Lift, Chapter 2

I'll be truthful. Fang and I fought. A lot. Always we would fight about the most stupid of things and then proceed to not talk to each other for a few hours. Then either I or him would be heading off to the other's room. It usually ended in a sweet peck on the lips, a heated make out session, or even just falling asleep in each other's arms.

The rest of the Flock didn't know that we were together. Except Angel, of course, but she swore not to tell. I expected her to keep her word; else she would have something coming for her. It wouldn't be good.

I was positive that the Flock would be suspicious, but every time they tried to ask, I gave them the evil eye and proceeded with my activity.

Fang and I had always been best friends. Even back at the school, our dog crates had been lined up next to each other. He would always hold my hand after any experiment, harsh or not, he would comfort me when I cried, and would tell me that things would be all right, even though he didn't believe it himself.

Tonight was one of the nights that Fang and I had fought. I had probably started it, but I had refused to believe it until now, after three hours of sitting on my bed.

Fang had made some remark about Lissa, the freaking red head that I despised, and I blew up, right in front of the kids and all.

"Why don't you go kiss her then?" I screamed, angry at his remark. If we were together, even in secret, that wouldn't work. He couldn't go around bringing up all of the beautiful red heads that he had liked or sucked face with.

The memories of Lissa and Brigid rolled into my mind, but I stamped them out. I wouldn't have this nonsense. "Or maybe even go and see your sweet, Brigid!"

Fang rubbed his temples, obviously regretting bringing the old girlfriend up and bracing himself for the fight. "Max…" he groaned.

I wouldn't stop. "Don't worry, Fang. We all know you'd rather be with one of them than with m- us!" I snarled, glaring at my dead silent family around the room.

Fang stood up, approaching me. "Well, if you would stop being so jealous, then maybe you'd appreciate that that was the past."

He got up and left the room after that, leaving the others staring at me. I snapped at them and left.

Hours later, after moping for some period of time, I stood up, pulling myself together enough to go to Fang's room and apologize.

I opened the door, quickly, before letting myself changed my mind. What was in front of me scared me, causing me to fall backwards. His arm caught me and pulled me closer to him until I was up against his chest. Fang, I realized noticing the black shirt in front of my face.

Fang had been at the door when I opened it. Did that mean that he was going to apologize to me? It might have.

He wrapped his arms around my torso, and let his hands begin to stroke my wings tenderly.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. "I'm sorry."

I hugged him. "Me too." And we kissed, letting our worries fall to the floor. Gazzy walked by as out lips were melded together. He just passed by at first, not taking notice, but then backed up, turning his head in our direction.

"What the-" he whispered. And then he ran downstairs, screaming to Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Total, that Fang and I had just kissed.

I laughed. If only they knew the real story.