FANG'S POV
"IGGY, GAZZY!" Max yelled stomping into the hotel room's living room area. In nothing but a towel I might add.
"Yes?" Iggy replied with pseudo- innocence, while Gazzy on the other hand was unable to hide his guilt and horror.
"Where. Are. My. Clothes?!" she asked barely containing her anger; she was only a step away from biting both their heads off.
"Um, well, you see, we, uh. . ." Gazzy said, his eyes darting around the room to look at anything but Max's eyes. He was physically fighting the urge to flee the hotel room and run for his life.
"Spit it out!" she yelled vehemently.
"We used it for bombs." Iggy said, before grabbing Gazzy's hand, the two of them running as fast as they possibly could to get out. " We're gonna, uh, go grab food!" Iggy threw out before slamming the door.
Max looked more furious than I have ever in my life seen her. Nudge and Angel cautiously took a step back.
"We're going to go ahead and go with them." Angel said before grabbing Nudge's hand and walking out of the room.
I myself was contemplating whether or not to make a run for it, who knows who she'll kill when she's that mad. She closed her eyes for a few moments, no doubt using the count-to-ten method of calming down.
"Fang," she said," I need to borrow your clothes, I didn't have any extras." she said.
I obediently walked over to my pack, grabbed a shirt and some boxers and threw them to her. She caught them and retreated to the bathroom.
MAX'S POV
Iggy and Gazzy are so DEAD. No wait, I can't hurt Gazzy, damn it, he's too young, I thought, walking into the bathroom to change.
I was forever thankful that they left my underwear, but that still meant I had to walk around in Fang's boxers and shirt. In black of course.
I came out and went over to the couch and sat down next to Fang.
"Want me to go over and kick Iggy's ass for you?" he asked, with the smallest trace of a smirk on his face, probably imagining how many ways he could torture Iggy.
"No it's okay; I think I'm surely going to enjoy hurting him myself. From now on it will be my duty to make Iggy's life a living hell."
"Well if you need help, I'm here." he said, "For anything" he added a moment later.
"Thanks" I replied softly, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and I breathed in the wonderful scent that is Fang.
I was really starting to get stressed out lately. With the voice constantly telling me I needed to save the world, and leaving out HOW I was supposed to go about doing so left me stuck. And the flyboys just kept on coming, we could never leave our guard down, could never settle down, could never be normal.
I just don't know what to do anymore.
FANG'S POV
She looks lost, I thought but how do i help her? I once again found myself imagining what life would be like had we all been born normal.
But no, I'm wrong. I don't want to be normal. Not if it meant never having known the flock, not if it meant never knowing the amazing feeling of flying.
Not if it meant I never knew Max. Because a life without Max wouldn't be a life.