Completely random oneshot. You'll either hate it, love it, or end up running away and screaming. Set after 5th book.
Max's POV
I lay on the bed, my wings spread out across the covers. We were in a safe house similar to Anne's house in Virginia, recovering from our latest battle with the usual enemies. My mom and Jeb had taken the younger kids out to see a movie around 7pm. I looked at the clock. It was only 8:30. They wouldn't be back for another hour or so.
I sighed contentedly and leaned back into the pillows. It was just me and Fang in the house, not even Total was here to disturb us. We had decided to make the most of our alone time tonight, we didn't get too much of it. So we had gone all out on the romance-Fang lifted some candles from Wal-Mart and I bought some KFC. Let me tell you, it doesn't get much better than eating wings and watching The Simpsons with the love of your short, mutant life.
Currently, I was waiting for Fang to come out of the closet. What he was doing in there, I had no idea. I was scanning through magazines when the closet door finally opened. I looked up and said," Finally! What were you doing in there, practicing your acceptance speech?"
"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't," he replied coolly. He hadn't moved from the doorway, and was placing something on a side table.
I stared at him. His raven-black wings surrounded him, revealing nothing but his face. Now don't get me wrong, no one is hotter than a mysterious Fang, but I was instantly suspicious. "What's with the feathers?" I noticed that he had placed a cd player on the table. "Going to play some cheesy love music?"
His dark eyes twinkled at me as he exposed one arm and pressed the play button. Music blared out of the speakers.
Yoooouuuu!
Soulja boy I tell 'em
WHOOSH!! Fang's wings snapped open, revealing that he was wearing nothing but boxers. He started jumping up and down, dancing to the beat, his long hair flopping from side to side.
My jaw dropped and my eyes probably bulged out of my head.
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
I gaped at Fang dancing bare-chested. Who had killed me and sent me to heaven? A completely out of character heaven, but still.
Now watch me you…
Crank that soulja boy
Fang did one final spin, and then turned the music off as it faded away. He glanced at my face, which most likely had an embarrassingly happy look on it, and gave me a grin that lit the room up. "Well….that was….different," I managed to get out.
He laughed, grinning even wider, and I swear my heart stopped beating. He flapped his wings once, just enough to propel himself onto the bed. "You know you liked it!"
Fang fell on the sheets next to me. He examined his fingernails with feigned interest. "I don't know, maybe I should look into a dancing career. You could be my backup-how do you feel about wearing skimpy outfits on national television?"
He filled the gap between us before I could yell at him and kissed me. Anything I had been thinking about before melted from my mind. God, making out with Fang was just so freaking awesome!!!!!!
Fang flipped me over before I knew what was happening, so that he was on top of me. My breathing increased, and I kissed him more hungrily, but he broke away and smirked at me. "I think I hear some flying children downstairs."
I grimaced, not wanting to stop. He laughed at my face, and kissed me once more before getting up and putting on a shirt and jeans. I got up on my elbows. "See you later?"
"Maybe." He winked at me, looking so good it should have been a crime, and walked out of the door silently.
I stared after him. I could get used to this side of Fang.
The end. Ha, you thought you knew where this was going, but you didn't!!!!! Review please!!!!