A/N: I am back with another Figgy fic of epic proportions! Here we go...
Full Synopsis: Max and her flock are in a stagnant period in their mission to save the world. It seems like all is well, but who knows how long that is going to last. They settle down in a safe house an succumb to simpler pleasures. However, Fang decides that this is the perfect time to confess his love for Max so long after their first kiss on the beach, but Max fails to return his feelings... or even formally address them. So Fang is heartbroken and decides to stop chasing her to figure out if what he feels for Max is sincere love or infatuation since she saved his life. Along the way, his stony silence crumbles and he becomes a more open and fun-loving person. In doing this, he does find that he does love someone but it isn't whom everyone expects.
When I Tired of Waiting: Chapter 1: Concerning Fang's "Love" For Max
Everything about Max sucked. I don't know what to do about her. I had kissed Max for the first time probably a month ago. I kissed Max again a few hours ago.
This sucked majorly. I don't know what to do! I kissed Max a few days ago, and she ran away. Every single time. I don't know what it was, but I had felt an attraction to Max ever since she kissed me first; that time I was about to die due to a gaping gash in my chest.
I loved how her lips felt against mine, how it felt when she touched my skin. It was intoxicating; it was Max. There's just one thing I don't understand though: she kissed me first and doesn't want to anymore. She kissed me, so I thought that I could too, but apparently, it doesn't work that way.
Maybe she was just thinking about a one time thing, I wasn't. I thought she loved me. I mean, why else would you kiss somebody in a life or death situation? For your health? I don't think so. It just didn't seem right.
You couldn't kiss me one day, and give me the cold shoulder the next. Max was so emotional, so defiant, so Max. I couldn't resist her lure. I couldn't resist everything about her. I loved her sarcasm and I was sure that I loved her, until now.
Until I realized this had been going on too long.
It had been about a month or two since that time Ari almost killed me (still got the battle scars to prove it). I just wished she would tell me yes or no, Even though I dreaded the latter. The wait was incredibly agonizing. It was at this point that I couldn't help, but wonder about girls as a whole.
Why did Max treat me the way she did? Why couldn't she stand up, be a man (or whatever) about it? Fight with her bare hands about it now? If she was half as nice as I thought she was then she would set me straight. It was all I wanted. But, no, she had to avoid me at all costs.
She wouldn't talk and would scramble out of the room at every chance she got. It was very irritating, and I hated waiting around for her. Just who did she think I was? A lapdog that was waiting for her answer, her beck and call whenever she felt it necessary? To let you know, I am no lapdog. I am Fang, a valued member of a mutant bird kid flock, thank you very much. I'm not sure about the valued, but regardless, it is what it is.
So, to catch you up to speed we have just taken down the School and Itex (maybe). We are currently residing at Dr. Martinez's house. We had just gotten here this evening and I was bored. I was just lying on my bed, limbs hanging off the sides, and staring at the cream ceiling.
You know Fang; this is your entire fault. You go around all day telling people to leave you alone, and that's exactly what you got. You're alone, happy? You're all alone. You have no one, not Gazzy, Iggy, Angel, Max, or even Nudge. But the truth is, you're not happy. You're dying for some human interaction; you're dying to talk. I never knew the day would come, and truth be told, I am a little scared.
After pushing the flock away all these years they are bound to have a reaction. If I approach Nudge, she would talk my head off, and I would eventually explode (or implode?).
Why sulk in your room? If you're so itching to talk to someone, why don't you do it? The thing is, I don't know how. This is totally my payback for all the crap I've been giving to the flock. This is my punishment, one that I don't want to willingly accept.
I could just imagine it now. Here's how the conversation would go:
I walk up to Gazzy, "Hi."
His face contorts to immeasurable proportions, "What?"
Offended, I would say, "I was just saying hi."
Gazzy starts to smirk at me, "Okay, okay, I fell for it. What's the trick?"
More offended than before I reply, "I just wanted to talk. Is it like, against the law to talk to a member of your flock?" he's still staring at me. "Whom you have known your entire life?"
More weird stares from Gazzy, "Who are you and where have you taken the real Fang?" he jokes, and then he begins to act more serious, his face more confused. He gets into a fighting stance. "Fang II?"
What? I try to have one friendly conversation with a member of my own flock, and I am accused of being a clone? What are we coming to Gazzy? What are we coming to? "Just forget it," I would've said angrily as, I walked away to sulk once more in my room.
Yup, and that's how it would go. Even my musings are unnaturally realistic (I scare myself all of the time). That rules out talking to Gazzy; he would just think I'm a clone or maybe something worse.
I was still bored, still wanted to talk to someone and still wanted to confront Max. Whatever shall I do? Who knew that a break from saving the world could be so stressful? How am I going to do this?
I pull out my laptop and wait for it to load up, which takes about five minutes. I need to figure out how to interact with people, how to become a part of this flock again. Parts of me screamed this will never work, and I became once again doubtful. No one in the flock knows me at all, except Max. She was my best friend, all I had. Now I don't even know, since she just loves going to such great lengths to avoid me.
Well guess what? I'm done with it, d-o-n-e. Max can go play whatever games she wants to; I'm just not going to be a part of it. Ugh, why is this so hard? I can talk the talk, but I have the hardest time in the world walking the walk. What can I say? I am in love with her. I've known the girl since my birth (creation?). How couldn't I develop this pathetic infatuation?
It's just hard to walk away from that kind of thing. It's not that bad though; I'm not whipped. Know why? It's because you have to actually be going out with the girl to be whipped. You have to actually have to have held her hand, or kissed her without her full out walking away, or have had an official make out session.
I haven't held her hand. I have kissed her before, but it doesn't count, because she ran away. Every. Single. Time. I haven't even had luck with a kiss, so what makes you think I would've had the pleasure to become whipped (or make out even)?
How come Max doesn't love me? I love her. Crap. Crap. Crap! No, I have to get over this. I have to get over Max. I will get over Max. She can't have this type of control of me. No one does. I am supposed to be strong for this flock, my role as an older kid. How come she does this to me? I groaned into my pillow, and then sat up.
I put my laptop on my lap, and then prepare to update my blog. I might as well; I have nothing else better to do. What do I say? We just took down the School? I guess that sounds okay. I decided not to search the Internet for ways to make a friend. It occurred to me that a person who would make a site like that wouldn't actually have friends. No one should have the time to create a website about something that lame.
That I needed, I added. I'm a hop, skip, and a jump away from being that creeper guy who write stupid websites about stuff no one but me would care about.
Now that I thought about it, I was the only one in the flock who used a computer a lot. I do have a blog. I do update a lot. I do think about starting a flock website along with it. I do surf the web a lot, and can proudly say that I have mastered the art of successfully utilizing a word document. I sighed.
I'm that weird guy. I'm that weird guy that likes Max for some unknown reason. I'm that weird guy who just called mastering the word document an art. I'm a nerd; I am a freak. I am an unattractive, nerdy, mutant bird-kid freak. Suddenly, I had some ideas pop up in my head. This was called artistic vision, I think. I opened up a document and started typing. It took a long time (hours, cause' I'm still working on typing faster), but I finally did it. I had written a two hundred word blog. I smiled at my work, something I rarely did. A guy can smile at his accomplishments, can't he? Here it goes:
Hi,
Um, as you might know this is Fang, your mutant bird kid extraordinaire. Yep, and I'm here to deliver the news about our attempt to save you.
A little while ago we have destroyed the School, and maybe even Itex. Thumbs up for that. We are still in the continental U.S. (for now) and actually have a little break to ourselves. It's been pretty relaxing, but to tell you the truth, I am pretty bored. This time of peace is pretty awesome, but I am restless.
It's like waiting for the school bell to ring. I'm waiting for that bell to ring, so that I can get out of here and do something exciting, but I can only hear the wind blowing. Damn you, nature.
Also, on a further note I think I am turning over a new leaf. Remember when I told you how I kissed Max the other day (that reminds me: why do I confide in you guys. you're internet randos)? Yeah. That bad. She ran away from me, again. So, I am a restless, lovesick bird kid. One who had nothing better to do with his life than write a blog. Sigh. I need new friends (that I can see), and I'll need them soon. I'll fill you in some more later, about what we're doing about world saving, and how tragic my life is.
Comments from previous entry:
fanggirl1132: the fact tht u luv max soooo much and she doesn't like u bac totaly pisses me off
Fang: It pisses me off too, and I am feeling so blue, and I don't know what to do.
Savingdawurld1flockatax: u r v max obsessed, dude. get over her. if i were standing beside you i would shake u by the shoulders until u stopped actin crazy.
Fang: I would stop acting crazy but I can't help it. It's simple as that. Sorry if I sound stubborn or stupid to you. You can't just get over someone who's been by your side your entire life. It's just not as easy as you make it seem. Think about it this way: If you loved this girl/boy since lets say, the fifth grade, and now you're forty. Would you be able to get over it as quickly as you say? If so, kudos to you.
ConfidenceLure: It seems you have a problem with relationships. I think you should confront Max to see what's up. If her answers no, her answer is no. I'd hate for you to get all caught up on this when you need to be doing other things, like, I don't know, saving the world.
Fang: Thanks for the advice, ConfidenceLure; maybe I'll take it.
Fly on,
Fang
I posted the blog and waited for reviews. As usual, they started to flood in with undeniable speed. I looked over a few of them, and they were pretty crazy. Most of them said things like, you should date me, or get over her, or to go hide in the closet. Sheesh, fan girls.
Hey, I almost forgot. What the heck does hiding in the closet mean? When in doubt, google it, that's what I always have said. Not that I say that all the time. That would be the worst catch phrase in the history of the world's catch phrases. I change the web page to the google homepage, and type in the words.
Oh, my god! Those words have permanently scarred my eyes. I throw the laptop to my pack, and back away with speed. What is wrong with people nowadays? Shuddering, I open the bedroom door to see that Max is standing right there. How did she know what I wanted for Christmas? Hmm… I've started to suspect that I'm not very funny. Her hand was in the air, just about to knock on my door. That is a pretty weird coincidence that I opened the door at the exact same time that she was going to knock.
Staring into her surprised eyes, I start to get lost. Snapping myself out of it, I reply in a gruff(/too cool for school) voice, "Uh, what's up?"
"I heard some shuffling up here and it reminded me," she quietly said, here eyes never meeting mine.
"Of what?" I replied, secretly hoping that she would say that she loved me back. What was I saying? Didn't I just say, not even a few moments ago that I was done with her? I had to stand by that, even if she said she loved me right now. I would have to stand by it, even if she tried to kiss me right here.
It would be a hard feat, but I have faced harder. I'm not going to be that guy whose whole life revolves around some girl that he couldn't have. I am definitely better than that. I know I am. I should be okay that she just got caught up in the moment, and that it was a one-time thing. I am okay, even if it means we can't be as good of friends as we used to be. I can be the better person any day, starting on this one.
"That it's time for dinner, and I uh, need your computer," she replied calmly. She reached over to go pick it up from where I had thrown it a few seconds ago. I swooped in, remembering what I was searching earlier. I didn't want her to think that…
She glared at me quizzically, and I smirked. "Just a minute", I told her.
I closed the web page, deleted the history, the history's history, the history's history's history and everything. Yeah, I know how to do that; I'm a nerd. Just having someone know that I was looking at that would make me want to die several times over. Then, I handed it to her, the expression on her face never changing.
She eyed me suspiciously, taking the stolen hardware from my arms. She started pecking at the keyboard, looking for a sign of what I was doing. She then, looked up at me, "Memory wiped clean."
I smirked at her, showing no sign of giving up. I was definitely going to win this fight. I simply shrugged. She tsked-tsked-tsked at me, waving her index finger at in my face. "You were doing something that you weren't supposed to."
I shrugged again, getting irritated, "What would make you think that?"
Why is she talking to me all of a sudden? Of course I couldn't help, but feel a small flutter of hope swell in my chest. Maybe she did love me. Max closed the laptop, tucking it under her arm. "Maybe I'll have Nudge take a look at it."
I shrugged a third time, knowing this will get on her nerves. She frowned, my method of annoyance getting to her. "I'm sitting here talking to myself," she muttered.
Hearing that I reply with my version of a witty comeback, "Isn't that what you wanted?" She jumped at my sudden comment. "Time to yourself?"
She stares at the ceiling, forming thoughts in her head and a heat radiating off of her cheeks, "No, it's just that… you…just…"
Oh no. This is going to be the talk where she lets me down easy. It's okay, I'll just do it first. I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I had realized that I didn't want the talk after starting the confrontation. It was like not wanting to taunt a raging bull after waving a red cloth in its face.
My expression softened, and I dropped the angry face I hadn't realized I had been holding. I smiled slightly, almost creepily, and some part of me was hoping I was freaking her out. That's what I needed to do to make her sorry for what she does to me. "Oh, it's okay, we don't have to talk, I understand completely."
Her mouth dropped, an o of surprise forming. I hurriedly walked out of my room, leaving her in her surprised thoughts. I bet she hadn't seen that coming. Heck, even I hadn't seen that coming, but it felt good. A weight had been lifted off of my chest that had been there for a while.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a television's low hum. I entered the living room to see Iggy sprawled across the couch. He was so peaceful to the point where I couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not. I stared at the television screen; the pulsing blue lights were almost distracting. Just then, a figure moved on the couch, Iggy. "I take it things didn't go so well with Max."
"Were you spying?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him, glad that he couldn't see it.
"Hard not to hear with all the awkwardness going on…" I was kind of glad that he couldn't see the sudden emotion appear on my face. It was very un-Fang like. He sat up and patted the area next to him, inviting me to sit next to him.
I sat, "Uh, not really."
He stared at the screen, as if he could see it. I smirked; sometimes you could just forget that he was blind. I liked that he didn't take it as a disability. "She ran away again?"
"Nah, I-" I paused for a moment, thinking. Did I just do what she always did to me? Of course not! No one was kissed… but someone was left standing alone. Maybe I'm just as bad as her. "-think I did the same exact thing she had done to me."
Iggy smirked, and I could feel one of his jokes coming. "So she kissed you and you ran away? That's so female; I think you might be turning into a girl, one of the Nudge variety. Congratulations."
I punched him in the arm, jokingly. "That's not funny; it's more of the scary variety," I found myself laughing lightly at my joke, Iggy's laugh not that far behind. "I'm serious."
He calmed down. "Okay, okay, okay. So what are you going to do about it?"
Hmm. I hadn't thought of that, honestly. I'd just always thought it would work out. I'd always thought we would passionately share a kiss and make out under the stars and I am afraid my imagination has gotten the best of me, once again. Suddenly, an idea popped up into my head. "I think I'm going to cool off for a while. Take a break from her, and catch up on my manly activities. The ones that you say I'm lacking in."
He pumped his fist in the air. "Awesome, now I'll have someone to beat in the most deadly videogame known to man. Want to know what it is?"
I shrugged, and then remembering he couldn't see it I responded. "Sure."
He smiled mischievously. "I think I'm going to have to keep the suspense going until tomorrow. Until then you'll have to spend every waking moment wondering, waiting, and being in suspense."
He said this nonchalantly, as to make me care all the more. I waved him off only to find that I was in suspense. I really wanted to know what was waiting for me. Darn you Iggy, and your horribly attractive description skills. Um, okay. I'm going to just forget I ever said that last sentence…now! He then started to laugh and the object of said laughter seemed to be me. So, narrowing my eyes, I reply. "What's so funny?"
"What were you looking at on that computer?"
I find myself stumbling over my words and several pictures of closets flashing in my head. "I...uh... um-nothing!?"
"Was it porn?" Keep in mind he says this with a straight face.
"No!" 'Was it porn?' What a ridiculous question cause it wasn't.
By this time, he was already walking away with an incredibly smug look on his face. "Uh huh."
After that, we just watched a horrible late night movie, followed by horrible infomercials. All of this was riddled with incredibly lame jokes about my web surfing. When I couldn't take it anymore I bid him goodnight. And just like that, I was asleep.
A/N: How do you like it?