Hey peoples! Story idea!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Disclaimer: I don't own the one line of dialogue in here that was in the book series. You'll recognize it. XD I also don't own Advil, although I need one for my headache… =( AND the stories Max is reading are all in an actual book, so you can't blame me for their mild crappiness. XD
Max's POV
"Max! Max! Can you please tell us a story?" Angel jumped up and down in front of me, her Bambi eyes on full blast. I tried to shield myself from their power, but to no avail. Dang it. Knowing Angel, she would want some lovey-dovey story about princesses.
"Fine," I told her wearily, uncovering my eyes. Angel cheered, then ran up the stairs to get Nudge. I heard someone laugh quietly behind me, and whirled around. It was Fang. "Jeez Fang! Is it possible for you to generate some sort of noise when you walk? You keep sneaking up on me!" I complained, glaring the two inches up at him. He smiled his secretive Fang-smile, and I had a hard time keeping my thoughts clear. Wait, what? Fang wasn't like that! He didn't like me more than a sister, of course he wouldn't. Would he?
"But it's so fun to scare you," he protested, his dark voice hinting at suppressed laughter. I glared at him again and turned around quickly, so my long braid flew off my shoulder and thwacked him in the chest. Hard. Fang coughed on impact, and I grinned. "Ow, Max! That hurt! Do you braid your hair with rocks or something?" he demanded. I grinned at him again, happy to use my never-fail comeback.
"Why, is your head missing some?" Fang scowled at me, and I laughed. Score one for Max!
"You know, that really isn't fair," he told me seriously, taking a step forward. I refused to let my heart speed up; Fang was practically my freaking brother for Pete's sake! "I don't think that's very nice of you, Max." Fang took another step, closing the distance until we were about an inch apart. "Not very nice at all." He tilted his head down slightly and stared directly in my eyes, his gaze so intense that I couldn't look away. Unconsciously, I shuffled just a little bit closer when-
"We're ready Max!" Nudge sang, skipping down the stairs. Lightning-quick, Fang and I jumped apart, not looking at each other. What the fnick had just happened? Nudge reached the bottom of the staircase, Angel right behind her. "Max? Are you okay? You look kind of… dazed," Nudge asked me worriedly. I shook my head to clear it, plastering on a bright smile.
"Nah, I'm okay Nudge. I was just spacing for a second," I told her quickly. Glancing at the book in her hands, I mentally groaned. "You want me to read you a pink princess stencil book?" I asked her incredulously. Nudge frowned, and Angel crossed her arms.
"What's wrong with the color pink?" They asked simultaneously. I just looked at them, and they burst out laughing at the expression on my face.
"It's okay Max, it's not like we're asking you to wear pink or anything. We know it isn't your favorite color, even though you look amazing in it like remember at that dance we went to for Dr Martinez's society and we forced you into that pink dress and you had your hair up and you were soooo pretty and Fang was completely-" Nudge started to ramble, but when he heard his name, Fang quickly cut her off.
"That's enough, Nudge," he announced loudly. She stopped and looked at him apologetically.
"Sorry Fang that just slipped out I wasn't going to say anything important actually now that I think about it I was going to but I'm sorry Fang it was an accident I didn't mean to say you were completely in love with-" Nudge rambled on again in her apology, but at her last words Fang slapped a hand across her mouth.
"I know that I was completely in love with the mini hot dogs Nudge," he stared at her until she nodded, then took his hand off her mouth again. I stared at them, completely confused by their little exchange. Somehow, I got the feeling Nudge wasn't originally going to say 'mini hot dogs'.
"Nudge what were you-" I began, but Angel cut me off with a bright smile.
"Max can we go read the stories now? It's already nine thirty and we have to be asleep by ten!" she complained. I frowned at her. What was with cutting me off at the beginning of my sentence.? And she didn't have to be asleep by ten, what was Angel talking about?
What you were going to ask is something you don't have to know right now, Max. He'll tell you later. Angel explained in my head.
He? You mean Fang? My head started to cloud even when I thought the name. What the heck? Something was definitely wrong with me. Maybe I need an Advil or something…
Yeah, Fang will tell you about what Nudge was going to say. But right now can you read us the stories? Angel asked me sweetly. I grinned.
"Yeah Ange, we can read stories now," I told her aloud. She smiled, well, angelically at me, and skipped back up the stairs. She and Nudge chattered excitedly about princesses and a girl named Justine Beaver all the way up the stairs. Resignedly, I followed them up the stairs. At the top I heard the tiniest whisper of clothes shifting, and spun around to find Fang directly behind me. Again. "Jeez! Make noise! That is an order!" I yelled at him, getting annoyed for some reason. I was so mixed up inside that I didn't know how to act. Fang just smiled at me and followed me down the hallway to the room Angel and Nudge shared. I glared at him, but he only shrugged innocently, smiling his Fang-smile again.
"I want to listen to you read the princess stories," he answered my unspoken question easily, laughter hidden in his dark eyes. I ignored the fluttering in my stomach that had randomly decided to be present today, instead turning around and silently opening the door to the girls' room.
Nudge and Angel were already in their nightgowns, braiding each others' hair on Angel's bed. They looked up as Fang and I entered the room, and smiled brightly at us. "Story time," I announced, my voice decidedly unenthusiastic. Fang elbowed me, and I yelped, before plastering a sickly sweet smile on my face. "I mean, STORY TIME!" I sang at the top of my lungs. Angel and Nudge cheered happily at my words, shooting thankful grins at Fang. Nudge scrambled off of Angel's bed and into her own, the purple-covered bed parallel to Angel's pink-covered one. As the girls snuggled into their covers, I dragged Nudge's neon green bean bag into the space between the beds, plopping down into it with a loud crunch. I shifted, squishing the beads of stuffing inside, listening to the crackling sounds. Fang quirked an eyebrow as he sat down on the carpet in front of me, leaning his back against Angel's bed.
"Nice, Max," he commented, staring at me as I made the bean bag more comfortable. I glared at him, but it wasn't my usual Killer Max glare, only a weaker one. I was about to make a snappy retort back at the suddenly grinning bird kid when a large pink book sailed off Angel's bed and into my lap.
"Ouch!" I complained, rubbing my wrist. The large pink monstrosity Angel wanted me to read had connected with my arm as it fell. "Watch where you throw things, Angel!"
"Sorry Max," she apologized. Angel adjusted her blond curls and looked at me adoringly. "Can you read the stories now?"
"Wait a sec- stories? As in more than one?" I asked confusedly. "I said I would read one story!" Nudge and Angel turned their Bambi eyes on me, full blast. I tried to look away, but it was too late. The power of their adorable faces had caught me, straight on. "Ugh…" I groaned unwillingly, scowling.
"You know you're going to read them the whole book Max, so just start," Fang suggested, his tone reasonable. Glaring down at the large pink book, I read the title. Princess Stencil Book. How original. Finally, I opened the cover, looking evilly at the page of fancy script, princess stencil, and storybook scene on the opposite page. I wondered how flammable this book was…
"Fine," I ground out. Nudge and Angel bounced in their beds excitedly, no-doubt wanting to squeal at the top of their lungs. I flipped through the pages of the book, finding that there were five different stories, stencils, and cute little princessy pictures. "Cinderella is first," I decided.
Fang's POV
Nudge and Angel looked over the edges of their beds, craning their necks to see the picture better over Max's head. Max looked really disgruntled, but all of us knew that she had resigned herself to reading all five princess stories by now.
Fang, are you going to tell Max you love her? Angel's voice butted into my thoughts. I sat up straight, alarm flashing through my mind.
Ange, can you please warn me when you're going to suddenly thought-speak to me? I asked her, my mind-voice slightly strained. She giggled, grinning at me.
Sorry Fang, I was just wondering. Me and Nudge want you guys to get together already! Can you tell her tonight? Pleeease?
Maybe, I hedged. It depends on whether she's spitting poison after reading all those princess stories or not.
Okay, that's reasonable, Angel agreed. I want to listen to Max read now.
Yeah, me too. We fell silent, and listened intently as Max read, rubbing a finger absentmindedly against her full lower lip.
"Long ago, Cinderella lived in a big house with her two cruel stepsisters. They were so jealous of her beauty that they treated her like a servant!" Max looked up at Nudge with an expression of mock horror on her beautiful face. "Oh no! Not like a servant! Anything but that!" she gasped, laying a hand against her forehead, her eyes fluttering closed.
Angel cuffed the back of Max's head. "Keep reading!" The seven-year-old ordered imperiously, tossing her blond curls. Max raised an eyebrow at her, but obeyed. I could tell she was starting to have fun with this.
"One day, there was a great excitement when an invitation to a grand ball arrived from the palace. Cinderella longed to go to the ball, but her stepsisters made her stay home." Max paused to add in her own interjections. "Oh the tragedy!" Nudge coughed loudly, and Max grinned. "As Cinderella sat crying in the kitchen, her Fairy Godmother appeared! Waving her wand, she produced a beautiful ball gown for Cinderella and a gleaming coach to take her to the ball. 'But you must be back by midnight!' she warned." Max wagged a finger sternly in the air as she read the fairy godmother's words. I smiled softly, watching her eyes light up as she really got into the story. Max would never admit it, not even if her life was in jeopardy, that she actually did enjoy reading princess stories to Nudge and Angel. This would be such great blackmail if I didn't love her…
"The Prince was dazzled by Cinderella's beauty and danced with no one else. She was so happy that she did not notice the time. As the clock struck midnight she fled in horror from the ballroom, leaving behind a glass slipper." Angel and Nudge gasped in practiced awe; they had heard Cinderella millions of times, but they always liked to react. "The Prince visited every house in the land looking for the girl who fit the glass slipper. At last he found Cinderella, dressed in rags!" Nudge grimaced.
"I always felt bad for her there because at the ball she was wearing the most BEAUTEOUS dress, and then the second time the Prince sees her she's all grody and dirty and dressed in torn, smudged clothes. Poor Cinders," Nudge sighed.
"Much to the surprise of the two stepsisters, the Prince asked Cinderella to marry him, and they lived happily together for the rest of their lives. The End." Nudge, Angel and I clapped for Max, who grinned at us. "I always thought this was an awful version of Cinderella," she confided to me in a whisper. I nodded sagely in reply, and she grinned at me, her beautiful face lighting up.
"Next story!" Angel announced, leaning down to flip the page for Max. "Beauty and The Beast!"
Max stuck her tongue out at Ange, but didn't say anything. Instead, she continued on to the next story without complaint. Angel smiled sweetly at her in return, and Nudge giggled. "Beauty and The Beast," Max began. "Once there was a young girl so pretty that she was called 'Beauty.' Her father came to her one day with a very heavy heart. He told her that an ugly beast had dragged him to his dark castle and only freed him on the condition that he sent Beauty there in his place." Max paused suddenly, a frown creasing her forehead. "What the heck? What happened to the part where he picked the rose for her? How did the Beast even know about Beauty?" she demanded.
I shrugged. "It's the condensed version," was my suggestion. Max raised an eyebrow at me, and continued reading. Nudge and I slapped high fives as Max looked back down at the book.
"When Beauty arrived at the castle she was terrified by the Beast, but soon realized that he was kind. Each evening the Beast would ask her to marry him but she always refused."
"That's not very nice of her the Beast is feeding her and dancing with her and letting her live in his fnicking castle! And she won't even marry him or anything! That's what I call selfish," Nudge huffed, crossing her arms.
"Maybe she doesn't want to get tied down," I explained softly. "A lot of girls think if they get married or even get a boyfriend they won't have as much freedom. That's not always true." My traitor eyes slid over to Max's face, which was slightly pinker than before around her cheeks.
"Continuing with the story!" Max tossed her hair over her shoulder. "The one day Beauty heard that her father was sick. The Beast loved her so much that he let her return home. Beauty's father soon recovered, but one night she had a dream that the Beast was dying. She immediately went back to the castle. Weeping at the Beast's side, she declared her love for him." Max broke off, looking distastefully at the picture of Beauty on the page. "She's a little late," Max commented.
"It's never too late to say 'I love you'," I mused, wondering where all this mush was coming from. Was Angel putting all the gush coming out of my mouth into my mind for me to say?
I'm not Fang, I swear. You're thinking of it by yourself. It's actually kind of cute, Angel told me.
Ange! Get out of my head!
Fine, jeez.
Just listen to the story Angel.
"The moment Beauty spoke these words, the castle lit up and in the place of the Beast knelt a young Prince. He explained that he had been turned into a beast by a wicked fairy and that only the love of a beautiful girl would save him." Max broke off, looking up indignantly from the book. "Why a beautiful girl? Why wouldn't a pretty girl, or just cute, or even a plain or ugly girl work just as fine? It's still love, right? Why does she have to be beautiful?" Max's eyes told that she wasn't talking only about the story, but I wasn't sure exactly what else she did mean. "I bet she has to have red hair too," she muttered under her breath.
"No she doesn't-" I tried to say, but Max cut in.
"Look! Even the girl in the picture has red hair!" she pointed, and I was forced to admit that Max was right.
"Okay Max, get on with it! We know that the picture of Beauty has red hair, big deal! Just finish the story already!" Nudge shifted impatiently beneath her blankets. Max looked like she was about to say something, but Nudge glared a Mini-Max glare at her. Max had a look in her chocolate brown eyes that made me think she was conversing with Angel, too.
"Angel! That's not true. Don't make up his mind for him!" Max protested aloud. Angel frowned at her, but didn't say anything in return. "Let me finish the fnicking story. So Beauty married her Prince and they both lived happily ever after. The End. Finally. Ugh, I hate this story," Max muttered. Angel frowned, and Nudge shook her head at her, making sure Max didn't see.
"Next story?" I asked, trying to get things moving again. Max glared at me, and I wondered why. I hadn't done anything wrong. Yet.
"Please Max? Give it a try," Angel begged, her blue eyes troubled. Max refused to look at her, and I got the feeling that Angel wasn't talking about reading the next story.
"It's not right, Ange. Next story. Snow White, yippee. There was once a young Princess called Snow White. Her stepmother, the Queen, was very jealous of her. One day the Queen gazed at her reflection, asking, 'Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all?' When the mirror answered that it was Snow White, the Queen ordered her huntsman to kill the girl. Snow White fled into the forest and came upon a little house. Inside there were seven little chairs, seven little plates, and seven little beds. It was the home of the seven dwarfs and hearing her sad story, they asked her to stay." Max paused, not looking at me, but instead glancing up at Nudge. "Hmm, the seven chairs, seven plates, and seven beds belonged to the seven dwarfs! Who woulda thunk?" Nudge looked at her, her mocha eyes silently pleading with Max's chocolate ones. Was there some sort of Girl War going on that I wasn't aware of? "No Nudge. Anyway, when the Queen learned where Snow White was hiding, she set out dressed as an old woman and tricked Snow White into eating a poisoned apple. The dwarfs returned from work to find Snow White lying on the ground. They loved her so much that they made her a glass coffin for all to see her beauty." Max broke off again to add in yet another famous Max-comment. "Eww, that's kind of gnarly. Wouldn't she decay or something? Didn't they think about that?" she asked no one in particular. Nobody answered, and she frowned before continuing the story without further interruption. "One day a Prince came riding by and fell in love with Snow White. As he lifted her coffin, she awoke. He took her back to his kingdom to marry her and they lived together in great happiness. The End."
"He married her just because she was beautiful?" I asked incredulously. That just didn't seem right. "What if she was a vain little idiot, and he married her without a second thought just because she was kinda pretty?" Angel smiled at me over Max's head.
"Well, princess stories don't really make sense a lot of the times, but they're nice to think about," she mused happily, leaning back into her pillow and gazing up at her star-covered ceiling.
"I know, right? I don't know why I'm even reading them! Oh yeah. Now I remember," Max said pointedly. Nudge and Angel pretended not to notice, and I had to smile. "What's so funny, Fang?" Do you want to read the next story?" Max demanded. I shrugged.
"Sure. That'd be okay," I agreed. Max looked slightly startled, like she hadn't thought I would actually say yes. "Give me the book." She handed me the large pink book, our fingers touching for a moment. Max didn't meet my eyes, instead leaning back in her bean bag and closing hers. "The Princess and The Frog," I began in a soothing voice. "One evening a young Princess was playing with her beautiful golden ball when it fell into a deep lake." I broke off to snicker at the wording. Pervert City here!
"Eww, Fang!" Nudge shrieked, throwing a pillow at my head. I ducked easily, but was smacked in the forehead by Angel's projectile, a vibrant teal elephant. The girls slapped high fives over Max's head, who was giggling uncontrollably at the expression on my face.
"What? I was just reading what the book said!" I protested, dodging more pillows and stuffed animals. Max got up and threw her fnicking bean bag at my head, which I nimbly avoided, glaring at her in the process. "What was that for?" I demanded.
"Poisoning the girls' young minds! I don't want them to grow up and be like female Iggys!" she retorted. I paused, weighing this statement.
"Well, that would be bad," I admitted. She smirked at me. "On with the story! Golden ball in a deep lake…" I snickered again, but stopped at Max's Killer Max Glare. "Ahem. 'I'd give all my jewels, my fine clothes,-everything I own- to have my precious ball back,' she wept'." My lips quirked up in a mischievous smile, but I didn't comment. "On hearing this, a large frog appeared and promised to find the ball if the Princess agreed to take him home, let him eat from her plate, and sleep upon her bed. The Princess was repelled by the creature but gave her promise. Once the frog had found the ball, the Princess was overjoyed and ran off toward the castle thinking no more about the frog. The next evening while the Princess was eating her supper, the frog knocked at her castle door reminding her of her promise. When the King heard about their meeting at the lake, he told his daughter, 'A promise must be kept. Let your visitor in.' The frog sat next to the Princess who could not bring herself to eat anything but watched in disgust as he ate all he could. And that night the frog slept on her pillow while the Princess cried herself to sleep." I paused for breath, and Max took the opportunity to comment again.
"What a wuss. All the frog did was eat and sleep, and she's crying her eyes out!" Max shook her head.
"She's a princess though. The poor girl isn't used to having slimy amphibians on her table and in her bed!" Nudge argued. Max shrugged, unconvinced. "Keep reading Fang," Nudge sighed.
"In the morning, the Princess awoke to find a handsome Prince standing at the foot of her bed. He told her how a wicked fairy had changed him into a frog. Now that the Princess had broken the spell, the Prince asked her to marry him and the next day they left for his kingdom where they lived happily for many years. The End," I finished with a flourish. "Now I've used up all my words for today. Max has to read again," I announced, tossing the book and her bean bag back at the pouting girl.
"But I like listening to you read!" Max protested, sitting back down on her bean bag. "It's more fun than reading it myself."
"I'm so sorry Max, but you have to read Sleeping Beauty. Then it's bedtime for you guys," I decided. Nudge and Angel groaned. Max flipped the book to the last story, resigning herself to reading it.
"A king and Queen were once so overjoyed at the birth of their beautiful daughter that they arranged a grand party. While some good fairies were offering their gifts a wicked fairy burst in and put a curse on the baby Princess, saying that on her fifteenth birthday she would fall into an everlasting sleep." Max stopped, frowning.
"That's not how I remember the story," I remarked. The girls all nodded, staring at the page with the story as if it would give them answers. "Keep going, Max." Surprisingly, she obeyed.
"On the day of her fifteenth birthday the Princess came upon a secret room. Inside was the wicked fairy disguised as an old woman at a spinning wheel. The Princess pricked her finger on the spindle and fell lifeless to the floor. A hundred years passed and then one day a handsome young Prince rode by. He had heard of the wicked curse and drew his sword to cut back the thorns that surrounded the Princess' castle. He searched the castle and at last found the room where the beautiful princess lay." Max paused again, glaring at the page. "Why do all the fnicking princesses have to be beautiful?" she yelled with surprising vehemence. "It's getting on my nerves!"
"It's a cliché fairytale thing," Nudge explained. "There's tons of books where the princesses are plain though. You can read one of those tomorrow!" she added brightly. Max grimaced at her, but didn't say anything.
"The moment the Prince kissed her, the curse was broken and the Princess awoke. They immediately fell in love. Soon everyone was celebrating the marriage of the Prince and Princess who had a long and happy life together. The End." Max slammed the book shut with a happy smile. "Finally!"
"I'm sensing a recurring theme here. Beautiful princess in some sort of trouble, handsome prince saves her, they get married the minute they meet each other, and are incredibly happy." Angel nodded at my words.
"That's how the stories go!" she confirmed dreamily, sinking into her pillows again. Nudge yawned, snuggling into her blankets also. Max rose from her beanbag, stroking the curls back from Angel's forehead. I stood up also, leaning over the adorable little girl that was Angel.
"G'night Max. G'night Fang. I love you guys," she yawned at us, blinking sleepily. Max leaned down, a tender look on her usually tough face.
"I love you too Ange. Good night," she whispered, kissing Angel's forehead softly. My heart panged, and for a moment I wished I was Angel, comfortably in bed, with Max kissing my forehead and telling me she loved me. Max turned towards the nightstand, clicking the lamp off and moving towards Nudge's bed. "Good night Nudge, I love you," I heard Max say.
"Night, Angel," I whispered to the seven-year-old, stroking her forehead. She smiled sleepily at me.
"Do me a favor, Fang," she whispered back. I nodded in reply. "Tell Max you love her for me. G'night Fangles, I love you," she finished, turning on her side and pulling the blankets over her head before I could say anything to her.
Max was waiting for me at their door now. I turned to Nudge and bent over her, dusting her cheek with a light kiss. "Night, Nudgekins," I told her, ruffling her hair. Nudge smiled at the nickname, stretching up to kiss my cheek.
"Good night Fang. And good luck with Max," she whispered. I blushed, hoping desperately that no one saw in the darkness. I willed the blush to disappear as I grinned at Nudge. She closed her eyes and was immediately asleep. Dang, that girl was good. I walked out the door where Max was still waiting, closing the door behind us. We walked silently down the hallway, my head a couple inches over Max's. When we reached her door, she turned and looked at me, our comfortable silence turning slightly awkward.
"Thanks for reading, Max. You know that the girls enjoy it," I found myself saying. Max nodded, grinning as she met my gaze.
"Yeah, I know. It's that dang Beauty and the Beast that irritates me every time," she whispered, looking down at her feet again.
"Why?"
"Reasons," she hedged, obviously not wanting to discuss it. "But luckily The Princess and the Frog always cheers me up again. Golden ball," Max snickered happily.
"Yeah…" I wanted to say more, but as always, the words were getting stuck in my throat. Dang it!
"So, g'night Fang," Max shifted awkwardly. She half-turned, getting ready to open her door and disappear into her room. Just go Fang!
"Umm, Max?" I asked. She turned around, her chocolate brown eyes glittering with, hope? I didn't know what to say, the sparkle of her eyes was distracting me.
"Fang?" she asked. Without a word, I touched my lips gently against her cheek, right next to her dropped-open-in-surprise mouth. She stared at me in confusion.
"Good night Max," I told her gently, turning and walking down the hallway towards my room. I knew she was still standing in the hallway, watching me walk away, probably holding a hand to her face. I resisted the urge to run back down the hallway and kiss her full on the lips, instead turning into my room and quietly shutting the door. There was no way I would get any sleep tonight.
Max's POV
What the heck was that? My thoughts were completely mixed up now, even worse than before. Emotions flew in a torrent, like a cyclone racing through my mind. I stared down the hallway as Fang casually walked away back into his room, heard the quiet click as his door shut behind him. Everything looked normal. But it definitely wasn't.
You don't need to know that now. Fang will tell you later.
Yeah right, of course I needed to know now! I finally went into my room, flopping on the bed as my thoughts whirled around in a disorganized mess. What was up with Fang? What was up with me?
I needed to know.
I resolved that I would find out in the morning, and still tracing the burning spot where Fang's lips had touched my face with a stray finger, I tried to fall asleep.
'Tried' being the key word.
Nudge's POV
As soon as the door shut behind Fang, Angel and I bolted upright in our beds, abandoning our guise of being asleep. I looked at her excitedly.
"ZOMG Angel that was perfect! Did you see how they were acting?" I asked my little sister with a giggle. She nodded, smiling happily.
"I have a plan for tomorrow, too!" Angel squealed quietly, trying not to wake Gazzy in the next room.
"Really?" I asked, bouncing up and down in my bed. It was hard to contain my excitement. "What is it? Tell me!"
Angel explained her plan carefully, me nodding along the entire time. "That's genius!" I declared as she finished.
Angel grinned. "Exactly! It has to work! Now Max will be able to see how perfect she and Fang would be as a couple!" Suddenly she frowned, her face clouding over. "Tonight when I was trying to mind-speak with her though, she wouldn't even accept the fact that Fang's in love with her. She thought it was totally ridiculous, even though it's completely obvious the feeling is mutual."
I nodded sagely. "Sometimes I wonder what Max's logic is," I confided in Angel. "She seems so drawn in at times, then a few minutes later she's completely out of her shell! It's confusing."
"That's just Max. Only Fang seems to understand that, and not even he does sometimes. And the thing with her denying stuff that's obviously true, that's just her not wanting to get hurt," Angel realized. "We kind of have to let her figure it out by herself."
I yawned, falling back on my pillows. "We can help her figure it out by herself," I concluded stubbornly. "Tomorrow. Good night Ange." I turned over, hearing Angel do the same.
"Night, Nudge," she replied sleepily.
And silence reigned.
Whew that was long. I just wanted to get this fic up today so I could say MERRY CHRISTMAS to all you Christmas-celebraters! XD Review please!
~TMI~