(A/N: This goes for all my stories. I must get at least three reviews for my first chapter that ask me to continue. After that, I will post a new chapter every other day. This story is Fang's POV the whole time. Fang gets a new power to invade people's dreams. How is this useful? No idea. The Idea just popped into my head. Enjoy!)
Messing with Max
I love action, I have to admit, but not having to fight erasers every second is nice as well. Of course, staying at a hotel all the time wasn't a walk in the park. But wait…I'm Fang. Since when do I like walking in parks?
I reluctantly stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I heard a faint whimper from outside. I opened the door to find Max on her knees, in a ball, on the bed. I needed a few extra hands to count haw many times this happened. But this time she looked really bad.
I rushed over and put my hand on her back, but she yelped and I pulled away. Then, suddenly, she let out a faint gagging sound and fainted. I held her in my arms.
Then I heard a giggle from outside the door. I laid Max down gently on the bed.
I walked out the door to find Nudge right outside.
"Max and Fang, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" She let out a little giggle.
"More like 'Maximum ride, with a broken brain. Suffering excruciating pain.'" I added, mocking her.
I went back to Max to find her sweating.
'I wonder if she has a fever,' I thought.
I bent down and touched her forehead. I spaced out, my vision went blurry, and everything went black.
I fell into an elevator. 'Damn, I hate these things!' I thought. 'LANGUAGE!' I heard. Angel. 'Angel! Sweetie, where am I?' I thought. 'Whoa.' Great. Angel can read minds. So 'Whoa' probably wasn't good. 'You're in Max's dream! STALKER!' I scowled. As if she could see me. The elevator stopped, and I walked out to find Max on the bed, reading a magazine.
"Hey," She said, looking up from her magazine.
"Hey," I said. "Guess what."
"You're not emo?" She said, smiling.
"No! Well, yes, but no." I said, embarrassed.
"I give up." She said, standing up.
"I have the power to enter people's dreams." I said.
"No you don't," she said, disbelievingly.
"Don't believe me? Fine. Let's play cruel genie. You get one wish. What EVER it is, I'll grant it. That'll prove it."
She pondered it. And I mean PONDERED it. For like, five minutes. Then, turning red, she said, "I want you to kiss me." Then she looked down, her face as blood red. I took her hands in mine, and held them tight. "You just wasted your wish," I said. "Why?" She asked, looking perplexed. "Because you don't need to be dreaming to know that I love you." I said. Then I kissed her. The perfect moment. Thank you author! (A/N: Anytime, Fang ol' pal!)
