AN/ a story about Max and Fangs more then friendship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.
Third person
Max watched as Fang and the others flew in the opposite direction from her.
Fang tried not to look back as he flew in the opposite direction of Max.
Neither of them would give the other the satisfaction of tears.
Max was the one Fang talked to. When they spoke, it was like no one else was around.
You
used to talk to me like
I was the only one around.
Fang was the one Max leaned on. The one she looked to for support, with out him, how was she expected to stay sane?
You
used to lean on me;
The only other choice was falling down.
They needed each other, that was so easy to see, but they were both too stubborn to let themselves see it.
You
used to walk with me like
We had nowhere we needed to go,
Nice
and slow, to no place in particular.
They used to be inseparable. When they were together, they were indestructible. That would all change now. Because the others were leaving. Max was fighting tears, and Fang wouldn't dare to let himself look back. They used to never fight, not say an angry word. That was starting to change as they got older.
We
used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a
doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd
see.
Max wished it would go back to the way it was before, and secretly, so did fang. But neither of them would ever admit it. All they used to need was each other.
We
used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to
know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get
this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
Fang used to be the one to hold Max when she cried. Help her find her way out of the old painful memories. He'd helped her find her way again. He always knew just what to say to make her feel better.
I
used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to
listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.
Max used to be the only one Fang truly felt he could trust. He'd follow her anywhere. Even into the heart of the burning middle of hell.
I
used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go,
Fast
or slow, to anywhere at all.
They would always need each other to keep their own sanity. As one of them flew away and the other watched, they both feared they might loose their mind in pain.
We
used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a
doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd
see.
We used to have this under control
And the only thing either of them could truly think about was how much they wished it could all go back to the way it used to be.
We
never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at
least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to
how it used to be?
Fang looked up from the fire, half expecting to see Max roasting some kind of food over it with a stick, but all there was in the cave was the sound of Gazzy and Iggy snoring, a few feet away. Fang wished she was there.
I
look around me,
And I want you to be there
'Cause I miss the
things that we shared.
Max jerked awake from a nightmare and automatically looked around her surroundings. She panicked slightly when she noticed the three missing members, but then she remembered. She lay back down, and a tear fell from her eye.
Look
around you.
It's empty, and you're sad
'Cause you miss the love
that we had
She would have talked to him if he was here. And he would have talked to her, whispered words of reassurance to help her get back to sleep.
You
used to talk to me like
I was the only one around,
The only one
around.
They both sat up the rest of that night, wishing things had never changed. Wishing it was all back to the way it used to be.
We
used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a
doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd
see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We
used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can
we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
Yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be, yeah.
To
how it used to be.
To how it used to be.