness! You can go yell at Hershey for that.
So, back to Fang continuing to ruin my day.
During a breakfast of a ton of bacon, eggs, and, yes, chocolate chip pancakes (the flock must have gone shopping sometime with me not with, cuz otherwise the chocolate chips wouldn't have been there), courtesy of Iggy, I very politely asked Fang to pass the syrup, and he acted like he didn't even hear me, even when I asked him a second time. So I just asked Nudge to pass it. And it was at that moment that Fang decided to look up at me with a smirk on his face. I was thisclose to screaming in frustration and punching that beautiful smirk off of his face.
Wait, what? Beautiful smirk? What the hell? Okay, ignore that I said that.
I didn't even look at Fang the rest of breakfast.
But Fang's idiotic schemes went on all day…
Fang POV
It's not my fault. I wasn't doing it because I was mad at her or anything, I was doing it because she was forcing me to.
Max. Why she has to make me do something like this to even make her look at me is beyond me.
I mean, it's like I can't stop looking at her. Seriously, I really think I have everything memorized about her. Her shiny hair, her wonderful laugh, her eyes I would gladly stare into forever if she'd let me. Her soft lips I dream about kissing. Her beautiful wings, the way she can gracefully fly whenever she wants to. The way her so distracting hips swing when she walks.
But if she knew that I was thinking those things she would more than likely call me a sexist pig and walk away.
But that's not it at all. I'm in love with Max. I know that now. And this morning when I went in to wake her up, I could hardly stop staring at her. I mean, she was wearing some shorts that showed more skin than they were covering. And she had a tank top on, what do girls all them? Spaghetti strap tank tops? And Max must have tossed and turned all night because the sheets of the bed were twisted around her ankles and her shirt was pulled up to reveal about two inches of a very flat, very tan stomach.
Some times I think she's going to drive me crazy. Maybe she already has.
All I know is that on her 18th birthday next week, I'm going to tell her. I'm going to tell Max that I love her.