It's been a while since I wrote this, and I was going back through it and ugh, it's kind of embarrasing how many mistakes I had in this one. Really. So I'm going to fix it up, because, really, it needs some fixing up.

READ THIS- Max and Fang are each sixteen, and living in a house with the flock. They are a couple, but still kinda awkward with each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own Max Ride, you know that, I know that, we ALL know that!

"Please?" I asked Fang.

He shook his head, "I don't think it's a good idea."

"Come on!" I gave him a sad puppy dog face.

He groaned, "I'm not coming!"

"Yes you are!" I leaned in and pulled his arm, "You know I can't go a lone."

"Yes you can!" He still resisted, and I racked my brain for something to make him.

There was one thing . . .

Before he knew what was happening, I plopped down on his lap, laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him, "For me?"

He tensed, "Max . . ."

I kissed him on the valley of his neck.

He groaned again, "Don't do that . . ."

I started gently nibbling on it.

"Ohhh . . . Fine." He muttered.

I grinned, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and left the room.

There was no way I was going to the mall by myself.

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Nudge had made me promise to bring her to the mall for her birthday, and I stupidly agreed thinking it would just be her. But then Angel said she wanted to go to the pet store to look at the animals. And Gazzy wanted to get some new video game. And before you know it, everyone but Fang and I were coming. And I wanted to keep an eye on the flock.

And I had convinced Fang to come along too.

So, there we were, walking through the mall. I was feeling kinda paranoid. Too many people invading my personal space. Bursting my bubble. Ugh, I mentally shuddered.

Fang grabbed my hand and I turned to him, surprised.

He gave me a small smile and we kept walking.

"Um . . . Max?" Nudge asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I meet up with some of my friends?"

"Sure." I nodded. I had met all of her friends and they were all right. Kinda chatty, and girly, but sweet enough.

She left happily and then there was one less.

"Can we go to GameStop now?" Gazzy asked, looking at me with eager eyes.

"Iggy and you?" I asked. He nodded excitedly. Boy and their video games.

"Okay, I guess." I shrugged, as long as Iggy was with him.

And then it was Angel and Fang and I.

Angel ran ahead, "Let's go to the pet store!"

I followed her and we came to PetSmart. Wow. It was like the School . . . But without the mad scientists and mutant animals.

Angel looked happily at the dogs and birds and fish, but skipped the reptiles.

Fang stopped at a cage that held a snake.

"Cool."

I rolled my eyes. What was so cool about something that had no arms or legs and looked like a green rope?

Suddenly Angel came rushing toward us, "Can we buy Sammie?"

"Sammie?"

"The fish!" She said.

"A fish? Honey, why would you want a fish?" I asked her, kneeling down so that I was at her eye-level.

Her face turned sad, "Because no one wants him. He told me that he's been here all his life."

I sighed, "I don't think so, Angie."

She pouted, "But I want a fish!"

"Angel-"

"Maaaaax," She whined, "Please?"

I saw her concentrating and thinking deeply, and I froze, "Don't you dare try mind control on me, young lady!"

Ugh, I sound like a mom. Someone save me.

She glared and screeched, "Get me the fish!"

What the heck?! I shook my head and tried to put up mind blocks.

"You don't love me! That's why you won't let me get Sammie!"

"Angie! You know that's not true! I love you!" I admonished her, surprised at her childish tantrum.

"No you don't!" And then before I knew what was happening, she ran out.

"Angel! Come back here!" I started running after her, Fang on my heels.

I stopped and looked around. Where was that girl?!

Fang frowned, "She could be anywhere."

Ugh! What came over Angel? She never acted like that. She knew better.

I began walking, not sure were to go.

Fang fell into stride with me.

"So what now?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Hope she shows up."

We walked together for a while and at first it was okay. And, yes, I was worried about Angel, and still kinda mad at her, but I knew she would be alright. I couldn't think of any situtation that would be worse than sometihng we've already been through.

Suddenly I saw a girl who looked kinda like Nudge, but of course it wasn't her. Because Nudge would never be out in the open kissing a boy.

"Hey look." I pointed out to Fang.

He turned, "Holy shit. That's Nudge!"

I laughed, "Are you blind? That's not N-"

WAIT A SECOND- It WAS Nudge. What the freak was she doing kissing a guy?!

My eyes narrowed and I scowled, "How dare she-"

I was about to go over there and shove some sense down her throat, when Fang grabbed my arm.

"Chill, Max." He whispered soothingly.

"Let go of me! Do you not see Nudge kissing some random guy?!"

"Yeah . . . But let her have her fun." I gaped at Fang.

"What are you talking about!" I struggled against his grip.

"I'm talking about how you can discuss this with her later." He said, then grabbed both of my arms and pulled me close, "But I want to spend time with you now."

I blushed, unsure what to do. Angel was missing, Nudge was kissing some dude . . . This was no time to get all romantic with Fang.

He leaned over and kissed me.

Or maybe it was.

I couldn't help thinking how ironic it was that now I was also kissing a dude out in the open.

"Maybe we should go somewhere private." I whispered.

He grinned, led me to a door and suddenly we were outside, it was dark and no one was around.

He started kissing me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, pushing against mine. Oh god. His hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him. I couldn't help noticing something pushing against my core.

Oh.

My face warmed again as I realized what it was and how it was me who had aroused him, me who was making his pants tight right now.

My fingers twirled his hair and I felt the strong muscles on his arms.

He pulled away a little, to breath but I pulled him close again. His hands trailed to my waist, lifting the hem of my shirt, feeling the skin underneath.

I tried to hold it back but it came out: a small whimper.

Fang chuckled and I blushed again. His finger traced the line from my cheek to my jaw, then brushed my lips.

"Fang . . ." I whispered.

"Max . . . " He murmured, while I let his hands travel up my back, under my shirt. He fiddled with my bra strap and yes, I did let him.

I wanted him. He wanted me.

What was so wrong with that?

Just so you know, they were interrupted and had to continue later. Sorry if you wanted it to go farther! But you know, a parking lot isn't the most romantic place.

!~PeruvianChick~!