A/N: Hello my lovely fans, I am writing this during my class when I'm supposed to be doing some other assignment, so be grateful.

This is a new story, as you can tell, but it doesn't mean that I'll be giving up my other ones.

You see, I'm going to post up three or four new stories and see which one is liked best so I know to keep it up until I'm finished with it and then I'd start one of the others. Genius, correct?

I no own Maximum Ride and you may continue to read, see ya!

-BlackSkinnyJeans101

Kiss Me

One

Nerves made my stomach tingle and buzz. Sweat was starting to bead on my forehead and slither down my cheeks. I was practically hyperventilating at just the thought of doing this without some kind of backup. Telling your best friend you're pregnant with his kid isn't something most people want to do alone especially when that friend is dating someone else. I could him now, walking along the sidewalk not knowing what was wrong and why I sounded so urgent.

Everything screamed at me to get up and runaway, just get away and pretend it isn't really his. Tell people lies and act as if it was normal to be pregnant because of your old best friend. Except I stayed rooted to the red bench I was currently trying to relax on. My head was spinning and I felt like puking for the third time this morning. Mom was at home with Dad, trying to console him about what I told her this morning after I took a whole box of pregnancy tests.

I knew about him and the woman next door hooking up every night behind Mom's back. Every time I sit in my window seat waiting until I click on a flashlight and shine it down on them, telling them I knew. Dad was constantly agreeing to things I said I needed just so I wouldn't tell Mom; it was pathetic of him, really. Now, though, I was going to take him up on all those offers for a baby room as soon as I found out the sex. My old best friend was getting closer now with his hands deep in his pockets and his leather jacket zipped up only hallway to show off a part of his abs. They were those same abs I ran my hands up and licked until I felt like I was on Cloud 9.

He was worried, I could tell. Those eyes shined with it, and his footsteps were no longer strides but quick pecks on the sidewalk. My stomach fluttered again and I stood up to meet him halfway. I threw my arms around his neck and cried into his leather jacket. He held me, running his fingers through my hair like he did the night we went too far. It was the same night that led to me calling him today and asking for him to meet me immediately at my neighborhood park.

"Fang," I murmured into his shoulder and pulled away to walk back and sit down on the red, rusty bench on the edge of the park.

He slowly, quietly sat down beside me but didn't make a move to touch me again; I was slightly saddened at this but I hid it with my emotionless expression. Kids were playing around the playground with each other, laughing and talking and then laughing again, together. I faintly smiled and resisted the urge to place a hand over my stomach; I wanted to tell him instead of him figuring it out for himself.

His amazing fingers brushed some loose hair behind my ear, I leaned into his touch and warmth, "Max, what's wrong? Don't cry," he brushed some tears off of my cheek and I looked down, ashamed he saw me cry.

"I-I," my voice squeaks a little and I snap my mouth closed; looking off at the kids again.

The sun was bearing down on us but I felt the freezing electricity running through my arm where Fang brushed against me. I've always loved him, but I never had the courage to admit it to him. Now he's with Lisa and I lost my chance.

Fang drops his hand from my face and angrily turns away from me since I wasn't talking to him or even looking at him at the moment. "What is it, Max? I was kind of in the middle of something when you called me and I'm pretty sure I should be getting ba-."

He was cut off with me whispering, "It's yours," and burying my head in my hands. For a second he sits as still as a board and looks around, trying to take it in. I knew he was probably denying it in his head and he'd storm away soon, claiming I was doing everything I could to get him away from Lisa again.

The thing is, Fang and I used to be best friends with Lisa. We were a trio until Fang asked Lisa out and she agreed, squealing the whole time. I had known my feelings for a while around that time and Lisa knew how crazy I was about him, but she still agreed. They ditched me for their own personal time and Fang became one of the people in Lisa's popular group. I was left in the dust until a few nights ago when Fang appeared on my doorstep with an apology and a begging.

We ended up on my couch and I kissed him first and you get the rest where we moved to the bedroom and so on. Of course that was two weeks ago and Fang's been ignoring me ever since. He's still with Lisa, as I said before, and I was going to end up with the child of the man I love. At this point I knew I would keep and love the being that is growing inside of me. If I can't have Fang then at least I can have a part of him that he helped me make.

"What?" Fang finally asks. I look up and I don't say anything until he locks his eyes on mine with such an intensity that I have to urge myself not to look away.

"I'm pregnant Fang, and it's yours," I say, louder this time but not by much. He pales considerably and looks down at his hands; I place a hand on his shoulder. "Look, Fang, I don't care if you don't want it, but I do and I plan on raising him or her. If you don't want to give up a part of your life then fine; but I have to go home. I'll see you tomorrow at school or something," I stand and leave as Fang stutters to reply.

He calls, "Just let me think this over, Max!" but I was already down the street.

When I get home, my mom wraps me into a hug I really don't want at the moment. I rush out of her arms and up the stairs to my bedroom with tears threatening to pour. After slamming my door shut and locking it, I go into my connected bathroom and turn on the water in my bath. For hours I sat in my warm bubble bath and tried to relax while running my hands over my once-flat stomach. Now a baby-bump sat on my stomach making it look weird and… not mine in some way.

I didn't need to just have a baby's room. No, I needed my own apartment because I wanted to do this on my own. I'm eighteen; I can get a job and still finish the last month of my last year of high school. This wouldn't, couldn't be a problem no matter how much I wanted, needed Fang's help with this thing. A sigh exits between my lips and I slide deeper into my amazing bath water, trying to get myself to relax. It wasn't working and I knew it wouldn't just work magically to unclench my tight muscles at this point.

While thinking, I unconsciously start to run my fingers over one of my three tattoos. This one was on my upper bicep and it was Fang's name in curly writing with a flourish. Fang had my name tattooed on his bicep as well but his had my name surrounded in fire and a pair of wings. His was actually really cool but mine actually had a meaning to it; his was the only tattoo he has. Another tattoo of mine sat on my lower back; it was just a pair of simple black wings to match the white ones on Fang's bicep; the same man that did his did mine. My last tattoo was a wolf paw print on my left hip, but it was in honor of the younger sister I never met, who apparently loved wolves.

After another hour I force myself out of my bathtub and I wrap my body in my fluffy purple robe to walk into my bedroom. I change into my usual boxer shorts and pull on one of the t-shirts Fang left at my house. For a second I take a look in my full-length mirror with my tangled blonde hair, tired blue eyes, and tanned, stressed face. I climbed into my soft bed that once held the best night of my life and I fell asleep in the same place I did that night.