Disclaimer: I am not an old man, or a real author, therefore I do not own Maximum Ride.
Claimer: I do own this plot. YEY!
Fang: *raises eyebrows*
Me: What?
Fang: Nothing! *holds up hands in innocence*
Me: Sureeee. But don't make me make this into a Figgy FanFic!
Fang: *shudders* Yes, ma'am!
Me: Now, on with the story!
I can't sleep.
….
This is the part where you say, "Why, Max?"
Well, thanks for asking.
It's because of one of the biggest Enigmas ever.
Yeah.
Fang.
Oh, yeah. He tried something again.
FLASHBACK
The Flock had just left to go into the kitchen and mom was in her room. I was in the kitchen, looking for something edible. My head was buried in the cupboard, looking past all the healthy junk for… Ah-hah! I found them. Cookies! I then turned to the fridge to get some milk when I felt the hair on the back of my neck prick up. I whirled around, spilling the milk I had just poured on the nice, clean floor.
"God! Why do you always do that?" I shouted.
"Well, Max, there's this thing most humans and animals do. It's called breathing. Even though we were only at school for a little while, I thought you would've learned that by now. The shame." He said. Wow. I think that was the longest sentence he had ever uttered to me, or to any member of the flock, for that matter. He then grinned one of those rare grins that would make the dreariest of days seem much brighter….Woah. Stop. Since when did I become a poet or something? Okay, there was the one I wrote on Antarctica, but you could hardly call that poetic! I was blushing furiously by this point, of course. I huffed out a breath and turned around to get a dishrag to clean up the milk.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked. I could tell he was smiling from his voice. As if this was humorous! Well!
"No, Fang. Not. At. All." I stated. Then, so quietly I didn't even notice, he walked up and slid his arms around my waist. That felt so…right. Like two puzzle pieces. Woah. I did NOT just think that. It's crazy what this boy does to me.
"Max, just calm down. You can be yourself around me. You can let down that protective shield that you use when the whole Flock is around," he whispered cautiously in my ear. I threw his arms down and turned to face him.
"And why should I, Fang?" I inquired.
"I think I can answer that easily," he said and pressed his lips softly into mine. Soft, but with determination. It was perfect. I was in heaven for about three seconds before I realized what was happening. I pulled away quickly and ran away. Before I made it to the door I heard him whisper,
"Goodnight, my love. Goodnight, Maximum Ride."
END FLASHBACK
See what I mean?
My God, he pisses me off when he goes all romance-ey on me.
But he was so sweet. As were his kisses.
But he can't just go and make assumptions that I put up a "shield"!
But it's the truth.
But he loves you. Argh! Angel was in my head!
OUT! NOW! I think-shouted…If that's possible.
Touchy, touchy! Angel…thought at me.
OUT!
Okay, Max….But he really does love you and he wishes you would admit your feelings! She thought quickly, before exiting my head.
….
Did he really love me? I mean, I knew he liked me…but love?
I pondered this for a moment.
Maybe I loved him back?
But… But…
That's it.
I do love him back.
And I need to show him.
I slipped out of my bed, careful not to let the mattress creak.
I tip-toed out of my room and down the hall to Fang's.
As I slowly opened the door, I saw the boy I loved sprawled out on his bed, hair tousled, mouth slightly open.
He looked wonderfully cute.
I stepped softly to the side of his bed, leaned over him, and placed the lightest of kisses his mouth.
No response.
Disappointed, I made no effort to be quiet as I trudged out of the room.
"Max." I gasped audibly and turned on my heel. Fang was sitting up in bed. I practically sprinted over to him. He stood up and said,
"I knew you would let down that shield." As he said that, he pressed his lips to mine.
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