This is Fang's POV of when Max went on a date with Sam. I don't have the book with me, so, I'm sorta guessing. Flames would nice, but not too bad.
So its sorta what I think should happen. Jah.
I, surprinsingly got this idea in the middle of a Social Studies quiz today. Weird, I know.
I was sitting there, trying to wonder what to do (I had finished the quiz. Vair vair simple pimple), When I started to think about this faboo site, trying to write a new story. Then, I thought of Fangy's and Maxi's relationship, jealousy, and such. Then viola! This story was born!
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That idiot. I had been eavesdropping on their conversation; he'd known that. That peice of crap. I'll kill him.
"Okay guys, I'm leaving!" Max called into the living room, where we all were except for Anne, who was finishing up the dishes. Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy were watching tv, while Iggy was listening. I was streched on a comfy La-Z-Boy, trying to relax.
Which was impossible, seeing as some ass was going out with Max.
MY Max.
I wish she could realize what a friggin jerk that he is.
"Bye!" The Flock called, and Angel ran up to Max, giving her a hug. She gave a small hug back, trying not to wrinkle her paisley blue sweatshirt that Anne lent her.
I thought she looked breath-taking in her outfit. That "Sam" jerk probably will think she looks pretty. Please! She never looks pretty; she looks beautiful, even in bloody clothes.
From Eraser blood.
Not the other kind.
Get your head out of the gutter.
Jeez.
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About an hour later, I couldn't stand it. I stomped upstairs, while the Flock (Minus me and Max) and Anne played Scrabble.
I walked into my all-black room, laying on the black sheets. I stared at the ceiling, trying to imagine Max. She was so beautiful-
Wait! Why I am thinking of Max like this?! We haven't even kissed, except when she thought I was dying. That was so wonderful; why did I have to ruin it by saying 'ow'? I'm so stupid. I should be thinking of Lissa this way; not Max.
Isn't Lissa my girlfriend? She kissed me once. I hated that kiss, her lips were chapped, and she tryed to put her tongue into my mouth. She was chewing gum, and I could taste the spearmint.
Many words that mean the same things.
Ew. Erlack. Disgusting. Vomit-inducing.
Get the picture?
I walked to my window, opening it quietly, and flying out. I landed in a nearby tree watching the evening sky turn dark.
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An hour later, when the movie was probably over (according to my watch), I moved to a tree nearer to the porch, wondering what that jerk will do.
A few minutes later, a car turned in to the driveway, and I saw the strong, yet petite, form of Max step out of the car, and she gracefully walked to the door, with Sam following. They talked for a bit, then Sam's face leaned into hers, and they...
...Kissed.
I gripped my arms on the branch, and that was the only thing that kept me from flying toward them and punching Sam in the face.
I heard the horn beep from Sam's sister's car, and I smirked. I could tell Sam's sister didn't like the 'couple' either.
I saw the two break apart, and I quickly, but silently, flew toward Max's window and waited for her to arrive.
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So what didja think? ITS A ONESHOT, PEOPLE, BUT I MIGHT ADD MORE IF YOU PEOPLE WANT ME TO!! THE NEXT CHAPTER, IF I WRITE ONE, IS SAM'S POV!!
Tata,
DIMS :)