A/N Alright, I have a few things I need to say. Anyways, originally this was written because James Patterson I evil and won't get Max and Fang together, but four words, the fifth book, Max. Also, pearberry14 helped me out of a bit of a dilemma, and became my semi beta. It's not official, but she gave me ideas, and, yeah. So, I own nothing, not the characters or anything. Just this twisted plotline about the contents of this chapter and chapters to come. The song in this chapter, Vulnerable, is by Secondhand Serenade.
"Max, are you ready to go?!" Fang yelled through the closed bathroom door.
"Just a second!" I yelled back to him. God, can he wait just one second? I threw on a pair of sneakers, and got ready to open the door that led to Fang.
My mom is back in Arizona with the rest of the flock, whom is terrified about the concept of expiration dates. I am, too, but I don't think it was necessary for Fang and me to go to New York City and rob the Institute to find again, but, hey, if it helps the rest of the Flock sleep at night, then so be it.
"Max, why don't you go back to Dr. Martinez, this is really unnecessary, and probably a bad idea." The wondrous Voice instructed.
"Bad idea? Right now, tonight, it's just an innocent date! If anything is stupid enough to come after us, we'll attack them before they get the chance, like any other time! And did you start up on some drama lessons? That was pretty well spoken, there, buddy. Now goodbye!" I mentally fired back at the Voice.
Oh, did I mention that Fang and I are going to try to get a mini vacation out of this, and we're going to go on a date, well, try to, at least.
And, thank God the Voice decided to go away.
I looked myself over in me and Fang's hotel bathroom mirror, and sighed.
I looked normal, not as stressed as I normally was, which will probably change.
I walked out of the bathroom, slightly embarrassed about being such a bathroom hog, I hope he doesn't have to go or anything. That would be defiantly embarrassing.
Then I saw Fang, and I got little bubblies in my stomach that told me I want to walk forward, and the back of my head told me to go back in the bathroom. But I don't have time to think about that.
He looks normal, hot, dressed in all black, except he's not emotionless, he's excited.
I bet Dr. Wonderful or the Red Haired Wonder never got him as excited as he looks now.
"You look great," Fang said, and he put his callused, rough hand on my cheek.
I leaned my head into his hand, like a cat does when you pet their head. Which is really ironic, because we're bird kids, and cats eat birds, and never mind, that would have been funnier if I didn't say that? He looked shocked, and leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes, and decided it would be fun to play with him a bit, and when he was about an inch away and very focused on making out with me, I pulled away very suddenly.
"Max!" He began to say, but I stuck my tongue out and went to walk out the door.
"I'm hungry, and if I know you, you are, too. Let's eat." I said teasingly.
He followed me out the door, and closed it behind him. We went to go into the elevator, (because this hotel's stairs were only for fires and emergencies, that's how fancy shaky they are!) An overweight lady with a mass of curly red hair and wearing bright purple and yellow clothes ran out, chasing after two bright yellow canaries.
"Nick! Maxxy! Come back in, sweeties! I got you two a new ball for your pretty cage, and some yummy bird seed! Come on homeeeeee! Swack! Swack! Swack!" She yelled, waddling down the hallway.
Fang and I looked at each other, and then laughed into hysterics.
"Did that scare you off of read heads?!" I managed to gasp out.
Fang just nodded his head.
We ate in Burger King, and we took off in Central Park.
"Wanna go swimming?" Fang asked.
"Sure," I responded, and we changed our direction and headed off towards the beach.
We landed a few feet from the water, and did a 360 check of the area, when we realized it was safe, Fang unzipped his cool, zippy pants that can magically become shorts, and took off his shirt.
I did the same, except I had a tank top underneath my shirt, so I left that on.
I went and dipped my toes into the water, and the cool water cooled me off from flight. It felt really good, so, I dived in, my wings kind of out.
I looked back and was slightly stunned. I've seen Fang with his shirt off before, and I was used to t. But, in the pale moonlight with nothing but his shorts on kind of sweaty from flight, and his wings were extended, he looked kind of like one of those Greek gods, only he would be one of the night, or birds, or something like that.
But why does this make me so bubbly inside?
Because if I do one little thing, he'll be mine? Not a twenty one year old sciencetist's? Or a red haired slut that needs to get a life?
I really don't know.
I was sculling and having one of those, I don't care moments, looking at the sky and the moon and the stars, something nudged me on my back.
What the heck?
It did it again and a million questions ran through my head. Where was Fang? What kept touching me? Should I be worried?
The third time it did this, I got a little freaked, but, hey, I've dealed with worse, right?
What ever was underneath me grabbed me, and I shrieked. It's kind of hard to turn around in water, while struggling against whatever has you, and it has surprising strength. So, I awkwardly turned, with adrenaline coursing through my veins, preparing for a fight. It pulled me under, and I jumped up, and I saw who my captor was.
Fang.
"Damn it, Fang! You scared me!" I yelled, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me under the water again.
You're really not gonna believe what happened next, Fang, Mr. Emotionless, Mr. Freaking Emo, tickled me. You heard me, tickled me.
I know what you're thinking, that you can't feel being tickled under water, but, yes, you can.
He was holding my arms tightly my side, so I couldn't do much, hence having neck down under water. So, I laughed. I choked a little, but I didn't die, so that's okay.
Then I drowned a little bit, and Fang pulled me out of the water. He was laughing, too.
We were still laughing; we couldn't stand well, so we rolled onto the soft sand and sobered up.
It was one of the weirdest moments of my life, but it felt right. I really need to talk to him, tell him everything.
I wanted to tell him why I resisted him, why I love him, why I hate him, everything.
God, what's wrong with me?
"You know, Max, we really need to talk," Fang said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Can you read my mind, Fang, because, that's what I was thinking, and that would suck, really bad." I said.
We were laying side-by-side, and I wanted to be closer.
So, very inconspicuous, I skooched closer to him, he looked at me in surprise.
"I'm just cold, that's all," I mumbled. If you've been paying attention at all, you would know I'm lying.
Suddenly, he put one arm around me, and with his other hand, he held my other hand.
We didn't talk for a while, which was no surprise, and I was okay with that. I got to gather my scrambled thoughts, and I loved every moment he held me.
"Max, I'm going to say something you won't really like that much. I really, really, love you. I want to be with you forever, but not like a brother or a best friend that I've been to you for the past fourteen years. Cooperate with me, please." Fang said, and, wholly crap! That is the longest thing I have ever heard Fang say.
Now I was shocked. He always knew how to be the conversation starter. Shoot, I should start talking soon, before he finds some red head life guard. Or, I'd harsh his mellow, which isn't easily harshed.
"Uh, I love you, too, but you know how this crap makes me feel, right? But, that doesn't matter, because you were right, we do really need to talk. Really, though, you say you love me, but then watch as some bikini wearing red head life guard comes over, and you go all google eyed." I said, hating every word I said.
"You might now know this, but I prefer brunets, and I do love you." He said, and you'll never guess, when he said this, he turned in the sand so I was on top of him.
I started to splutter something incoherent, but he put his finger to my lips.
"Max, I love you, and you love me, right? And right now, that's all that matters." I nodded my head.
"Good," and with that, he got up from the sand, causing me to fall flat on my face and swallow a mouthful of sand. Then, he pulled me up from the sand.
When I opened up my hand, a silver chain with two beautiful charms already on it. The charms were tan wings, like mine, and a creamy pair of fangs, with black around the edge.
Oooh, fangs, and its Fang. Wow, I'm really slow. Hee, hee, hee.
"Thank you, their beautiful," I said, but I don't want to know how he bought these.
"You're welcome," and he kissed me.
This may shock you, but I kissed Fang deeply, with a lot of enthusiasm.
So, for the next hour, we kissed in the sand by the ocean without any problems. Would that surprise you?
"Oh, how sweet!" said a very melodious voice.
This voice sounded a lot like an Eraser, which would be weird, because we killed them all off.
Fang broke the kiss to see who our intruder was.
"What the hell?!" Fang yelled, because, surprise, surprise, it was an Eraser. "We thought you were all dead!"
And with that, we got into action mode. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I prepared for a roundhouse kick into his neck.
"No, we went incognito with someone who is preparing for a battle against you, mutant freaks." the Eraser said.
At that, Fang and I kicked the Eraser's sorry little butts, and flew away, back to our nice little hotel rooms.
"Max," the Voice said, "go home, be smart, and go!!"
"Shut up!" I mentally yelled.
Ella gave me some pajama pants so I could be extra comfortable and actually sleep well. I put those on, and I left my tank top on.
I crawled into the bed, exhausted, and Fang turned on the radio, he always did like music. There was a really nice song on, and I closed my eyes, just listening.
"Share with the blankets that you're wrapped in, because it's cold outside, cold outside, cold outside. Share with me the secrets that you've kept in, because it's cold inside, cold inside, cold inside.
And you're slowly shaking fingertips show, that you're scared like me so, let's pretend we're alone. And I know you may be scared, and I know we're unprepared, but I don't care.
Tell me, tell me, tell me, what makes you think that you are invincible; I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure. Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable, impossible.
I was born to tell you I love you. If that's a song already, I get a B in originality. And it's true I can't go on without you. You're smile makes me see clear. If only you can see in the mirror, what I see…
And you're slowly shaking fingertips show, that you're scared like me so, let's pretend we're alone. And I know you may be scared, and I know we're unprepared, but I don't care.
Tell me, tell me, tell me, what makes you think that you are invincible; I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure. Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable, impossible.
Slow down, girl, you're not going anywhere. Just wait around and see, maybe I'm much more. You never know what lies ahead. I promise I can be any one, anything. Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed. I can be any one, anything. I can be what you need.
Tell me, tell me, tell me, what makes you think that you are invincible; I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure. Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable, impossible."
By the end of this song, Fang crawled into bed with me, and just held me.
"Max," his voice was slightly shaking, "I love, really, I do." he started to say, but I turned so I would be on top of him.
Surprisingly, Fang didn't look uncomfortable, even though my weight should really irritate his wings, because he's on his back.
"I want to be with you forever," he repeated.
He turned, so I was now on bottom, and then turned again.
"Are you okay with this, Max?"
Normally, I would pretend to be clueless, and then make a wisecrack, but this wasn't a funny time; he was serious.
I wanted to, but I shouldn't. I mean, would if we fight after, because I did something wrong? Or right? Would if, like, some random new creation comes along to kill us when we are in the middle of our little intimate scene? Or, what if he thinks I'm easy or something?
The oddest thing is, this is Fang, intent on… seducing me! What if this is a Fang clone or something? Really, I mean, what the hell?!
"No, Max, really, don't," the Voice said.
But, too bad for the Voice, I said "yes," when the Voice was saying, "no."
Oh, well! Too bad for the Voice.
The next morning, I woke up, lying on Fang.
His fingers were running up and down my spine, brushing against my wings, which were slightly out.
I feel so stupid. I hope I'm not hurting him or anything, I mean, he's been in worse situations, but, this has to be the most embarrassing for both of us. I hope he's not thinking about this when we go back to the Flock. I really don't want Angel seeing this, at all.
"Are you okay?" Fang asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? Just a little sore, nothing big or anything. How long have you been up?" Oh, nice, now I'm rambling.
"A little while, you look so pretty when you are sleeping. Come on, we've got a big day, kind of."
Woo, time to rob the Institute, again.
Well, sort of, anyway.
A/N Was it alright? Hit or miss nay or yay? That is the longest chapter, story, anything I've written for fanfiction. The characters were a little different, but they have to be for the story to take off, hee, hee, hee. Wow, 2,642 words, and nine pages. Wow. Read and review, please! Dances with Disani water, OUT!