Don't bash; I picked random words out of a dictionary. Christian and my friend Zoe helped me with this. Don't really feel like an AN today; sorry!

~Elsie

Twitch

"Will you quit it? I can't get to sleep."

I opened my eyes to see Max sitting up in the bed we were forced to share, all of her dirty blonde hair-now long-piled over one shoulder, which was bare as the tee-shirt she was wearing was a little too baggy for her. With a start, I realized it was my tee-shirt. I decided to catalog that for later usage.

"Do what?" I asked, tired. Max rolled her eyes.

"You twitch in your sleep; it's immensely annoying."

"Well, sor-ry." I grumbled sarcastically. Rolled back over, I was just about asleep when I felt a pillow hit my head.

"Fang, I swear to whatever deity is watching us right now, that if you do that again, I will lock you in a sterile white room with Nudge, Gazzy, a microphone, a lighter, some macaroni and a pack of skittles; use your imagination to see what that would be like."

Ah, I can feel the love.

Clumsy

"Max?"

Angel's voice made me look up, tears streaming down my face. At 3 years, Angel was defiantly a sweet-heart. I smiled waterly at her, and she curled up in my lap. I hugged her somberly, and ran my fingers through her hair. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was already looking around through my thoughts.

I was half-asleep when I heard the wood on the stairs creek. Gazing out through my eyelashes, I expected to see Jeb, who was always an early riser. Instead, I saw Fang, his mop of hair falling in his face, which was scrunched up with concern. I felt Angel being taken off my lap, then more crunching of floorboards up the stairs. A few minutes later, I felt someone picking my up, their arms around my waist. The swaying motion as the person walked lulled me to sleep, but I was rudely awakened as I felt the floor smash into me.

"What the heck?" I asked Fang sleepily. He shrugged sheepishly, and stood up, his hand bent down.

"I slipped; sorry."

I snickered at this, and grabbed his hand as he helped me up.

"No, you're just clumsy."

"Don't push it, Max."

Expire

"Ew! This is gross, Max!"

"Well, what do you expect, Fang? I told you the milk was expired!"

"I thought you were kidding!"

"Would I kid about something like that?"

"Yes."

"Screw you."

"If you feel obliged too."

"Ugh! Pervert!"

"But I'm your pervert."

"Anything else you'd like to say, Captain Obvious?"

"This milk is expired, Lieutenant Sarcasm."

Bleach

"Hey Fang?"

I looked up from my book to see Max in my doorway, twirling her hair around her finger and biting her lip. I set my book down without saving my spot; Max comes first, book second.

"Yeah?"

She looked nervous, sitting down on my bed next to me. I watched her curiously; she refused to meet my eyes.

"Anne is going to take me to get my hair bleached…should I?"

I looked at her, shocked.

"Why?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, crossing her long legs beneath her. "My hair is like dirt; horridly unattractive."

"Max, your hair is beautiful." The comment came out of my mouth without my brain's permission, and I watched embarrassedly was she blushed bright red. Eh, might as well finish my mind's idea.

"It's sun-bleached, and falls into your eyes just right. It makes your eyes look like melting chocolate, and makes your lips look plump and pink. I'm sure that's why Sam can't quit staring at you."

I spat my last sentence, disgusted. What could she possibly see in that wiener? I watched as she blushed, then leaned forward.

I stopped breathing.

She lightly kissed my hair, then my eye lids, and finally my lips. I froze, knowing that if I moved to pull her closer she would leave me. She pulled away slowly, then smiled cheekily at me.

"What was that for?" I asked, breathless. She grinned.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me today."

Letter

"Miss Ride?"

I froze, shocked, tears dripping down my face as I tried to look at the man standing in front of me. His hat was off, and his muddy army boots were creating trails across my porch where he rubbed them back and forth.

"Is it true?" I asked breathlessly, motioning towards the letter. He nodded, and smiled at me.

"Yes, his wounds weren't fatal; Nicolas Ride is coming home, ma'am."

I broke out into a grin, throwing myself at the man in a hug. He stiffened, shocked. It wasn't everyday they sent letters like this home; most women they gave letters to said the death of their husbands.

But mine was strong, and he's coming back home.

To me.

Polygamy

(No, this one isn't Fax; it's just brotherly love, and a funny topic ;) Christian helped my write this one, so thank him for his weird way of thinking.)

"Fang? Should I do it?"

Iggy watched me with scared eyes. Of course, I'd be scared, too; he just asked Bree to marry him. I could just picture Max's face; I'm sure she'd be clicking her tongue at him.

"Ig, it will be your forth wife. Are you sure you're making the right choice?"

Let me explain; Iggy isn't a bachelor. No, not at all. He is, in fact, a polygamist.

"Did she say yes?" I asked. Iggy nodded, and I grinned at him.

"Lucky bastard; If Justice doesn't want to sleep with you, you have three back-up options."

Iggy laughed, the atmosphere diffusing.

"Yep. Four wives….Justice, Lyli, Corbyn and Bree all under the same roof…." He gulped. "I's doomed."

Paint

Max looked gorgeous.

Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, as she sat in front of her easel. A bandana was around her head, and she wore a pair of overalls that were about 3 sizes too big for her. She was biting her lip in concentration, and paint was spattered over her cheeks; she didn't look too happy about her painting.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder. She laughed; I can never sneak up on her anymore; after about ten years of being together, she knows all of my tricks now.

"Yes. No. Kind of." She answered.

"Well, which one is it?" I asked her, twirling a piece of hair that came loose from her bun around my finger.

"I'm just frustrated."

"With?" I asked, breathing in the scent of her shoulder. She stiffened, and turned to face me.

"Well, I need a model. My painting won't work without a model."

"Could I help?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She smiled.

"Sure. Just hold really still, and maybe you won't get paint in your hair."

"What?"

She grinned deviously at me, and tugged at the hem of my tee-shirt. I stared at her, watching as she lifted it over my head.

"I'm body painting; now strip."

Fudge

"It's Mackinaw Island; you can't visit and not buy fudge," Iggy complained. I stared at him, but realized it was wasted. Looking around at the rest of my flock, they looked at me with pleading eyes. Well, all except Fang, of course.

"Fine," I sighed. They jumped up and down, smacking high-fives and whooping. I led them into a small shop, and the smell of chocolate hit me. I breathed it in, and walked up to the counter.

"Okay, each of you pair up; one block for a pair of you," I told the Flock.

"We want cookies and cream!" Nudge and Angel yelled at once. I nodded at the cashier.

"Gazzy and I'll have peanut butter." Iggy nodded at me. I smiled, and the cashier rung them up, too.

"I guess that leaves you and me," I told Fang. "What do you want?"

"How about chocolate?" He asked quietly. I smiled; he knew me so well.

Each table had two chairs, and the younger ones took the two open ones in the front. I frowned; where were Fang and I gonna sit?

"Max? There's a table in the back that we can see them from."

I followed Fang to the back, and we both took a seat. We didn't talk as we ate, until Fang broke the silence.

"Isn't this chocolate great?"

It was such a strange thing for Fang to say that I stared at him. He just shrugged.

"Put some in your mouth, close your eyes, and savor it. Don't chew, just let it sit there 'till it melts."

I followed his instructions, and closed my eyes, and popped a piece in my mouth. It melted slowly in my mouth, and I felt some drip onto my lip.

Before I knew it, I felt Fang's tongue run across my bottom lip, the chocolate smearing across my mouth as he trailed across it. I opened my eyes, shocked, and stared into his dark eyes.

"See?" He leaned down and whispered into my ear, his voice rough. "It's delicious."

Swing

"Fang? Will you push me?"

I looked up from my laptop and out the back door to see Max sitting on the swing that Dr. Martinez got for us a while back. I smiled slightly at her seemingly innocent expression.

"Why do you need my help?" I asked her, but closed the cover anyway. She grinned at me, white teeth shining in the sunset. The rest of the flock was with Ella and Max's mom, off seeing some movie I'm sure Iggy wouldn't enjoy.

"Because." She said simply, her feet pushed into the earth as she sat the swing back. I nodded at her, bringing myself to stand in front of the swing.

"Keep your feet strait out," I told her. She did as I instructed, swinging forward. I pushed her tennis shoes with my hands, and she soared backwards. This repeated many times, until she told me to put my hands down. I did so, confused, and as she swing forward, I braced myself for the impact of her hitting me. Instead I felt her legs wrap around my waist, and she pulled my body towards her. I snapped out my wings, keeping myself aloft in the air. Without thinking, I straddled her waist with my legs as well, and folded my wings back into my back. Holding onto the chains, I gazed down at her before kissing her lips.

"So this is why you wanted me to push you," I murmured against her lips. I felt her grin against my mouth.

"Basically."

So! How'd ya like it? I take credit for most of the ideas; only Polygamist and Bleach weren't my idea. Christian came up with Polygamist (as I said above), and Zoe insisted I write Bleach. Hope you liked! I'll do more if you ask!

~Elsie