A/N: Disclaimer: JP owns Max and the Flock, not me. *cries*

POPCORN – Part 1

(Max's POV)

"Please, please, please, please, pu-leeeaze!!!!!!" Nudge begged.

I guess, in the end, and though I will deny all claims to saying this, it was technically my fault. Nudge had recently decided to turn twelve. For her birthday, I got her The Titanic. I figured that she would enjoy a sappy romance movie. I didn't think that she would want to watch it with the Flock.

"Ugh!" I groaned. "Fine!" She had been begging forever! "One condition. You have to get the boys to watch with us."

"Yes!" She exclaimed before running off to find them.

I knew it was coming. I knew to expect it. Three, two, one.

"MAX!!!" Iggy and Gazzy exclaimed. I heard nothing from Fang. A moment later, they were all standing in the living room glaring at me.

"Hey, it was your idea to get her the DVD," I pointed out. Well, actually, it was my idea to get that DVD. His was just to get a DVD… Any who, I didn't need to emphasis that. I added, "I'll make popcorn."

20 minutes and eight bags of popcorn later, we were all seated around the TV. Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy were all reclined on the main sofa. Iggy occupied the rocking chair, reclined of course, and Fang had stolen my seat. He was sprawled out across the loveseat.

"Fang." I started.

He looked up, expressionless, but I could see in his eyes. "Yes?"

"Move."

He smirked. "Why?"

I tried to think of a good reason. I drew a blank. He already had popcorn; I couldn't hold that over him over...

Then it hit me. "Because if you don't, I'll have to sit on you."

He smirked again. "How is that a threat?" I glared, but plopped down on his lap. He smirked and put an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I just looked at him. He raised an eyebrow. I pulled his arm off of me, and sat up. He then placed both of his arms around me and pulled me back again. I almost growled.

"Can we just watch the movie?" Nudge asked impatiently.

"Don't worry! I'm here. We can press play now," Total exclaimed as he, Akila, and three of their annoying offspring ran into the room. They hopped up onto the main couch with Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge. She pressed play.

"Finally!"

I, for one, thought that the movie was a little corny. The whole forbidden love thing was a little unrealistic. If Rose and Jack loved each other, then who gives a crap about what other people think?

Iggy had grown tired of this movie, but he didn't leave. He didn't want to hurt Nudge's feelings. He had rolled over to his side… facing away from me. I had reasons to think that he was making something of the bomb variety, but I was too lazy to go and find out. Nudge and Angel were still completely engrossed with the film. Gazzy, although he was trying to hide it, was also watching intently. Fang had grown bored, just like Iggy, and he had turned me around so we were facing each other. When he did this, I was confused as to why, but I wasn't complaining. He then wrapped his wings around me. They were a lot softer than the blanket I had been using, and they were warmer, too. I ditched the blanket. My head was resting right above his heart, and I could hear every beat. Empty popcorn bowls were on the floor.

I will never admit to this again, but I cried a little when Jack died at the end and Rose still did everything that he wanted her to do. Fang teased me a little, but I slapped him. Angel, Nudge, and even Total were bawling. Gazzy let a few tears escape, which highly amused me.

"No! Jack! How could you die and leave her!" a voice exclaimed. Was it Angel? No. Was it Nudge? No. Was it Fang? I wish. It was Iggy. Maybe he was paying attention after all…

I ushered the younger three off to bed before turning to Fang and Iggy. "Are you guys up for another movie? Preferably one with a little less romance?"

They both nodded, so I left to go make more popcorn as they picked the movie. When I returned with the two bowls (Fang and I can share, right?), the boys were arguing about the movie. One held Wolfman, and the other held Twilight. Could you guess who picked what?

"Really Iggy? Twilight?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"This isn't Twilight. It's Stepbrothers." He sounded as confused as I was.

I raised my eyebrows. "Sure," I agreed sarcastically. "I'm picking the movie." I walked over and picked up the movie I wanted to watch. I popped it into the DVD player before they could see the title. I walked back over to the loveseat and plopped down on Fang again, bringing the popcorn with me. Iggy grabbed the other bowl and took the big couch.

As the title, The Proposal, flashed across the screen, I heard the complaining of Fang. He told Iggy, who then followed suit. The first half of the movie went fine… until I started to nod off. Fang, of course, pulled me in closer to him and started to rub between my wings, further sending me into the world of the unconsciousness. Pretty soon, I was fast asleep…

… Until the popcorn hit my head.

I shot up, nearly pulling Fang's wings off in the process. I'd been using them as my makeshift blanket again. I looked around and saw Iggy silently laughing. I glared, and then chucked a handful of popcorn at him.

"What?" he asked angrily as the popcorn hit his head.

"Why did you throw popcorn at me!?!" I demanded.

He looked to me, genuinely confused. "When?"

"Just now…" I trailed off and looked at Fang. He was watching the movie, but I could see amusement in his eyes.

Oh, two can play at that game, I thought angrily. I grabbed the bowl of popcorn and dumped it over Fang's head.

His emotionless mask fell as he portrayed the surprise I know he felt. He looked to me, and then he started to pelt the spilt popcorn at me.

"Fang! Stop!" I whisper-yelled, trying not to wake up the kids. Iggy, not wanting to miss out on the fun, turned and started to pelt popcorn at me, too.

I screamed playfully, but tried to jump up. Fang, unfortunately, had put his free arm in a death grip around my waist.

"Guys! Stop," I laughed.

I turned to Fang and kissed him, full on the lips. He didn't disappoint. As I expected, his eyes widened in surprise before his expression softened and he ceased fire. He kissed me back gently, expressing his feelings for me though a kiss. I, of course, was ready.

Against my better judgment and personal wants, I took my opportunity to escape. I jumped up and ran to my room as fast as I could. Iggy, unaware of me leaving, was still pelting Fang with popcorn.

I hopped into the shower (I've got one a bathroom in my room!) and washed off all of the left over butter. I had been hit all over. Fang, on the other hand, would probably just have to change his shirt, the luck (insert choice-swear-word here).

After I got out, I changed in the bathroom, and walked over to the door to close it because it was still open.

As the door closed, a foot was placed in the way. Fang then forced the door open and turned to me. Even though I could see the mischief in is black irises, I still had time to notice that he had showered and was wearing a pair of flannel PJ pants, no shirt. He picked me up and swung me over his back. I was hitting him while telling him, quietly of course, to put me down!!!!

He plopped me onto the bed, but stayed hovered over me. He leaned down for a kiss, and I was quick to respond.

We broke apart a few minutes later, and we were both breathing heavily. We laid together for a while, smiling, until he started to get up.

"No!" I exclaimed quickly.

He looked at me, still smiling, and raised an eyebrow.

I blushed, yes, blushed, but didn't take it back. "Please will you stay with me tonight?"

He pretended to think about it for a minute, and I slapped him. He grinned and laid back down with me. I snuggled up to him, and he wrapped his wings around me for the final time tonight.

"Good night, Max," he whispered gently to me.

"Good night, Fang," I answered quietly.

"I love you."

A/N: Well? What did you think for my second story? This is going to be a two-shot, so stay tuned for Fang's point of view on this lovely evening!

~Alex