Hi guys! This is my first fanfic so be kind!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, the brilliant James Patterson does! Damn him!
"I need to talk to you." Uhoh. This better not be about what I think it's about.
"Ummm...O.k.," I said, not moving from where I was sat cross-legged in the dirt.
"Alone, Max." God, he was serious. I stood apprehensively. "Max and I are going for a walk. We won't be long," Fang said to the rest of the flock who nodded their agreement. Angel flashed me a wide grin. Little Devil. She knows what's about to happen.
I followed Fang for about a mile through the trees. I hate walking, I feel so clumsy compared to when I'm in the air. Fang strode quickly into a clearing, where he sat, his back resting against a tree trunk. I sighed; this wasn't going to be easy.
"Sit, Max." I barked and cocked my head to one side, earning a smile, and then sat facing him, my eyes cautious.
He looked at me for a moment. "So, you love me, huh?" I winced. Wow, don't beat around the bush Fang.
"And I'm supposed to respond to that how?" I blushed. He leaned back, silent. "O.k. so to be fair I was fairly high... and besides you know I love you, I love all the flock," I said trying to cover all my bases. I had really screwed up this time.
"You love all the flock?" he raised an eyebrow, "I believe that but the "I was high" excuse was lame. You wouldn't have said anything you didn't mean."
"I...But...ummm," I flustered, unsure what to say. Fang leaned forward slowly, his dark eyes staring into mine.
"You did mean what you said didn't you, Max?" His lips stopped inches from mine, a lock of dark hair falling into his eyes. Strangely, my hands itched to brush that lock away; it was blocking my view.
I nodded dumbly, my breath coming slightly quicker.
"Good. Because I love you, too," He whispered, before his lips found mine and I fell into oblivion.