Part One
Max Stared up into the night. For Months, they have been searching for him. For months all she felt was disappointment and heartbreak. Finally, Max was going to find Fang. Her palms sweated with anticapation. They were so close. She couldn't wait until daylight and her flock to awaken. She was so very close.
"Hey," Max turned to see Dylan rubbing his gorgeous eyes. "You should get some sleep."
Max gave him a sad, half smile. "Can't. My excitment plus the normal insomnia doesn't actually allow me to sleep so easily."
"Mmm, okay," dylan lied back down.
Max turned back to the moon. Naturally, she thought about Fang. His lips on hers, hands carressing their bare skin. She blushed and stopped before the image could evolve into something more. Her imagination could get so wild sometimes. It's amazing that Angel hasn't heard anything like that.
Besides, Max has never done more than make out with Fang. They were only fifteen. And even if they wanted to, they couldn't. Not between all of the attacks and taking care of the flock.
Your Relationship with him has no hope now, the Voice chimed in. At least, until after you save the world.
"Nice to see you too," Max muttered. She hadn't heard the Voice since she set off on this quest to find Fang. The Voice advised against it, of course. Saying that she should be saving the world and whatnot.
Max, the sooner you save the world, the sooner you can be with him. The voice told her again.
"The world can wait." If Max had to, she would make it.
Maximum, you're being immature.
"No. You just don't understand love."
You love iggy and Nudge. You let them go off on their own at one point. The Voice pointed out.
"That's different." Max mumbled. "They aren't Fang."
Yeah. Neither is Dylan.
As if on cue, Max felt two strong arms wrap around her, pinning her wings to her back and her arms to her sides. "Max, are you going to sleep or what? I'll take next watch."
"No," she protested. "I'm fine."
"Uh-huh," Dylan leaned in closer to her to breathe in her scent. Max trembled at the feeling of his hot breath. Right then, she wanted to turn around and kiss him with all her might. After all, Dylan was made for Max and Fang wasn't here.
As their faces leaned closer together, Max realized what she was doing. Heat flushed her already pink cheeks as she quickly pulled away from Dylan's embrace. "Um, I think I'll go to sleep now."
Dylan watched regretfully as Maximum Ride turned away and stalked off. Despite being made for her, Dylan wasn't good enough. That's not exactly a soft blow to his heart.