These are just drabbles that I felt like writing... kind of pointless, but amusing (hopefully).
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Tired
I stumbled tiredly along the sidewalk, almost fainting with exhaustion.
Fang and I had just escaped from the School. We were in the middle of a small town in who-knows-where, trying to find somewhere to stay or a phone. The rest of the flock was with Dr. Martinez.
He trudged along beside me, his pale face streaked with dirt and blood. He looked almost as tired as I felt, his eyes half open, shoulders slumped, and gaze fixed on his feet. I felt my heart twist as I looked at him.
He doesn't deserve this…
A jaw-breaking yawn escaped as I walked. My vision began to swim.
"Max-" I faintly heard Fang's alarmed voice as I stumbled and began to sink to the ground. He caught my waist, dragging me upright. My knees were wobbly – I couldn't keep myself upright.
"No, Max, we can't stop now… come on, get up, get up…" he muttered, half to me and half to himself.
"I'm ok now…" I mumbled. Fang cautiously let go of me. I took another step forward and suddenly the ground was rushing up as I lurched again.
Fang swore and wound his arms around my waist as he supported me. "Come on.. not now, this is bad.."
I sagged back against him and my head lolled on his chest. I was so, so bone weary that even Erasers couldn't have roused me from my half-dead stupor.
I was dimly aware of Fang half carrying me down the street, then setting me down at his feet. I heard coins clinking and buttons beeping, then Fang's deep voice murmuring into the pay phone.
"Jeb?"
"Fang? Is that you? What's wrong? Where's Max?"
Fang glanced down at me. "She's here. Look: I don't trust you, but Max seems to. Usually. So I need to ask you for help."
The conversation continued and I leaned against his legs as I drowsed. Fang hung up the phone.
He knelt down and cupped my face with one of his rough hands. He gazed straight into my half open eyes. "Max. Jeb is coming for us. Can you hear me?"
I nodded.
Fang sighed and pulled me to my feet again. He sat us down on a bench along the sidewalk, tucking me into his side as we waited. I leaned my head on his chest with a sigh and was asleep instantly.
I woke up a few minutes later when a car pulled up to the edge of the street, the engine purring quietly. Jeb sprang out of the driver's seat and rushed over to Fang and I.
"Max! What's wrong with her? Here, give her to me." Jeb reached for me.
Fang's arms tightened around me. "I don't let go of her." He said flatly. "And she's just tired. Once I get her back into her bed she will be fine."
"Hi, Jeb," I said almost incoherently.
Jeb didn't answer, just nodded gravely at Fang. Fang stood up, bringing me with him. "We're going back to Dr. Martinez's, Max. We're going to your mom's." He murmured in my ear.
"Is the flock there?" I revived enough to ask.
He chuckled deeply and I felt it vibrate in his chest. "Yes. The flock is there."
"Good."
We got into the back seat of the car, not even bothering with seat belts. True to his word, Fang didn't let go of me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. "You can go to sleep now, Max. I'll take care of you."
I leaned against his strong chest and finally let myself sleep.
Back Alley
I walked down the street, openly ogling at the huge buildings and skyscrapers.
"Cool," I grinned, pointing at a particularly obnoxious looking building. "That one looks like it's trying to intimidate the other ones."
Fang, my best friend (and long time boyfriend) smiled at my theory. "Maybe."
I tugged on his hand excitedly. "We are going there," I said, inhaling the smell of fresh cookies deeply.
Fang laughed, shaking his head at my delight. "You are so easy to make happy," he chuckled.
"Yep," I grinned, "cookies. That's about all you need."
A dangerous gleam suddenly shone in his handsome eyes.
"Is that all?"
Suddenly I was whipped into a back alley in the city, thrown up against the wall, and was being kissed thoroughly. He put his hands up above my head and grinned against my lips as he kissed me softly again.
I pulled back and he smirked.
"OK, now I'm happy.
Late
"Everything ok in there?" I called through Max's door. Something hit the wall with a thump.
"NO! I'm late, and I'm not ready yet!"
I grinned.
"Do you want me to do anything?"
The door flew open, and there was Max. She was dressed in her soccer jersey and shorts, her hair pulled back into a frazzled ponytail. A hectic flush raced across her cheekbones as she looked up at me.
She looked very hassled.
She also looked beautiful.
"Could you?" she asked breathlessly.
I nodded, shrugging. "I offered."
She dragged me into her room and tossed her gym bag, a bunch of clothes, and her soccer shoes at me. "Shove that stuff in there –" she grabbed her hoodie, pulling it over her head and muffling her voice, "while I get ready."
I packed the stuff efficiently into her bag as she flitted around the room, throwing things and looking very harried.
As she raced by me for the fifth time, I reached out with a slight grin and grabbed her arm.
"Max," I said, smiling at her in a way that (who knows why) always made her calm down and putting my hands on her shoulders. "Chill. Take a deep breath."
Max stopped, staring up at me.
She took a deep breath.
She let it out.
She took another one.
She snatched the bag out of my hands and darted out of my reach. She ripped the door open and tore out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "I'm still late!"
I shook my head and threw my hands up over my head in frustration.
I give up.
Hehe... those were kind of fun to write...
I'll probably add to these periodically. Whenever I feel like stimulating the neurons.
Haha - Who else thought Fang was being really sweet in the first one?? --raises hand--