okay okay; first fanfict ever.. kind of got bored in AP human geography (seriously does ANYONE care about that class?) so i made this..

if you like it ill post more..

and heck even if you dont i probably will just for my own enjoyment:DDD

DISCLAIMER: i dont own maximum ride or any of the involved characters... i DO however own a bright yellow shirt with a hotdog on it that says WEINERLAND

ENJOY!


I loved those eyes. Those eyes, those dark brooding eyes that could so easily see through me, and were right now, staring me down and severely ticking me off.

"Move Fang!" I ordered in my best, Max the leader voice, pushing against his chest to no avail.

His mouth quirked up into a half smile, Fangs equivalent to grinning, "Make me."

I glared heavily at him, I hadn't showered in days; Fang had picked the wrong day to hog the bathroom. I leaned forward until our faces were only inches apart, "Listen Fang," I hissed menacingly, "I haven't showered in over 100 hours, I haven't slept in 3 days, and right now your standing between me and the closest thing to relaxation I'm going to get. So if you ever want to have children, I suggest you move!"

Of course Fang, being Fang, just smirked and leaned in closer, so our cheeks were touching and his lips were grazing my ear. I felt my heart speed up, and the heat rush to my cheeks.

"So you want kids?" he murmured, a smile in his voice.

My breath came in a shocked gasp, because that wasn't what my threat had meant at all, so acting quickly, I grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around so we had switched positions. Then, with a menacing glare and a well-placed foot to his chest I pushed him from the bathroom and slammed the door on his stupid, sexist, smug smile. I grinned to myself. My congratulations for a job well done: a shower…

Once I was in clean clothes, I was in a slightly better mood. The small room we'd managed to rent at Holiday Inn was the classiest place we'd stayed in months, and it had put everyone in a happier mood. Well except Fang, but Fang was hardly ever happy.

Iggy rounded the corner and held out a small yellow square, "Max, try this."

Iggy may be blind but his other senses were so heightened I almost never noticed.

"What is it?" I asked tentatively, "I mean, is it going to blow up?"

Knowing Iggy's love of cooking and building bombs, I'd always wondered when he'd choose to combine the two. Why did I let the blind guy cook and build explosives, you ask? Because if I cooked it would probably be more dangerous than any of Iggy's bombs.

He scowled, "No, it's a lemon bar, I want to know if I got it right."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm so glad you chose me to take the first bite of a potentially dangerous treat." The effect of my sarcasm was slightly marred by Iggy's inability to see my expression.

"Just eat the damn bar." He sighed.

"Language!" I exclaimed, taking the bar from his hand and striding away.

In my current state of, well not quite bliss, but as close to bliss as I ever got, I'd actually allowed Nudge and Angel to take Total on a walk, after I made Total swear not to talk to anyone of course. Oh, you don't have to remind your talking dog not to give every 'fashion don't' on the street a 10-minute lecture? Lucky you, I bet you didn't even grow up in dog crates!

Without the constant Nudge Channel, it seemed surreally quiet. Fang plopped down next to me on the couch, glanced at the lemon bar in my hand and arched his eyebrows as if to say, "What's that?"

I took another bite before replying, "It's a lemon bar, Iggy made it, it's actually really good."

Fang smirked, maybe he was happier, he sure had been smiling a lot more lately. Then he leaned in closer and my heart picked up pace, was he going to kiss me again? Did I want him to kiss me again? I could feel his hot breath on my face, and my blood pumped faster. And then, very quickly, he stole my lemon bar.

"Hey!" I cried, punching him in the arm, "Give that back!"

He arched his eyebrows and held it above his head. Which wouldn't have been a problem if Fang hadn't suddenly grown taller than me in the past year or so. I stood up and tried, unsuccessfully to retrieve my stolen lemon bar.

I grabbed his arm and pulled down as hard as I could. I let out a grunt of effort he'd gotten stronger. I planted my feet and pulled harder, attempting to pull his arm down to my level. His knee's started to quiver and I knew he was going to fall over soon, with a malicious smile I kicked him in the shin sending him toppling down; right on top of me.


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