This story is a little short, but I hope you like it and I hope you review...Hm, Is that it? Oh, I'll update as soon as possible but until then check out my other stories all for Maximum Ride! And one twilight...
Nudge's POV
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
This has been going on for hours already, Max and Fang are fighting. Again. I can't remember the last time i've heard silence, And that's pretty bad coming from me. I don't know what there arguing about, I lost track. It's something new everyday.
"Nudge, would you please tell Fang that he's being stupid disagreeing with me, when i'm obviously right." Max said standing next to me and crossing her arms.
"No. Nudge, tell her to stop being so ignorant and realize that this time I am right and she is WRONG!" Fang said grabbing my arm and pulling me to stand next to him.
That's when all hell broke loose. After only a few minutes of them tugging me back and forth I thought my arm was going to fall off.
"Stop pulling me!" I exclaimed yanking my arm away. "I am so sick of you two fighting! Just stop for ten seconds and think about it! You two are perfect for eachother! So stop arguing and hug!" With that I stormed off slamming the door.
Max's POV
"Nudge is right Fang." I sighed "We shouldn't argue as much as we do." I paused for a moment, he shouldn't have grinned when he grinned I felt the urge to use sarcasm. "So just admit im right and we can stop arguing and live happily ever after!"
"I'd tell you, you're right, But you're wrong. When you're ready to admit i'm right and you're wrong, You know where to find me." He said sliding out of his seat and walking to his room.
Fang's POV
I left the room silently feeling Max glaring at me from behind. I hated arguing with her, I just wish for once she would agree with me. But, I could think of at least one good thing out of all the arguing. Max looks extremely hot when she's angry.
I plopped down on the couch with a 'Flump' and grabbed the remote, but almost on cue Angel came running in taking the remote and sitting down on my stomach. I let out a groan and adjusted myself off my wings rolling my eyes when I saw what she was watching.
Hannah Montana.
"You get the limo out front..." The t.v blew as Angel sang along to it. I sighed, Now I just wish I was back in the kitchen with Max.
Max.
She was perfect her wings, voice, and that smile...
Angel let out a giggle and raced towards the kitchen. My eyes widened as I folled her. That little brat was lurking through my thoughts again, I just knew it.
"Max Max!" Angel yelled as I walked through the door. Max looked over from her book and- Wait, Book? Max doesn't read. I blinked my eyes focusing directly on the book. Then I realized it wasn't a book; It was a diary.
"Max Fang was thinking about you!" Angel said. I -just snapping back into reality- threw my hand around Angel's mouth so she couldn't get into specifics. I could have sworn I saw Max smile, But I didn't know for sure.
~Later~
Everyone was asleep but me, it was about one thirty in the I closed my eyes I kept invisioning Max's diary, and all the secrets she put in there. Maybe even about me, Secrets I could use to make her mine. I rolled over on my side, I knew one things for sure, Tomorrow someway, somehow, I was going to read that diary.
