Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride
Hmm...
Maybe...
Nah...
C'mon, I can do it....
Maybe not...
C'mon Max, you got the guts!
Maybe I shouldn't...
Just do it.
Okay. I, Maximum Ride, am officially at wits end.
Why, you ask? It is simply because, I, am officially being run by my teenage hormones.
Yes, you got that right.
Hormones....
Knock knock.
I sighed. I finally did it.
"Come in." I heard the faintest whisper from inside the room.
I opened the door, but remained in the frame of the door.
"Hi" I waved my fingers.
Form the way he looked on the bed, I just wanted to give him a big huge hug.
"Hey," he replied. His voice echoing dissappointment.
"Why the long face?" I said, making my way to sit beside him on his bed.
"Well,"
he sat up, brushing some hair away from my eyes. "First of all, its 5 in the morning, and someone who isn't in the right mind just woke me from my well earned beauty sleep. " he sighed.
"I'm sorry, I just thought that maybe-"
"Max, I'm kidding." he chuckled, putting his arms around me.- Which I just now noticed were obviously bare.
"You can wake me up anytime you want."
Sighing, I put my head on his shoulder.
"Why did you wake me up Max?" he asked curiously, pulling my chin up to look at him.
My heart thumped faster and faster, when I realized on how close we were.
So close that our noses almost touched...
So close that I could easily see the gold glints in his eyes...
Those thick lashes surrounding his dark obsidian eyes...
The warm sweet breath on my face...
It was just so dang hard to take in...
I gasped lightly and turned away.
Why was I here anyway?
Oh, right...
"Well, Fang," I turned to face him again.
"It is your most awaited 15th birthday, " I said in a way that was most matter-of-factly.
He rolled his eyes and figuratively looked at his wrist, which obviously had no watch on it. "No, Max. Don't remind me. I still have 8 minutes before the birth itself."
"Actually, we don't really know when you were born," I got up and looked plainly around, fidgeting all over. "but I have a feeling this day can count."
"Why is that?" He raised up an eyebrow.
I walked towards him once again. I sat on his lap and put his arms around me.
I bet you can just imagine it.
Fang and me on a bed. Him with no shirt on the bed. Me, sitting on his lap, in my skimpy shorts and tank top. His hands on my waist, my hands anchored to his neck.
I wonder what people would think...
At least he was under a
blank-
Er, that has to change in a while.
"Why Max?"
"Becaaaaaaaaaaauuusssse." I played around on a strand of his hair.
"Max, you're killing me." He complained.
I looked up at him, hoping that my eyes looked like big gargantuan Bambi eyes.
I leaned in just a little closer.
"You do know that I am hopelessly in love with you." I rolled my eyes. Still leaning in a little closer.
"Actually, I never knew that. I thought I was the only one." He grinned at me.
"Now, you know.." Just an ickle bit closer now.
"Max, I don't know what this has to do with my birthday or my roo-"
"Shh.. Do you want cake for your birthday?"
"I want something a little better than that.."
"What?"
"You, maybe." He almost whisphered looking away.
"Well, that's just a piece of cake." I tilted his head up, so that our foreheads were touching. "'Cause I'm already in love with you."
"Is that why you came here?" His head shaking was making my head shake too. I didn't want to remove my head from this exact position. "To make me confess that I love you?"
He gave a little laugh.
"I thought you knew that already?"
"No, Fang. You wanna know why?"
I leaned in the closest I can.
"Its because I know I can give you the best birthday present ever."
Teenage hormones.
Frickin' teenage hormones.