Under the Covers
By rainxface
So I'm starting a sort of series… but not really. You don't have to read the chapters in order. Each chapter will probably/most likely have no relation to either the next or previous chapter. The only similarity will be the focus on Max and Fang. Fang will always be playing an instrument and singing to Max. So if you ever need something to just read because you feel Fax deprived (don't we all?), just pick a random chapter and just start reading. You'll feel better, I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. The song "Do It Alone" belongs to Sugarcult. The song mentioned during her memory is "Closing Time" by Semisonic (I don't own that, either, obviously).
It was quiet. Not even crickets were surrounding us. The dark blanket of night had recently fallen over us, but the essence of sleep was about to be forgotten. Fang and I were sitting next to each other, gazing at the bright stars. The moon was somewhere behind us; I was too comfortable in my spot to glance behind me to find exactly where.
I sighed and rested my head on Fang's shoulder.
Miles and miles in front of us, huge cities ruled the world. Where we sat tonight, we were the only people that mattered. I was more than content; I was happy.
But the nagging of confusion wouldn't leave my mind for a millisecond. Fang and I were best friends, yes, but there were all of our times where we could bond beyond that. We could talk to each other as more than friends. But when those moments were over, all that we had was lost in transition.
This was one of those moments about to go sour.
Slowly, Fang shifted. Tonight, Fang had brought a 'borrowed' guitar. As far as I knew, he only knew one song. But he didn't tell me which song.
He grabbed the guitar and set it in his lap. Delicately, he placed his fingers in the patterns on the strings. Gruffly, his voice sang to me.
"Hello
"Can
I say that there's something wrong with this place?
"I
got time just to waste if you would be my new escape
"So
then I say "can't find a lover"
"Well there's
no other way of pulling me under
"Cause it's gotta be
fate if we're under the covers
"It's all gonna be a-ok,
a-ok"
Lightly, I linked my arm around his, trying not to mess up his playing. I smiled as the guitar twinged. While singing, Fang laughed.
"I
don't want to do it alone
"I'm beggin' you
"I
don't want to do it, do it, do this all alone"We can
dance in your bedroom with no romance
"I got time just to
waste if you would be my new escape
"So then you say
"there won't be another"
"But you give it away
cause you want to discover
"That it's gotta be fate if
we're under the covers
"It's all gonna be a-ok, a-ok"
Somewhere in the song, I rested my eyes. The soft melody of the song carried to my ears like a sweet honey smell to a bear. It embraced me with the emotions I generally hated to feel, much less admit to ever knowing.
I did not sleep, but I did dream. Dreaming whilst awake is such a feeling that can only be happening when one is with one person that they care about most. And the rush of everything it gives you is just purely innocent and extravagant.
My dream was an old memory. A memory of when Fang, the flock, and I were younger, at the E-shaped house. We didn't care, we were all friends, and we were just starting our family. Fang and I were just becoming best friends.
We would do everything together: get into trouble, take the blame for something we didn't do, clean the house, take care of everyone in the house. We were the super-duo. We were best friends that had no imagination of maybe complicating our friendship. We were taking the days as they came as friends. We didn't look towards the future.
And as much as I hated to even think it, but our relation of being best friends was coming to an end. But as I heard from a song early in life, "every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."
And it's right. The ending of our best friendship was being lost but for us to be starting our relationship. Hopefully, that will stay forever.
"Can I say that
there's something wrong with this place?
"I got time just
to waste if you would be my new escape
"So then I say
"can't find a lover"
"Well there's another way
of pulling me under
"Cause it's gotta be fate if we're
under the covers
"It's all gonna be a-ok
"It's
all gonna be a-ok, a-ok
"I don't want to do it alone"
I came back to reality during the last verse. Fang's voice was still gruff but sweet, and he didn't seem to mind my absent mind. Our arms were still linked. Fang's smile hadn't faded at all, nor had mine. The sky grew darker – if that was even possible.
And the hill of which we sat, relaxed into the night sky.
Short and cheesey. That's what happens when I write something in less than an hour. I hate writing in the short amount of time, but I was afraid of forgetting the whole thing in my mind.
Probably more to come soon.
Smiles,
rainxface