Translations in AN
Angel released Max's hand and climbed onto the bed. Fang sat up and frowned.
"Bonjour." Angel greeted smiling at him.
Surprised by the French greeting Fang replied, "Bonjour." He watched the little girl curiously waiting for her to speak again.
Angel set her twinkling blue eyes on him and asked softly, "Voulez-vous être mon ami?"
It took Fang a second to answer the abrupt question, he wasn't expecting that that was for sure. He returned the little girls smile, "Je voudrais que." He whispered
Angel giggled in reply and shot Max who stood frozen by the door a glance, "Peut-être votre ami Max trop?"
Fang paused, following the little girl's gaze. His eyes landed on a tall girl about fifteen with dirty blond hair pulled up haphazardly with several locks falling in her warm chocolate brown eyes. She wore a worn out dark blue shirt and ripped jeans. He hadn't really paid the rest of the kids any attention at dinner. The only one he really had a look at was Nudge and that was only because she'd been in his room about ten times that day. He guessed Max could be the one that came to fetch him for dinner, she sure looked like she had the attitude for it.
He hadn't realised he'd been silent for so long until Angel continued, "Nous n'avons que de l'autre maintenant. Nous devrions tous être amis. Vous et Max peuvent être des amis." She said softly climbing off the bed.
"Night, Fang." Angel called tugging Max out of the room by the hand.
Fang lay back down and stared at the canopy of the four-poster. He'd spoken more to Angel than he had since he'd arrived yesterday. He shook his head and threw his arm over his eyes. He needed to go outside to think. The one thing he liked about the island was the freedom; he could step out of his bedroom and walk for miles if he wanted to. He'd made up his mind; he was going for a walk. He pulled out his bag and dug out a black jacket. It was warm outside and the sun was just dipping beneath the horizon. He pulled on his jacket and made his way down the steps to the beach.
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"Sam!" Max heard Lisa screech from down by the water. She tried to block out the unmistakable sound Lisa yelling at Sam for wetting her hair but it was easier said than done.
She closed her eyes again and let herself relax. Dr M had suggested when they'd all woken up that they make a trip to the beach and since Nudge and Angel were determined to go everyone else got roped into going with too. Max didn't mind the beach, the warm sun beating down on her skin and the sound of the waves crashing while she relaxed on a deck chair she'd made Dylan and Sam carry down for her, but she'd much rather be touring round the island. She was desperate to find a spot, just one spot which she could call her won somewhere hidden from everyone else but she didn't have time so far though.
She'd just started drifting off to sleep when she felt cold drops shower her stomach and legs .she sat up with a gasp, eyes wide. "Dylan!" She growled when he laughed and continued to shake his mop of golden hair over her. "Can't you leave a girl in peace?" she mumbled lying back down and crossing her arms over her chest.
He grinned exposing his perfect set of white teeth, his ocean blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come swim, the water's refreshing." She didn't doubt it was and she could tell everyone else was having fun diving into the clear blue water.
Max shook her head, "No." she said firmly.
Dylan raised an eyebrow at her and ruffled his hair again "Just take a dip." He suggested.
Max shook her head again, "I was just about to head up to the house anyway." She jumped up and pulled on her baggy top over the bikini she'd found in her bag. If Nudge hadn't whined and complained and sulked she wouldn't have worn it but damn could that girl lay it on thick when she wanted to.
"Ok." Dylan took his dismissal and headed back to the water waving behind him.
Max stepped into the house and sighed when her nose was his with the small of lunch. "Mm." She wandered into the kitchen where Dr M was flitting around mixing things and putting trays in the ovens. Yes, plural. Cooking for eleven people took more than a single lonely oven.
"Can I help with anything?" Max asked with a chuckle.
Dr M stood up and blinked at Max in surprise, "Oh, hi Max. I thought you were all down at the beach, lunch won't be ready for another half hour I'm afraid."
Max smiled, "That's fine. Everyone else is still down there but I wanted to come up and see if I could get Fang outside sometime this century." She rubbed her hands together evilly making Dr M laugh. She couldn't understand why he was holing himself up in his room, she'd gotten outside the first chance she got, as big as the house was it felt extremely stifling and she had a touch of claustrophobia when she was inside it. she knew it was ridiculous but she never had been a big fan of the indoors, she'd always loved to be outside.
"Have fun with that, just make sure he comes down for lunch alright? I don't need him starving to death especially with the amount of food we have around here."
"Sure!" Max called behind her already heading up the stairs. She didn't bother knocking on his door she just barged in. she never was known for her manners.
"Alright, I think you've been in here long enough. You're going –" She cut herself off when she realised the room was empty. She wouldn't have noticed the doors to the balcony were open if a gust of wind didn't rustle the curtains pulled across the glass and her curiosity got the better of her. She pulled aside the curtain to find Fang leaning against the wall with a sketchpad in his lap and a pencil in hand. He was sketching furiously and Max stood for a moment just watching him. He was so engrossed in his drawing he hadn't even noticed her. a grin slid into place on Max's face and she crept across the deck until she was right beside him before her hand shot out to grab the pad from him.
Fang's startled eyes shot up to Max and then he frowned.
Max ignored him and looked down at the pad. Her eyes grew slightly wide and her mouth popped open. "Wow." She sputtered taking in the lifelike scenery he'd been in the middle of when she'd taken the pad. She could make out all the little figures from Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, Angel, Sam and Lisa in the water as well as herself and Dylan by the deck chair. Everything is so detailed. She thought taking in the tiny ripples on the water and the individual leaves on the trees down the boardwalk. "You drew this?" She asked stupidly. Of course he'd drawn it, she'd seen him!
When he gave her a pointed no-shit-Sherlock look she felt her cheeks grow warm and it had nothing to do with the sun. She held out the pad for him and he took it back, flipping it closed.
"You're really good." She commented gesturing to the pad.
He shrugged.
"You really don't like to speak do you?" She muttered but then she remembered, "I'm not sure if I should be insulted by the fact that you'll hold a conversation with a six-year-old and won't say a word to me or not." She added tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Fang watched her wordlessly, his swirling black eyes boring into her so intensely it made her shift from foot to foot.
A gust of wind whipped Max's hair in her face again but she didn't bother to tuck it back, it would just blow back anyway. "Do you want to come down to the beach? it's loud as hell but it's better than sitting up here on your own." Max suggested crossing her arms over her chest.
Unsurprisingly Fang shook his head but then to her surprise added, "No thank you." His French accent was apparent and as much as Max wanted to deny it, it was sexy as hell. She felt another blush creeping up and to save herself any further mortification she spun on her heel, "Lunch is gonna be ready in about twenty minutes. You change your mind you know where to find us." once hidden behind the curtains again Max slapped a hand to her forehead. What the hell was that about? She internally yelled. Stop acting like such a girl! You don't take crap from anyone even if they do have sexy French accents and dark eyes you can get lost in. deciding it was better at that point to just not think at all since her thoughts really weren't helping any Max walked out of the room, muttering to herself along the way.
Not a very eventful chappie, sorry guys but I wanted them all to get a little more used to each other before I do anything drastic. I don't know how I managed to write 2 1/2 pages and just about nothing happened. Well, that's what happens when I write in third person instead of someone's P.O.V. Do you guys prefer my P.O.V.'s or my Third Person? It would be good to know for future and to see if I need to change now instead of later on. Writing in Third person takes a bit longer too, I'm so used to writing in P.O.V.'s for FF that it's strange writing in third person now. I got quite a good response for War and Without My Soldier and they are both Third Person so I figured why not give it a bash?
I know Max blushing is OOC but I thought it was funny, besides they needed to break the ice.
Angel and Fang's conversation translations:
Pretty sure you all know what Bonjour means. If not, there is something wrong with you ;-)
Voulez-vous être mon ami? – Would you like to be my friend?
Je voudrais que. – I would like that
Peut-être votre ami Max trop? – Can Max be your friend too?
"Nous n'avons que de l'autre maintenant. Nous devrions tous être amis. Vous et Max peuvent être des amis." – We've only got each other now. We should all be friends. You and Max can be friends.
Those are most likely wrong but I'm too lazy to send them to someone to check ;-P
This is getting long so I'll go now… haha!
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