"Max, will you marry me?" my, now husband, Micah asked. God that was the day I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Emphasis on the one of. I was married now. Maximum Ride Martinez-Batchelder Richards. Has a certain ring? No. Not really.
"Max, honey, why can't we try to have kids?" Micah asked. I sighed. He had proposed in the middle of a family reunion. I didn't have much choice.
I was still completely in love with Fang. He's a jackass. I'm not even sure if I like Micah as more than a friend…
"I'm just not ready," I answered honestly. He sighed in defeat.
"Well, why? Max, we've been married six months now. Come on. We've never done anything more than sleep beside each other. Max, please?" I sighed.
"Micah, please?" I looked at him.
"What?"
"I'm only sixteen, and you're seventeen. I'm not ready for a kid." He nodded.
"Okay. I love you." I sighed. I knew what I had to say here. I had no choice.
"I love you too." Liar! I'm such a liar! Good thing I'm good at it.
God, I haven't seen the Flock in…three weeks? Besides at school.
"So, what are you going to do today?" It was May. School. Not for too much longer.
"Umm…I wanted to go visit my family." He nodded. "Alone." He smiled.
"Okay." He kissed my cheek. "See you later."
"Bye." I walked out. I pulled out my cell phone. I called speed dial three, Ella.
"Hey Ella," I said happily once she answered.
"Oh my God. Hey Max." I got into my car.
"Hey. What are you up to?"
"Oh nothing much. You?" I sighed.
"Nothing really. What are you guys up to today?" she sighed.
"Same old bit of
nothing."
"Good. So you won't mind if I stop by?" she
squealed.
"God no!" I heard people cheering.
"Max!" Iggy yelled. I smiled.
"I'll be there in five minutes. See you soon." I hung up.
Iggy and Ella were an inseparable pair now. Iggy could see. One night he went to sleep, and the next morning, he could see. Angel has a boyfriend named Jason. He's so sweet, but I think they're a little young. Nudge and Gazzy were talking…meaning, soon, they probably would be. Everyone was basically the same. Ella changed Iggy a little. He wasn't quite so perverted.
Fang was…scary. He was always depressed. He moped around the house. Whenever I saw him, he never smiled or said a word. He had totally changed. He went from not talking much, to none at all. He went from being emotionless to completely depressed. It started eight months ago. When I started dating Micah.
Everything went so fast. Hours passed like seconds. Months passed like days. My life was crazy. I was married to someone…I know I didn't love, but not sure if I even liked.
I pulled into the driveway. They were all outside waiting. Except…Fang. I sighed and got out of the car. I shut the door and they all ran up to me. The front door opened. Fang walked out. He saw me and walked right back in. I opened my mouth to say something, and everyone sighed.
"Has he changed…at all?" They shook their heads.
"Nope. He…talked yesterday," Ella said enthusiastically. I sighed.
"What did he say?"
"Life's a bitch," Iggy answered. I nodded.
"Yes it is."
"How's it going with Micah?" Nudge asked curiously.
I made an ick face. They shook their heads.
"Is there still no possibility of kids?" Ella asked. I nodded.
"None. He still wants to, but…I can't." I sighed.
"Oh. Let's go on in," Angel said pulling on my arm. I nodded, and they all pulled me inside.
"So Max, what have
you been up to?" Ella asked after we had all settled in and
comfortable. I took a sip of my Mountain Dew.
"Literally
nothing." She winced.
"Sounds like fun." I nodded.
"Yeah. I guess." She smiled.
"So, how's everyone?" I asked.
"Well, Iggy's great. Angel and Jason are good. It's weird knowing they're eight. Nudge and Gazzy, still talking. And…yeah. Still in his don't say a thing to anyone. Mom and Dad are good too."
"Max, can Micah live one night without you?" Angel asked giving me the puppy dogface. I sighed and nodded.
"Yes sweetie. He can." She squealed.
"So, will you stay the night?" I shrugged.
"I guess." She squealed even louder.
"Yea!" She jumped around.
"Okay. Well, I'm going to be right back," I said walking out. I pulled out my cell phone.
"Micah," I said after he picked up. "I'm going to stay at Mom's house tonight." He scoffed.
"Why?"
"I just want to visit my family," I answered. He snorted.
"Well, isn't that what you're doing now?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, but I want to spend more time with them!"
"Well, you're coming home! I said so." I gawked.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't ever remembering a time where I needed your permission!" I shrieked.
"I'm your husband. The head of the household." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, maybe in your world, but in my world, I'm in charge of me. Not some stupid boy. I don't care what you say. I'm staying the night. Don't worry about me." I slammed my phone shut and sighed.
Micah's such an ass sometimes. You're coming home! I said so? Who does he think he is? Telling me what to do. I'll show him.
"I'm sorry," Iggy whispered behind me. I turned and looked at him.
"For what?" He sighed.
"Everything. Whatever he said is obviously upsetting you." I sighed.
"A little." He smiled and hugged me.
"Anything I can do to help?" I shrugged.
"I don't know. You want to know what he said?" he nodded.
"Only if you want to tell me." I nodded.
"He said I was coming home because he said so, and he could tell me what to do because he's my husband!" Iggy shook his head.
"Bastard." I nodded.
"Max, come on. Let's eat." I smiled. He pulled me inside.
"So, what did Micah say?" Ella asked once we got back in.
"Does it matter?" she shook her head.
"It never matters what the ass hole says. It's Max's life," Iggy muttered. Ella nodded.
"Right." I smiled. It was my life to live the way I wanted.
Fang never even looked up at dinner. I was silent. Why was he so…depressed? This was sad. Once I thought I saw tears in his eyes, but that was crazy.
"He just doesn't get better. He actually gets worse. Once, he was standing by a wall, and he just started slamming his head into it. It took all of us to stop him."
I stood up. I couldn't take this.
"Good night," I muttered. She smiled and nodded.
"Okay. Have fun." I nodded.
"Will do." I knocked on Fang's door. He opened it, saw me, and quickly shut it. Was he…? I slung his door open. He glared at me. I shut his door back.
"What?" he asked, burying his head in his arms. I sighed and sat on his bed.
"Hey. I haven't talked to you in a while," I said sweetly. He growled.
"Go away." Wow. He's talking now. That's a bonus. I put my arm on his shoulder.
"Fang, what's gotten into you? You won't talk to anyone." He looked up at me. He…was…crying. I tried to hug him, but before I could, he kissed me.
Oh my God. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He tilted his head.
"Max, in case you didn't notice, I'm in love with you." He kissed me again. "I can't get over you. You make it so hard to go through life when you're married to someone else. God I love you more than I have ever and could ever love anyone or anything!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him again. He pulled me over on top of him.
"I love you too," I whispered. He rolled his eyes.
"What about Micah?" Oh yeah.
"I…don't love him. I never have. It's just, every thing happened so fast, and we were in front of his entire huge family. I just…didn't know what to do," I answered honestly. I had never told anyone that.
He kissed my neck. "So you won't mind if I do this?" he asked. I looked at him.
"What?"
"This," he whispered before kissing me again. I put my hands on his chest.
"Most definitely not," I said after pulling back. He smiled. He actually smiled.
"Good." He wouldn't stop smiling. That's okay with me.
"You know, you don't know how happy that makes me that you're smiling again," I muttered shaking my head. He looked at me.
"You don't know how happy it makes me that you aren't in love with Micah." I kissed him again. I stood up, and he did too. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and he tilted his head again. I pulled back slowly, and he put his forehead on mine.
"I'm too in love with you for my own good," he said laughing. I smiled even bigger.
"You're too loveable for my own good. God I love it when you laugh." He smiled.
"So, how have things been?" I sighed.
"Micah wants to try to have kids," I muttered. Fang raised an eyebrow.
"You mean you've never…" I shook my head.
"Never. I don't even like to let him kiss me." Fang smiled.
"What about me?" I smiled.
"I love letting you. You can…whenever no one's around." He nodded.
"Like now?" I nodded.
"If you want." He brushed my hair behind my ears.
"More than anything." With that, he did.
"Fang," I whispered. I looked up at him. "I love you." He smiled.
"I love you too Max." How was I going to do this? I can't stay married to Micah and keep things going with Fang. Choosing the one I want more will be easy.
"Max," Fang whispered. I looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Does he even know about your wings yet?" I shook my head.
"No. Not yet." He nodded. We sat on his bed.
"Oh. That's…cool." I laughed quietly.
"Yeah. Sure. Fang." He looked at me. "Can you do me a favor?" he nodded.
"Sure. Anything," he promised.
"Kiss me," I ordered. He nodded.
"Gladly." He then put his hands on my face and kissed me.
This is where I made a mistake…in some eyes. I pushed him against his headboard, and I put my knees beside his hips. I was sitting in his lap. He put his hands on my back, and I put my hands on his chest. I slid his shirt off, and he pulled off mine. He rolled me over, and he slid off my shorts. He kissed my neck, and I lowered my hands to undo his belt, and I pulled it off. He slid off his pants, and I put my arms around his neck. Damn he was sexy. He had a really tan chest, and he had a six-pack!
He put his hands on my back, and he undid my bra. I slid off his boxers, and he slid off everything I had left.
"Max," he breathed. I shut him up by kissing him. God I love this.
"Max," he whispered again, later that night. I looked at him.
"Yes?" he had his arms around my waist. He chuckled lightly. We were under the covers on his bed.
"I love you. So much." I smiled.
"I love you too." I fell asleep after that.
I sat up quickly the next morning. Fang hadn't moved from where he was last night. When I sat up, he woke up.
"Good morning beautiful." I smiled, and then looked down. Tears filled my eyes.
"I'm horrible." He frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Fang, did you forget, I'm married!" I reminded him. He sighed and sat up. The covers were at his hips.
"That doesn't mean you're horrible," he said kissing my shoulder.
"Fang," tears started pouring down my cheeks. "I've never even done this with my husband. I…I've got to do something. Micah thinks I love him, when I don't. I'm not even sure if I like him." Fang kissed my temple.
"Max, listen, just forget about this. Don't do anything you're going to regret." I nodded.
"Okay. I won't. There will be some hearts broken, and people will hate me. Maybe even some family. But I know what I have to do." I grabbed my clothes, and Fang nodded. He laid back down.
"Fang, just promise me one thing," I whispered after getting dressed. He looked at me. I kissed his lips once more. "Don't go into depression."