AN: So this is my second Max Ride fanfic, my third ever. Please give me your feedback! Even if you think it sucks.
Max POV
We were just flying, flying towards who-knows-what, when I got the feeling that something was off.
I glanced at Gazzy. He looked normal, at least as normal as us mutants can get. He was laughing with Iggy about something, his trademark mischievous glint in his blue eyes. I narrowed my own in suspicion, but nothing abnormal had happened to my underwear . . . yet. I'd have to keep an eye on those two.
I turned my gaze to look at Nudge, who was babbling on about how she wished she could get another makeover like the one in New York. Angel pretended to listen, but was really mumbling to Total whenever the Nudge Channel took a rare commercial break.
That left Fang. He was silent, (tell me something I don't know,) but his brow was furrowed, like he was really thinking hard. I've only seen him like that when he's on watch, concentrating on the slightest noise or movement. When he was like that, I could almost relax, because he could hear a bird poop (pardon the pun,) a mile away. But this was different.
Fang wasn't concentrating on defecating animals. And the really weird thing was, I didn't know what he was thinking about. Usually with him, a simple look would give everything away.
Not this time.
I angled my feathers ever so slightly and shifted so I was gliding next to him. "Whatcha thinking about?" I asked.
He started, then saw I was right next to him. The usual sarcastic grin spread across his face, but not before I caught a quick flush of embarrassment.
What is with him?
But Fang's answer was totally . . . well, Fang. "I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." His face was still smiling, but his eyes weren't.
"Oh, I get it. Forgive me for interrupting your privacy, O Wise One," I mocked, returning the smile.
He studied me for a moment, then stared straight ahead, indicating that the conversation was over.
Normally that would've irritated me, and I most likely would've smacked him upside the head, but I was already too deep in my thoughts.
What was he thinking about? Why wouldn't he tell me? And then my thoughts floated back to the beach in Florida where I'd almost managed to kill myself.
I had felt something change between us, something I couldn't describe then. But now, I think I knew what it was and why it had impacted me.
That's why you hated to see him with Lissa, Maximum. You were jealous.
Oh brilliant. The Voice arrives uninvited yet again. I would have to start counting.
Yeah right. Like I was the one he should've been kissing. That solves everything, huh?
I think it noticed my sarcasm, but it will went on.
As I have to remind you, Maximum, you won't be a child forever.
I wanted it to shut up, and fast.
Yes, Voice. Only there's a slight problem: I'm not concerned about forever right now, I'm concerned about today.
Finally it shut up, but only after I probably imagined it sighing. Why can't it talk when I want and be quiet when I want? Ugh, it's living inside my head!
I looked over at Fang once more, only this time to find he was looking at me, too.
I wanted to tell him everything with that look. About my frustrations, my pains, my fears, my problems. But I didn't. Not yet. Maybe I will some other day.
But I did question his earlier response. He shrugged back, his body language saying, Sorry, that's all the answer you're getting.
And somehow, I was okay with that. Maybe on the same day that I told him everything, he'd tell me everything.
Besides, if he told me now, he'd have no choice but to kill me, right?
AN: So there you have it. I'm not known for my long oneshots, but I hope that was enough. Review if you feel like it.