1 1 Flock

by FangsGirl934

"Wanna go somewhere, Max?" "Where?" "How about the beach." "YES." Fang and Max live on their own. They left the flock 2 years ago, in search for peace. They found it, and they have been living together in love, with no care about the family they used to have.

1. Chapter 1

Hey peeps!

Time for my new story, 1 + 1 = Flock

Chapter one: I love Bacon. And Fang.

Max Pov

I woke up to sunshine and the smell of bacon.

Bacon. The one and only smell that is awesome.

I kicked off the covers and raced to the kitchen. I saw Fang there, making bacon and eggs. "Oh wow. Thanks Fang." I sit down on the island. He smirks.

"Didn't want you to cook, now did I? I saved myself." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Ok. I know I can't cook. But when did YOU?" I poked my finger into his chest, accusingly.

"The cooking channel."

"Oh whatever."

Where is the rest of the flock you ask? Out. Nver do cross our sight again. We left them 2 years ago, when they voted to kick us out. And we won the lottery, you can say, and bought a nice house secluded from anyone else. And I will not tell you where it is.

So no. I do not miss the flock at all. I have my own Flock. Me. And Fang. THey didn't want us. So we left, gladly finding a home and snuggling up.

Maybe Angel told Jeb that we are dead. Now THAT would be awesome. We havn't ran in to anyhting lately. Lifes good. Especially with Fang.

He placed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. I leaned over the table. "Thanks." I kiss him on the lips, and he kissed back. Nothing special. He he. I'm good at lying.

I pulled away and dug in, clearly starved. I paused to look up at Fang. "What are we gonna do today?" Fang leans on the edge of the counter. "Well. It's raining and stuff outside, so why don't we stay in?" He gave me the best smile in the world, and I nearly turned into bacon.

"Okay. With that said, what are we gonna do INSIDE?"

"Hmm. Sleep. I'm tired. Or watch something." He looked at me. I nodded.

"That seems like a great plan."

I finished my breakfast and washed my plate. Then Fang cradled me in his arms. "I guess the weather's on our side, right? I couldn't possibly come up with anything else." He placed his chin on my head, being the taller one.

"Yeah. I'm definetely clueless. So. Let's go back to bed shall we? It's huge and fluffy..."

Fang kissed me, and swooped me up. He carried me to the bed and kicked the door shut.

Life can't get better then this.

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It's short.

Fang and Max are only 17. They do NOT GET ON LIKE YOU THINK.

THis story is focused on Fang and Max.

-Max