Hey Guys and Dolls! I needed to get this out of my head, and I know that I still need to finish Fang: Part Two, but…anyway, if you haven't read Fang: Part Two, please do. You won't be lost reading this if you haven't, but R&R please!
10 years. That was all Fang could stand apparently. He had contacted Nudge through his blog yesterday, telling her to get me to Lake Mead today. Don't get me wrong, I was excited, but so much had changed.
First of all, I was 25 years old. I was more mature, and well, I looked more mature. Over the past decade, my wings had grown another two feet, making them seventeen feet across. I kept my hair cut short, down to my shoulders, and it had recently turned red. And then I also lived alone, had gotten a job as a zoo keeper in Phoenix, no jokes please. What was Fang expecting?
But then what was I expecting? He would not be the same. He would probably-inevitably-be taller. His hair would probably be neater-but I prayed it wouldn't be.
I dressed casually though. Black denim jeans, a white V-Neck sweater, with a blue denim cropped jacket on top. Of course I wore my new boots; they were all I ever wore these days with my job.
The sky was clear and blue. It was around eleven o'clock in the morning, and the morning rush had just ended. There was a warm updraft, coming from the East. I coasted most of the way to Lake Mead, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my wings and back.
My phone started to vibrate in my back pocket. I had completely forgotten about how I was supposed to work today; oops.
"Hello?" I said, mentally cringing at my boss's reaction.
"Where the hell are you Max? It's Saturday, you know it's always extra busy on Saturdays!" My boss, Joan, yelled.
"Family emergency." I said, stumbling over the 'family' part. No southern jokes.
"Oh, I am sorry. Do you need help with anything?" she asked tone softer.
I could see the lake in the distance. "No, it's okay. I'll be there on Monday." I told her, speeding up.
Joan hung up, as usual. Joan was a hard-shelled person. She hardly ever said hello or goodbye. Which could suck at times.
Finding the cave could have been like finding the needle in the haystack, but with my natural ability of knowing where things were, I found it within seconds. I came to a skittering landing in the cave, but I only found it empty. I shrunk back into the shadows, wanting to remain hidden while waiting for Fang to get there.
On my way here, I was getting creative with ideas about my reactions to seeing him again. Every part of me that was controlled by my brain was screaming at me to beat him up until he begged for mercy, while my heart screamed at me to forgive him and maybe even lose my virginity.
A skidding noise dragged me out of my dream world. I looked around the corner and saw Fang standing in the mouth of the cave, taller like I had expected, and in all black, like I had expected. I could see him looking back farther in the cave, probably using raptor vision to see extra well. I counted to five, and then stepped out of the shadows.
"Fang." I said quietly.
He looked at me for a long time, and then spoke, his voice deeper. "Maximum Ride."
I pursed my lips and crossed my arms over my chest. "So…you must have a reason for deciding to meet me ten years early."
"Don't think this sounds corny Maximum, but-."
"It's Max." I said quickly.
"What?"
"Max. I want you to call me Max, like you always used to."
"Okay, fine, Max-." he said, trying to continue, but I wasn't done.
"You know, I came here today, not really knowing what to expect. But I didn't expect you to be so rude. Since when did you call me Maximum? I had always thought that you didn't call me Maximum because when you met me you couldn't say it, and Max just stuck. When you said you loved me in that goddamn letter and used my real name, I couldn't have cared less. But now?" I took a deep breath, I hadn't been so frustrated since I saved the world, and had succeeded, and Jeb left. "Fang, I really want to hate you, but…" I said, tears pooling in my eyes, "but I can't. I love you entirely too much." I said, stepping closer to him, begging him to reach out to me through my eyes.
Fang let out a small hiccup, a hidden sob. He ran toward me, grabbing me around the waist and throwing my back against the cave wall. Our lips connected, and his hands grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head. I took his shirt and unbuttoned, sliding it down his muscled arms. My hands moved down to the zipper on his pants, yanking them down to his ankles. He did the same to my pants, and soon both us were stripped down to our undergarments.
I pushed myself up against him, maybe too hard, because we were falling, and I landed on top of him. My legs were wrapped around his strong torso, and his hands were tangled in my hair.
I woke up the next morning in the arms of Fang. I had his shirt halfway buttoned on, and I reached over to stroke hair out of his eyes. They fluttered open, and he stared deeply into my eyes. "I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." He said.
We put our clothes back on, and then took off from the cliff edge. We flew home with my hand reaching down to connect with his hand that was reaching up. This small contact set my skin on fire, and I was so happy. I finally had my Fang back. Yay.
That's it guys. Finally out of my head. R&R please!