Mk. Chapter 2.
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Our bodies were pressed closely together, and I was hyperactively aware of every cell in my body zinging with the contact. I stared into Fang's midnight eyes; they were lit with wry humor, possibly embarrassment, and a hint of an elusive emotion I couldn't identify.
"Oof, get off me, you fatty," I complained, when I found my voice, "I can't breathe."
Fang smirked and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
What was this? I couldn't even look at him without blushing now? This was insane. Fang was, the closest thing to a brother I'd ever had. He was my best friend, my right-hand man, the only person I could count on. But now, the lines between brother and boyfriend seemed to have almost disintegrated.
"Uhm, Max?" Nudge called, "I don't mean to interrupt you or anything, but there's someone here to see you. Me and Angel met him on our walk; he wants to talk to you. I told him you were busy, but he insisted, so I-"
"Okay," I interrupted, "I'll be right there, as soon as someone moves!"
Fang looked at me, his features tainted with false remorse, "What? Your not comfortable?"
I glared heavily at him, "No, shockingly having a 100 plus pound avian hybrid laying on top of my spleen doesn't give me the warm fuzzies inside!" Actually, yes it did, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Really!?" Fang acted shocked, and then turned devious, "Because I'm pretty comfortable. Has anyone ever told you that you make a lovely mattress?"
"FANG!" I screeched, "GET OFF!!!"
With a tiny smile, he pressed his lips gently to mine, sending a shock throughout my body. He pulled back and full out grinned at me, something I'd never seen Fang do, his fingers gently caressed my cheekbone, and then he was gone. He carefully lifted himself off of me and walked nonchalantly out of the room.
"Max?" Nudge called again, "Are you coming? Because you said you were but you didn't, and he's starting to get impatient. So if your not coming do you want me to just tell-"
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I muttered, interrupting Nudge mid-rant. My heart was pounding faster than its already accelerated pulse, and I was sure my face was bright red. But apparently I had company.
That was my life. Saving the world? Nope, can't, have to spend all my time obsessing over my best friend. Falling in love (did I just say love?), nope, can't, have to go meet with some mysterious caller who may or may not be related to my saving the world. Think I have enough to deal with? Nope, got to add on some more, like a voice in my head, a traitor father, a talking dog, oh and yeah 5 other kids who completely depended solely on, you guessed it, moi.
There was a man standing in the doorway to our cheap hotel room. His black hair was streaked with gray, and he was a little on the heavy-set side. He was dressed simply, in a red polo shirt, and slightly worn jeans. His milky blue eyes, however, made me ill at ease.
But I was the leader, I was the Maximum Ride, so I put on my best 'whats'it too ya' face and confronted the stranger.
"Can I help you?" I asked, allowing a little bit of acid to seep into my tone. Rule #1, don't trust anyone outside the flock.
The man offered me his hand and I just stared at it, as if to say, 'what? You think your good enough to shake my hand? Yeah right.' He lowered his hand slowly and gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Hello, I'm Mr. Furtivo, and you must be Maximum Ride."
I smiled and clapped my hands together lightly, "Good job, Nudge, give the man a prize!"
Nudge popped up, a bright grin on her face, holding a tray of yellow squares, "Lemon bar?"
He declined.
"Come on Mr. Vertigo," I coaxed, horrendously botching his name, "Their really good, the blind kid made them."
"It's Furtivo," he corrected me, "and really, no thank you, I must be going, I only came to inform you, Maximum, of impending danger."
"Impending danger?" I smirked, "Story of my life. Thanks for the tip Mr. TiVo, but your about 15 years too late."
Mr. Furtivo tossed a square of white paper at my feet; "I'm staying one room over, someone left this at my door instead of yours. I hope it helps."
With that he strode out the door, slamming it purposefully behind him.
"Wow," I said, as soon as the door was shut, "he was interesting."
Angel reached over and unfolded the piece of paper at my feet, a small frown creased her cute face.
"What is it Hun?" I asked. She handed me the paper, it read:
"Maximum Ride,
You and your friends have gone too far this time.
You have all been slated for termination,
Do not attempt to weasel your way out of it,
Death is eminent.
Your Friends at Itex"
I glanced up from the paper, my face contorted into false innocence, "Us? Go to far? Never!"
Later that night, I was attempting sleep on one of the small stiff beds provided by the shabby hotel. Although, compared to tree's and cave floors, stiff mattresses weren't that bad, in retrospect. When I felt someone climbing into the bed with me.
My first guess was that one of the younger kids had a bad dream, most likely Angel. I sat up groggily, and was shocked into consciousness when I saw Fang perched beside me on the bed.
"What's wrong?" I asked sarcastically, "Is the boogie man in your closet?"
Fang just shook his head and smiled, "No, didn't I tell you? You make a lovely mattress, and frankly, the ones the hotel provides suck.
He moved so he was lying on top of me, a smile playing around the edges of his lips.
"Fang," I whispered, "get off!"
He just chuckled, and situated himself next to me, his arms wrapped around my waist.
"What are you doing!?" I demanded in hushed tones.
"Laying down," he replied, "what are you doing?"
I sighed; I really couldn't deal with this right now. Aside from the fact that 3 days ago we'd arrived here in New Mexico on strict orders from my voice, and now, said voice, has been MIA since we arrived. I also had to deal with Mr. Furtivo, who severely creeped me out, and for some reason, I couldn't shake the idea that he was more important than he seemed.
"What are you thinking about?" Fang whispered into my ear, causing me to blush, thank god it was dark in the room.
Usually I would come back with a snarky reply, but I was shocked into telling the truth, "Mr. Furtivo, something about him just didn't seem right…"
"Like the fact that he was using a fake name?" Fang offered.
Whaa? Fake name!? "What! I mean, how do you know?" I demanded.
Fang shrugged, "Well, 'Furtivo' means 'sneaky' in Spanish… that was kind of a tip-off."
"You know Spanish?" I asked, how had I not known this?
He shrugged again, "I took part of a Spanish class when Anne made us enroll in school back in Virginia."
"Well Virginia was just full of fun experiences for you, wasn't it?" I mumbled under my breath, thinking sourly back to the Red-Haired Wonder.
Fang chuckled, "For you too, I wonder how Sam feels? You kiss him, and then you plow him over in a mad dash to safety and never talk to him again. Poor kid."
I glared up at him, surprisingly; I still had to look up at him, even when we were lying down, "Oh shut up. What about Lissa? Poor girl must be pining over you after that steamy kiss you laid on her."
Fang arched an eyebrow, "Jealous much?"
My whole face lit up bright red, "No!"
Fangs face stretched into a devious smile, "It's okay," he murmured, "I was jealous too."
And then his lips were on mine. His hands that had been loosely slung around my waist tightened and pulled me closer. Without thinking, I kissed him back. Our lips working in perfect synchronization, my lips answering every question his asked. I ran my fingers through his soft dark hair, and pulled myself even closer. One of his hands slid down to my lower back, while the other one tangled itself in my hair. He angled his mouth so we could better kiss and I lost myself in the wonder that is Fang. Fang, Fang, Fang, it had always been him, ever since the beginning. And I knew, right then, that I would never, love anyone the way I loved Fang.
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