A/N: Hey guys, this is a spur of the moment story, fueled by procrastination. Also, this story takes place at Annie's house, when Fang is called Nick. It's extremely relevant that his name is Nick in this story, or else the plot line dies... Yeah, happy thoughts, eh?
Disclaimer: Yesh. I don't own Maximum Ride, or Fang... Surprise, surprise.
Nick's (Fang) P.O.V.
I leaned across the bridge, staring out into the pond in Annie's backyard. Random thoughts popped into my head. How long would we stay here? Would we ever find our parents? Did we want to find our parents?
I sensed Max come up next to me, leaning on the bridge also.
"Nick, what's wrong?" She asked in a concerned voice.
"The usual."
She nodded. "It's Christmas Eve, maybe if you were a little more festive, you'd feel better."
I raised an eyebrow. She ignored it. "Here." She placed a Santa Claus hat on my head. "Now you're Saint Nick."
I chuckled, then got an idea. "And guess what your present is?" I pulled out a piece of mistletoe I had found earlier. "Merry Christmas Max."
I then leaned in to kiss her.