Most people's first words are something meaningless and stupid like, hello. Our first word meant something to us, and mostly to the world. Us being together saying that word saved everyone's life. We had to be together to stop the apocalypse. We saved the human race, just by dating.
Of course dating wasn't too bad for us. I loved her and she loved me, I think. Neither one of us has said the three magic words, but our actions held love. Our gazes are filled with love. A quick smile that was shared in the shadows was better than any other gesture. A brush of skin could send us both into the good kind of chills.
Everything about us has love involved.
I loved running my hands through her brown hair. I loved the way my fingers slowly untwined her knots. Or just sitting and watching the sun change her hair highlights from red to blonde. How in the sunset it became a ruby red and in the sunrise her entire head was a bright blonde. Either way she was beautiful to me.
I loved the feel of her hands in mine, even if they were sweaty. Her soft fingers intertwining into mine. Seeing how my tan skin set off her light skin tone. The feel of her nails lightly digging into the back of my hand. I loved seeing how tiny her hands looked compared to mine. To just watch as her skinny fingers wrap around mine as tight as possible.
I couldn't live without her lips. They were my drugs. I wanted, no needed, her to kiss me every second.
I needed her skin against mine in everyway. Even having our knees brush was enough to make my heart stutter. If she left me I don't know what I would ever do.
I need her.
But Max would never know. I couldn't break before she did. My emotions were cut off. She probably-hopefully-could tell how I felt. I hope she could see how much I love her. How much she meant to me.
FLY ON,
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I was bored and came up with this fluff about Max through Fang's POV. Hope you enjoyed. If you want I'll make one in Max's POV. REVIEW! Check out my other story for The Outsiders, I Know What I Am.
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