Just Like The Movies

I was in love with him. Absolutely. I don't know why. Or how. But it seems after all these years of being with him... it feels right.

I wish he felt the same... he might, but I doubt it. He is just so... unfeeling. I know he does feel, but he never shows it. Even though I am the person who knows him the best out of anyone, but I still can't always tell what he is feeling. He makes me nonplussed.

I am basically obsessing over how to figure him out. I know when he's confused or mad, he hides away, under his long black hair. And he closes himself out from the world.

I truly don't want to love him, yet at the same time, I do. Confusing, eh?

I sighed loudly. Sitting on a rock in a cave, thinking about the guy you love isn't a great idea. He was sitting on a rock also, but on the other side of the cave. He also seemed to be deep in thought.

It just seems so damn stupid though. I'm only fourteen! I shouldn't be in love. Especially with a guy who's like my brother! But I think we both know it's more than that.

Resisting the urge to look over at him again, I walked to the edge of the cave and looked up at the stars. Unfortunately this isn't like corny movies, where he would come and kiss me under the stars. In my dreams.

"Max?" I heard from a little bit away. I turned around and he was there. Fang. Greattt, Mr. Emo has come to interrupt my thoughts of him.

"Yeah?" I replied in my normal smart-ass way of talking to people.

"Uhh. Can we talk?"

"Umm, sure?"

Awkward silence.

"About?" I said, breaking the silence.

"Us."

"Us?"

"Us."

"What?"

"You know what I mean," Fang said with a serious look. Wait, he always had a serious look.

"Do I?"

"You should."

Another awkward silence. I did, in fact, know exactly what he was talking about. I was just too embarrassed to talk about it. I'm surprised he wasn't. Fang was always a bold person though. Even if he didn't look like it.

"Okay, well, maybe I do know what you're talking about," I said shyly.

"I hoped so," he murmured.

I was so glad the rest of the flock wasn't here while we were having this awkward discussion. They were with our good friends, the hawks until Fang and I came back from searching for a home for us all.

"Well?" Fang said.

I stood there quietly. I looked over at him and he was gazing at me. I could've sworn I saw some scarlet in his cheeks as he turned his head away from my face. He never blushed. And I mean never!

I shurgged finally and said, "I don't know."

I thought we were both fearless. And now we're both afraid of telling each other how we feel. And I'm pretty sure he feels the same way as I do, hence the awkward conversation.

"Max," Fang started. "Um... there actually is something I've wanted to do again... for a long time."

My eyes grew wide with happiness, knowing what he was talking about.

As I guessed, he took a few baby steps toward me, leaned forward, and hesitated. I sealed the deal by pressing my lips to his. It was as good as the first time on the beach. My whole body was filled with tingles and chills. It was surreal. I never thought I, Maximum Ride, Avian American, would end up kissing Fang.. much less loving Fang.

He deepened the kiss, and it was hard to breathe. We both eventually came up for air.

"Umm," I said giggling, still breathless.

"You basically just said it all," he smirked.

We laughed some more and went in for another kiss. I guess it was just like the movies.

We decided to leave the cave, now pumped up to search for a new home. We spread our wings and took to the skies.

Okay, maybe the flying part isn't in the movies, but hey, it's close enough!

A/N; That was sooo cute. xD And fluffyyyyy! Rofl. I wanted to write a Maximum Ride fic; I LOVE the books! I cannot wait for the fourth one! -dies- Umm, okay, lol, R&R!

-Imagineeeee