This is a oneshot that I wrote one day when I was bored. It's also my first MR story that I felt was good enough to publish. Basically, Fang has been trying to ask Max out for a bit, and this is how he convinces her to give him a shot. AU
"Come on, Max, you know you love me. I know you love me. The whole fricking world knows you love me and I bet the creatures that live on the planet E.T. comes from know too! Why can't you just admit it to my face?" Fang pleaded with me forcing me to look him straight in his eyes-those stunning, deep, gor- never mind.
Fang had been driving me insane for days trying to convince me that I was in love with him. I swear when I am emitted to the loony house he will be the one to blame- but seriously, me, in love with him? Psh, like that would ever happen- In. His. Dreams. I mean that is just crazy talk.
Oh God. I bet he does dream of that. Stupid teen hormones.
"Fang, why can't you wrap your humongous, stupid, ignorant, head around the fact that I, unlike every other gag worthy fangirl in this town, am not hopelessly in love with you?" I spat at him trying to get my point across, but honestly, I was failing miserably.
Never tell him I said this, but I could sort of see why girls were always swooning over him. His lean -not steroid-induced muscles, his endless midnight eyes, his drool worthy abs, his silky shaggy black hair that always seems to hang in his eyes, that sun kissed tan skin- oh and did I mention his abs?-Oh dear god those abs! Kill me now.
Okay, before you guys go all 'Uh-huh, looks like little Maxie is crushing on our Fangy Poo', let's get one thing straight ok? I do not-under any circumstances- like Fang. Ok? I. Do. NOT. Like. Fang! Understand?
He's way to obnoxious and pig-headed for me to even consider giving him a second glance, much less like him!
I was so caught up in trying to convince myself- I mean you guys that I was- am not in love with Fang I hadn't noticed Fang gradually lean closer to me.
It only took me a minute to get over my little rant and suddenly became very aware of Fang moving closer, and closer, and closer, until finally, he was so close I could smell the intoxicating aroma that was Fang expelling off of him. God, why did he have to smell this good? I felt my knees give out for a brief second as I took in his familiar scent that tended to make me light-headed - but I loved it.
"Come on, Maxie," he whispered in my ear. I used all my will power, willing myself not to give in and shiver, but judging by his smug smirk, I didn't succeed. I just want to smack that smirk right off his arrogant face- that will give him something to smirk about. "Give me a chance-one date- that's all I'm asking for." He pleaded as I felt his warm breath on my neck.
"Mmmm," I muttered incoherently- being at such a close proximity to Fang was seriously destroying my brain cells, not to mention my common sense!
The real Maximum Ride would have punched his pretty boy face, screamed every profanity she knew, huffed, and stomped away, but this weird Fang-infected Max was acting like her polar opposite! What is wrong with me? Wait, why is he leaning closer- as if that were possible- to me?
Suddenly, I felt a soft pair of warm lips press onto mine. The minute our lips connected I felt my brain short circuit leaving it a useless pile of mush. Forget about what I said earlier, kissing him was killing my brain cells. I swear, if you had asked me my own name, I wouldn't have been able to tell you. I blame the fact that my brain was currently a futile pile of mush for my next actions- keep in mind I was not fully aware of what I was doing- I kissed back. Taking this as encouragement, Fang tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. His tongue started gently outlining the bottom of my lip asking for permission to enter- this brought me back to planet earth from my crazy visit to La-La-Make-Out- with-Fang Land. Oh God what am I doing? I'm kissing Fang!
I immediately-and somewhat reluctantly- jumped away from Fang, disconnecting our lips.
Fang's emotional mask faltered as he seemed surprised, and I noticed a flash of hurt flicker though his endless pool of eyes, before putting on his poker face, showing me no emotion what so ever.
"What the hell was that for?" I screeched, trying - and epically failing to hide the faint blush creeping its way onto my face.
"I don't know, but you sure didn't seem to mind a couple of seconds ago!" Crap, he had me there.
"I was surprised!" I defended- but even I didn't believe that one.
"Suuure, whatever you say, Maxi-Pad," I shot him one of my famous death glares. He didn't even flinch. I was impressed- but I'd never admit that to him- no need for his ego to get any bigger than it already is. "But just admit it. You loooove me. You love me thiiiiis much!" He mocked in a singsong voice, he even extended his arms way out to demonstrate.
"Wow, Fang, you sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet. Call her a feminine hygiene product and then lie about her. Nice." I spat, my voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"You know you love it," he whispered, leaning in as if to kiss me again. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, only to fall on my face as he pulled away at the last second.
"Sorry, Max, I guess you'll just have to wait until Friday." He stated as he smirked. I looked at him, obviously confused.
"What's Friday?" I asked completely and utterly lost. He chuckled.
"Friday is our first date, silly!" and with that, he sauntered off, leaving me standing there, looking like an idiot, with a slight smile playing on my lips.
A/N
I want to give a very big shout out to Bandgeekclarinet14, because without her awesome beta skills, this story would completely suck. I'm serious, she is awesome! She thought it was way too short (I agreed with her, I'm not very good at stretching things out) so she helped me make it longer! Go check out her stories, they rock!
Also, while I'm on a shout out roll, I want to give a shout out to ISuckAtUsernames because she's Australian, and ChickWithThePurpleGuitar because she's awesome (and she's been begging me to post this).
Review, please!