Fang's POV
I think I like watching Max sleep the best. I mean when she is awake she is loud, commanding, so sure of herself, always beautiful. But when she is a sleep, it's like all of the crap we deal with everyday,—everything she worries about, just slides right off her face. I see what she would look like if we didn't have crazy scientists after us all the time, trying to do unspeakable things to us. If she didn't have to worry about the kids and where we are going and what we will eat and where we will stay. She seems so much older than she really is—we all do. Sometimes I feel like I never really got to be a kid, just on the run all the time. It sounds exciting, but in truth, it's exhausting and doesn't give you time to just relax and feel safe. Max is my best friend—there was never any doubt about that, but lately I have been thinking of her as more than that. How much more I can't say for sure—but I know I just don't want to be friends anymore. I am not quite sure when it started—that time I almost died—the one on the beach when she kissed me, I wasn't sure what that was. It was the first time I really realized that Max was a girl and capable of that emotion. And then I was afraid—I had never kissed anyone before and I had no idea if what I was feeling, I was confused.
Then I met Lissa, and she kissed me, and that was nice. She was cute, and I liked her, and at the time it was like-why not? But after seeing Max kissing Sam on our porch I realized that I felt more than just a protective brother feeling. I wanted to rip his face off. That's really when it started, me realizing that Max was the one I really wanted. And then I went and blew it in the cave. I really wanted to kiss Max, but I realize now that I was pushing her too hard, too fast. She makes spilt second decisions about everything else, but for this she needed time. Now that we are back together as a flock, I just need to wait it out—she knows how I feel, I just need to wait for her to catch up.