Well, here's my third fanfic. It's not really a story, but just a few paragraphs I thought of before I went to bed. Enjoy!
-artemis1234567
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. I don't even own the paper that I wrote the draft on. So I own nothing.
The rest of the flock was asleep. Fortunately I was able to put them down before Anne did. I was listening to my favorite singer - Liam Rooney. Sometimes, music was my only escape. Fang then walked into my room.
"Sup, Fang?" I asked him. He came and sat on my bed.
"It's nothing, just felt like having one of our late night talks before I crashed." Wow, that was the longest phrase I've ever heard him say. I better brace myself for the apocalypse.
"Okay,. Since you titled it a 'late-night talk,' then I suppose we have to talk. So what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, Max, I don't know how to put this but I , - I need your help." His face grew a little dimmer as he said this. Fang has become a chatter-box. Maybe the world was coming to an end!
"Alright then, what do you need help with?" I asked, feeling half excited and half scared. It wasn't everyday Fang came up to you and requested help. He could usually do things on his own.
"Well, I known of a girl that I've met sometime ago - at school. She's beautiful, witty, strong, and fearless, and I thing I might like her. I think I might like her a lot. I just don't know how to tell her. That's where I need your help. I need you to tell me how to tell her that I love her," I was shocked at his request. I mean, I'm no Dr. Phil. I was ready for an explosion to happen, just about now. What was up with Fang?
"Do you talk to her a lot?"
"I see her everyday. . ."
"No Duh! You see her at school, smart one! I'm just kidding. What you need to do is to call her and maybe set up a date. There you can tell her your feelings. Did that help?"
"Yeah, a little. I'll try it this weekend."
"But one question, Fang. Why do I need to know this " He lowered his head a little, as if he'd been rejected. He raised it again.
"Because I'm trying to make you jealous! " He gave me one of his quick smiles and I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. He did the same and after a few more, he got up and walked to the door.
"No, seriously, it should work. It's just gotta be done right," I said as I turned my stereo back on.
"Thanks," he said quietly and left my room.
A/N: Well, how was it? I know it's kinda short and cruddy, but I had it in my head all that day. If I get at least 10 reviews, I'll continue the story.
Also, sorry if I copied someone. It seemed like an idea that was very easily thought up. If anyone had this idea, I'm not copying you. Hope you liked the few paragraphs!