The Mistake That Made Me

rated T for major Faxness

PLEASE READ A/N

A/N: My first fanfic to actually be put up. Please critique if it needs to be! This is set after TFW, except Angel was never kidnapped and they never left the E house. So, technically, MR: 1-5 never have to happen. And sorry I have a 3 part prologue, it helps me lead up to the story. I hate starting stories then stopping them to explain something.

~~prologue part 1~~

Max's POV

(A/N: Max is 17. You do the math for everyone else.)

I awoke in Fang's arms. He must have already been awake, because he kissed my forehead. I turned over, and looked at him. I remembered the first night when he kissed me. It felt like soooo long ago. He smiled, and I kissed him. He pulled me closer to him, and before I knew it, we were all over each other.

"MAX! FANG! SLEEPY HEADS! GET UP!" shouted Nudge from the other room. We ignored her. She finally came into our room and found us tangled together. She screamed, and a string of cuss words came out of her mouth.

"Nudge! Language!" shouted Jeb from the other room. I quickly kissed Fang one more time, then hopped out of bed and pulled some clothes on. Fang followed me out of our rooms, and I saw Iggy give him a fist bump. I rolled my eyes.

"Max, Fang, I'd like to speak to you a little later." Jeb said, and I gave him a look. He gave me back one. Damn. He was good. Angel heard my thought and slapped me while snickering.

"What?" I whispered.

"It's enough you cuss like mad when you talk." she said. She was getting so pretty. She smiled.

"Hey, Gazzy, what do you want to do today?" asked Iggy.

"Don't get me started." he said, throwing his plate into the sink.

"This is good, sweetie." Nudge said. Yes, Nudge called Iggy sweetie. Their relationship was nothing but kissing and talking, and everything ours was except the sex.

"Thanks. I added a little twist to it." I put my fork down.

"And what's that?" I asked, regrettably.

"Nothing. Just a little orange peel. Picked it up off the internet." I sighed, relieved. I ate a little bit more, then through my plate in the sink, too. Fang was right behind me.

"What'd ya want, Jeb?" I asked, and he sighed.

"Come with me." He led us to his study, then sat down in his chair. We sat across from him. "The sex has to stop." I choked on my spit. Fang smiled and looked down, trying not to laugh at my reaction. After I recovered, I sat back and just looked at him. "I'm serious. You think it's funny." He sighed, then looked at both of us for a few seconds before asking his next question. "Are you using protection?" I almost choked on my spit again. Fang rolled his eyes, then nodded.

"Max's on the pill, we use condoms." Jeb nodded and looked a little bit relieved.

"Just remember, sometimes they don't work together." I rolled my eyes just a tiny bit so he couldn't see, and nodded.

"And Max... When was the last time you had..." he was having troblem getting the words out.

"My period? I'm supposed to have it in 3 to 4 days." He nodded.

"You can go now."

"Thank you." I said, then almost ran out of there. When I opened the door, Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy all fell in. I laughed, and stepped over them.

Fang caught my arm just as I started to go outside. "Let's go for a fly." When Fang says that to any other flock member, it's because he wants to talk to them privately. When Fang says that to me, well, I'll spare you the most of details, he wants to kiss... or more.

We flew back hand in hand, which, let me tell you, is hard work. He smiled at me, then closed his eyes. He flew with his eyes closed for a few minutes, then I tugged on his arm.

"What?" he asked, a little agitated.

"Are we planning to fly to Canada, of home?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes. I let go of his hand and went downwards. I heard something from behind me, and flipped around. WHAT THE F-? I thought all the... flyboys... were dead? Fang spun around, also. My fighting instinct kicked in, and I had only killed one when I was tangled up with four more. They started to fly off with me, and I saw Fang's face stricken with horror. He faught to no avail, and I was taken.

Kudos to Abbi, the best bud in the whole world, who incouraged me to put this up. Actually, I think anything I write sucks. But hey, why not. She said it was absolutely amazing. (except it was more like, absolutely ah-mazing...) So, review and critique! And I'm going to name the button Fred. Just because. So, Fred is lonely! Push him!!! And if the 3 part prolouge gets... lets say, 5 reviews, I'll put up the (already finished) 1st chapter. So, review away! Fred needs friends!!!