Lie Tonight – Chapter 1
By MyNameIsCAL
Here's a new fanfic that I've been working on. I hope you'll enjoy this one too. I guess I don't have much to explain right now, so uh, guess you should just keep reading!
I do not own the characters of Maximum Ride, well in my own little world, I do, and Fang and Iggy would fight over me, and Max would be my bestest friend in the whole wide world! Ok, not really. But obviously, no matter what world you're in, they'll always belong to James Patterson. Thank you to him!
---Fang's POV---
Max was simply supposed to be my best friend and nothing more. But I would never be able to put out that flame of feelings I had towards her. If it weren't for Angel's grudge against Max, she wouldn't have ruined things for us.
I mean, it had been years before Angel's sabotage that she had her falling out with Max. Jeb had offered to help us, to save us, and to give Angel and us the chance to get revenge on our parents who had given us up, minus Max who had already found out Jeb was her dad and Dr. M was her mom. Angel would get anything she wanted if she could have control of the flock. It appeared it might have benefitted us too, but Max refused.
Jeb was the traitor we always knew he was. After beating up Angel, he left her for dead and if it weren't for Max, Angel would be dead. Angel didn't see it that way though. Even five years later Angel hadn't forgiven Max, so she sabotaged my relationship with Max after regaining Max's trust. She got it into her head that we weren't meant to be together, that bad things would happen if we got married, and hell, I had the ring ready and everything, but Max really believed Angel.
Three years later, here I am today, still feeling sorry for myself. The ring I bought for Max sat locked up in my drawer. Sometimes I brought it out, thinking that I would beg her to take me back. But Max had Sam now. And who did I have? No one.
Iggy and Nudge got married as soon as Nudge was of age. Their wedding was amazing and one of the last good days I had with Max before Angel screwed things up. Nudge had designed everything for the wedding. Now Iggy had his own restaurant and Nudge had her own fashion line.
Gazzy was an upcoming movie star in Hollywood, but he didn't like all the attention. He spent a lot of time with Ella, although I wasn't quite sure if they were ever going to get involved romantically.
But here I was, lonely. When I wasn't busy playing best friend for Max, I was at Iggy's restaurant bartending or waiting on tables. It was better than being at home and thinking too much.
And one night, after Max and Sam had a fight, she showed up at my apartment and we ended up in bed together, old flames sparking for each other. Needless to say, she was gone in the morning, a one night stand never to spoken about or repeated again.
Now it's been weeks since we talked out loud. Everything I did reminded me of her. I loved Max, I really did. But if she wanted to ignore me and not face what had happened between us, then so be it. It had become inevitable that no matter what I did or said would never win her over. Either Angel would have to fess up or she was going to have to realize things for herself. I would wait, hoping, but things right now seemed very hopeless.
Sam and Max had been going out for about two years. Our one night stand had been about three weeks ago. When she called me today, I thought that I had finally gotten to her, but I was wrong. Dead wrong.
"Sam asked me to marry him," she exclaimed, excited, like our night together had been forgotten.
"Well, congratulations." I tried to sound happy for her, glad she wasn't telling this to me in person. She told me about how he proposed, but I wasn't listening anymore.
"Hey, I thought you weren't coming in today," Iggy said as I sat at the bar.
I stared at him. "Max and Sam are getting married. He proposed to her last night."
He came around the bar, holding a bottle of whiskey and a couple of shot glasses. "I'm really sorry, Max."
Somehow, still blind, he filled the glasses and pushed one towards me.
"Why Sam?" I muttered. "He's not like us. He doesn't understand us."
Iggy frowned. "Don't be mean, Fang."
I sighed and down the shot. "She's making a mistake."
He only sipped his own. "I know, but loves her and she loves him.
"But I love her."
Yet Iggy was right. Deep down inside, I knew this was coming. I remember back when we found out what Angel had done, found out that she had lied. A year had already passed and she told Gazzy. When Gazzy found out, he was furious. But it was already too late. Max had Sam already and if she was happy, I wasn't going to ruin things for her. Rarely did any of us talk to Max though. Only Max because she didn't know what Angel had done and Iggy because he, in some sense, was the peace maker in the family.
"I know you do," Iggy said, pouring more for me. "Will you be staying for dinner tonight? I'll have a table in our private room set up and we can eat once Nudge comes."
He was worried about me though. As much as that sounded like a question, he wanted me to stay, so I nodded.
"Drinks are on the house, but don't drink too much," he smiled.
"Thanks, Ig."
He shrugged. Iggy was too nice to me. Both he and Nudge always looked after me, as if I might do something irrational or stupid. It made me feel better though that I had someone watching my back.
Nudge came around seven, walked in, and hugged me. "I'm so sorry, Fang."
"You say it like someone died or something," I mumbled.
"Thigns will turn out alright in the end," she assured me. "I made you something.
She handed me a box.
"You shouldn't…"
But her mouth was running now. "I've been working on it for a while. I just was waiting for the right time to give it to you. Besides, I spend enough time making things for Iggy and he can't even see to appreciate them."
I had to smile, just a little bit, at her teasing Iggy.
"Open it," she insisted.
Hesitantly, I started to open the box. I never knew how to react when Nudge gave me things, and she was constantly making clothes for everyone. I don't think a day went by that I didn't wear something Nudge designed herself.
"Oh, wow, Nudge. You really shouldn't have." I pulled on the jacket. It was black, like most of the things that I wore, but it had this worn look on it, a place for my wings so I could wear it while flying, and a special pocket for my iPod so I could listen to it while I was flying.
She grinned. "See, I knew you'd like it. C'mon, let's go eat."
Iggy stood, waiting for our food to be set out by some teenagers he hired. He was convinced they only behaved themselves because I was around and I intimidated them.
Tonight's food was special. It appeared Iggy had prepared them especially for us. He had made my favorite dish, one that was only offered on the menu from time to time, mostly because he was the only one that could make it and he had hired a chef to do the cooking. Sometimes I would do the cooking, on slow nights.
"I heard Gazzy might be coming around over the weekend," Nudge said. "Did you hear about the picture they got of him with Ella in some restaurant? The media was all over it."
Iggy shook his head. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk. Neither did I. So we spent the rest of the night listening to Nudge ramble. Typical of her, but at least there was something to fill the silence.
Well that is the first chapter. I'm pretty sure this whole story is just gonna be Fang's POV, but of course, I could change my mind and run with a whole new idea. Haha, I'm a very indecisive person. Oh, and I'm wondering, how would you feel about Gazzy and Ella being together? I don't know if you'd all find that weird, so I thought I'd ask you first. Anyways, thank you for reading.
