Perfect
I was making my bed, tidying up a bit. What with all the stress going on around here lately, none of us have really had time to keep anything organized. Except for Iggy, which is so typical even though he's blind.
"Hey," Fang said, slipping his arms around my waist, is chin resting on my shoulder. I smiled to myself, totally grateful that he was standing behind me and couldn't see the flush rushing feverishly to my face.
Trying to ignore the millions of tingles his touch sent shivering all over my body, I managed an unsteady "Oh, hey—" Oh god, how embarrassing, I couldn't even talk right anymore– "I didn't see you there."
He chuckled low in my ear. "People only see me when I want them to see me, Max"
Oh. Right.
"I didn't hear you either." I realized my stupidity as soon as the words left my mouth, but I couldn't take it back now.
Fang could sneak up on a fly and catch it in his fist if he wanted to. It was like one of those creepy things that made you want to not be friends with that someone. But of course, being me, I had chosen to be "friends" with the creepy one in the flock. That's just like me too.
I guess I hadn't said anything in a while, mulling over my thoughts in silence, because Fang said, "You're quiet." His voice showed his curiosity at this strange behavior, but I wasn't about to tell him why.
"And tense." His voice was soothing this time, trying to release my stress. And see, he notices things about me even I don't. God, he's so perfect, and sweet and caring, and–
Jeez, I am not thinking about this know.
"Oh. Am I? I guess I'm just caught up in my own head."
"You seem to be caught up in your own head a lot these days," he said.
Did I? Hmmm.
But jeez! It's not like I had anything to actually do. Or talk about. All I have to do all day is watch TV and eat, which, I guess doesn't seem all that bad, considering it's a whole new experience for me, but I am not the kind of person who sits around all day eating potato chips with my feet up.
No, that's Iggy. I have to move. Fly. Do something.
But what? There's nothing to do. And it's not like I have any idea what I'm supposed to do about the whole saving the world thing. I still don't even know if I believe it.
"I just don't know what to do!" is what I finally decided to blurt out to Fang, well, decided isn't really the right word for it. More like what came rushing out of my mouth before I could stop it and think, is more like it.
Fang looked at me with kind, caring, understanding eyes (understanding! That would be the day!) taking my hand, and pulling me out the window with him.
I spread my wings, feeling their strength, feeling my strength. Maybe that's why Fang practically shoved me out the window. I guess I needed a reminder about the part where I'm the leader - the heart, the strength - of the flock.
God I haven't flown in so long.
I'm like an open book. And here I thought I hid everything pretty well. But Fang could read me. He always could. He knew me. Maybe that's what I needed to remember.