A/N: Hey guys! Before I start off, I just want to say thanks to all who reviewed. Who knows? Maybe once I get my review thing unblocked on my laptop, I'll review your stories too ;D Actually, more than maybe, because know I will review! So that's an incentive to review, for all of you people out there who read this but didn't review!
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Now, here's the final part! However, I did get a review asking to make this into a story, so what do you guys think? Review and tell me please!
Disclamer: I do not, nor will I ever (sadly) own Maximum Ride. It's all James Patterson's.
When Gazzy and Angel came out of the water to see what everyone was staring at, they stared too.
"Max?" the Gasman asked incredulously, while shaking his head. He was either trying to get rid of water in his ears, or the horrible image of me in a bikini out of his mind. I secretly hoped the former.
"Max, you look so pretty," Angel said happily, shaking out her angelic-white wings of residue water.
"Do I have to go through this again?" I asked, still feeling irritable. They shrugged their shoulders, and went back into the water.
I noticed that Angel had gotten some dolphins to come with her powers. I hope she wasn't taking advantage of them. We don't need another visit from PETA after that little bomb experiment Gazzy tried involving some friendly woodland creatures.
Ella, Nudge, Iggy, and my mom followed the Gasman and Angel back to the water. Then, it was just Fang and me left. I sat down on the beach towel where Ella previously was, trying hard not to stare at Fang. I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared out into the ocean. I then felt a thud next to me, and knew that Fang had flopped himself down on the other towel next to me. He sat with his legs out, leaning backwards and enjoying the sun.
"I think you look hot," Fang said so quietly, I could barely hear what he had said. When I did register what he said, though, my insides swelled up in emotion, and I felt myself go red again. I was going to look like a lobster by the end of the day, sun or no sun.
But really, frick. I mean, I thought it was sexist, but at the same time sweet. Grrrrrr my feminism mixed with hormones. It makes everything so confusing.
"You too," I mumbled, barely believing my ears. Did I really just give up my feminism to please a guy? Uh-uh, that's not good. It is Fang though… And now I want to kiss him, but I don't feel the most comfortable with my mom in viewing range.
Isn't it weird how I always wanted parents, and now that I have a mom I want her to leave? Anyway, we just chilled there, while doing the occasional 360o, and watching the rest of the Flock play in the ocean.
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Everyone but Fang and I were still down at the water a half an hour later. In that time, we hadn't said much, but enjoyed just being in each other's company. I was leaning back on my elbows with my legs out and keeping my wings in tight, like Fang, and doing 360o checks everywhere, in case M-Geeks or some other sort of enemy was around, waiting to attack. It was then that we saw some teenage boys, maybe around sixteen, walking down the beach.
They were coming walking from the south, and going north. In other words, they were coming in from our right and walking out on our left. They seemed to be glancing over to Fang and me, and then talking to each other. Then when they were walking past us, about seven feet away, they stopped, and turned towards us. Now what?
I noticed that they didn't look half-bad, though. You know, the type of surfer/life guard guy that girls usually go for, with the tans and golden hair and muscles and whatever. Blech. No offense if you look like that, though.
"Hey," said the boy on the left, the taller one, to me. I tensed up, and felt Fang do so too next to me.
I wondered if these guys were a majorly improved M-Geek, coming to kill us with their thick hair. Blech again.
"I'm Trey, and this is my friend Chad. We were wondering if you would like to ditch your loser friend and hang with us at this wild party tonight."
It was at this point that Fang jumped up, and I started going red once again. Trey and Chad took no notice, though.
"We don't ask just anyone, you know. We look for the hottest babe on the beach, and we've gotta say, babe, it is definitely you. By a long shot," Chad added.
NOW I was angry. There are few things more chauvinistic than a guy calling a girl "babe." And where do they come off saying stuff like that to a random girl? I was about to shoot them down, and maybe beat them up, but Fang beat me to the punch.
"Listen," I heard Fang say menacingly, which is pretty scary if I do say so myself. No one messes with Fang. Trey and Chad turned pale under their tans. "No one talks to her like that. No one. And Max, this girl you are trying to persuade to go with you to your 'wild' party, is MY girlfriend. So lay off."
Whoa. I mean, yea, claiming girls is sexist and all, but it kind of melted my heart. What is this bikini doing to me? First it got these boys' attention, and now I was turning into a damsel? I have got to get another bathing suit.
Trey and Chad recovered after a brief moment. Then Chad spoke.
"Who's to say she wouldn't ditch YOU for US?" he asked meanly.
It was at that point that Fang whipped out his amazing, black wings, which, if I do say so myself, they are very impressive.
The wings really scared the guys, as they hadn't seen them while walking towards us, and they ran away down the beach, screaming like girls. I laughed hard, and Fang sat down after folding his wings back in.
No one down at the water noticed what just went on.
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"I could have just told them no, you know," I told Fang jokingly after a few minutes of silence. But he still looked pretty ticked.
"As soon as they stopped, I knew it was to ask you to do something with them. And the way they talked to you, like you were just some girl who would do anything with them just because they're them."
Wow, I didn't know Fang could get jealous.
"They were so boneheaded. Trey. Chad. What type of names are they?" Well, then again, what type of name is Fang? But I didn't say anything, and Fang silently blew some steam off.
Eventually, the Flock, my mom, and Ella came back from the water.
"Look at all of the shells we got," Angel said excitedly, and dumped tons of shells onto the sand in front of me.
"We want to paint them," Ella said cheerfully, flipping her long, dark hair out of her face, since it was plastered to her face from the ocean water.
"And make them into jewelry," Nudge added wringing her equally dark hair out onto the sand.
"Did you two do anything while we were gone?" Iggy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and my mom looked momentarily appalled, but then loosened up when she saw Iggy burst into a peal of laughter at his own pe rverted joke.
I was seriously ticked, and I knew Fang was too from the way his jaw clenched. I'd have to deal with Iggy later, when my mom wasn't around to stop me from slugging him in the face.
Meanwhile, everyone was gibbering away and having a good time, but all I really wanted to do was get out of this bathing suit and be alone with Fang.
Then, almost as if he was reading my mind, like Angel does ALL THE TIME, in case she is listening now (I just saw you smile, Angel), Fang spoke up.
"Hey, Max, do you want to go for a walk down the beach?" I agreed, and we got up from our spots and started walking down the beach, in the opposite direction from where the surfer guys came. I then realized that if guys were into me, surely girls would be into Fang.
Uh-oh. I don't want there to be another Red-Haired Wonder floating around here. Now that I think about it, I am seeing a lot of googly-eyed girls of all different hair colors staring at us. Grrrrrr. And is that a grandmother I see ogling Fang? I shivered. Creeper. The wings tucked into our backs also didn't help much in the Not Drawing Attention category.
But a second later, I didn't care as much, because as our hands were swinging back and forth while walking, Fang grabbed my hand and held it. I felt all of my nerves go off, and it was incredible. His rough, callused hand in my equally rough and callused hand felt… right. Like it should always be there.
Then, Fang started pulling me over a little water-smoothed cave that was just off of the beach, covered with scrawling graffiti and gossip of the small beach town we were in. It probably used to be a regular, rough, and shallow cave, but then the coming and going of the high tides hollowed, deepened, and smoothed it out to make the cave the way it is now.
When we got inside, I said, "Good thing you brought us in here. I was about to beat up some of those girls looking at you."
I then realized that was how Fang felt about those guys, but he probably felt worse because they actually tried to make a move on me. Ouch. Fang just looked at me like, Well, that's what happened to me.
Fang then said, "I didn't bring us in here because of that." What did he mean by that? I understood what he meant, though, when he pulled me closer to him, put his hands on my waist, and kissed me.
I, being the blibbering idiot when it comes to anything other than fighting, stood in momentary shock. I then came to my electrically charged senses, and put my arms around his neck.
We stood there and kissed for what I wish was hours, enjoying being in each other's presence. It did feel a little awkward for me, though, seeing as I was only in a bikini and pressed up against a wonderfully shirtless Fang.
Eventually Fang and I, albeit unwillingly, broke apart. We stood there with our arms still around each other, looking at each other contentedly. The gold glints in his dark eyes sucked me in. To break away from the spell of his eyes, I put my head on his chest, and realized that he had, again, grown taller.
Then, Fang spoke. It seems he's been doing that a lot more lately.
"Seeing those guys flirt with you today made me realize something. I want you to know that I care about you. More than anyone else ever can or will. Because people, like those guys, will try to tell you otherwise. But I lo- like you. And I will not let anyone else take you from being with me."
Wow. That was a really long statement, coming from Fang. And a really sweet one. Oh god, get me out of this bathing suit before I start chasing after every boy I see.
"I care about you too," I told Fang, not lifting my head from his chest. "And trust me, those girls won't even be able to get to you if I have anything to do with it." Fang then rested his head on top of mine, and we just stood there for a few minutes.
We then headed back to the rest of the Flock. I have a feeling that the rest of the trip might not be so bad.
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