OK, so I am continuing the story... Finally. I will be changing the name later now that this is no longer a oneshot. If anyone has a suggestion that would be great! My plan for this story is just mainly a lot of minor Fax action going on in the beginning, so for the major stuff you'll have to wait a little longer. Most of these will just be little stories linked together loosely for some wiggle room later on.
Also thank you to everyone that reviewed!
Please review, I love to hear your critiques!
MPOV-
"Hey Ig, what's for dinner?" I asked pushing open the kitchen door. I was somewhat taken aback when instead of the usual Iggy that usually resided here around this time, Fang was roaming the area. "You're not Iggy." I stated kind of surprised. He just shot me a 'no freaking duh' look that always makes me want to hit him.
"Wow, thanks for clearing that up." He rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?" I wondered still out of the loop. I hated that.
"Making dinner, Max." He said slowly as if I have a brain defect. On second thought, he probably assumed I did.
"Why isn't Iggy?" I asked suspiciously.
"I gave him the night off. He was really tired or something." He explained already distracted, rummaging through cabinets.
Hmmm… that was nice of him. Now I want to know who he is and what he did with the real Fang. He was already busy preparing whatever he had planned for dinner and his back was towards me. Smiling to myself I crept up behind him, silent as a shadow… or Fang. I was just about to poke his sides where I knew he was extremely ticklish when I stopped dead at his threat.
"You tickle me I'm not afraid to retaliate." Damn. Okay so maybe it is Fang. Only he could have known I was there much less what I had in mind.
"Whatever. So whatcha making?" I inquired curiously.
"Pizza. Lots of pizza."
"Sweet, can I help?" I asked eagerly. Not there is anything better to do right now.
"Max, you can't cook to save your life." He reminded me casually not stopping from his work.
"I'm not that bad." I huffed. "And I will only do what you tell me to. Please?" I begged. Yes, that's right, I was begging just to cook; and in my defense I'm not that bad… but its close. Even if I do suck though, doesn't mean I don't enjoy the part I don't mess up.
"Fine." He sighed. "Only do what I say. We don't want you to ruin eight pizzas single handedly." Fang taunted smirking. I glared at him and had an urge to stick my tongue out. Of course I didn't 'cause I'm trying to mature past these kinds of things. As for Fang, what made his accusations worse was that I probably could manage to destroy eight whole pizzas without any outside help.
"Start opening the cans of sauce." He said. Alright more like ordered but I'll ignore it… for now.
"Yes, oh great pizza guru." I agreed with false reverence.
Embarrassingly enough, I was out-smarted by that damn can opener right off the bat. "Ugh, Fang what am I doing wrong?" I complained and I swear I could hear his eyes rolling at my incompetence
Coming to my aid, he pressed his chest against my back and took hold of the tops of my hands. He guided me through the actions then returned to his job. In the short time it took to open one can, my cheeks flamed up uncomfortably at our position.
"Think you can handle the rest on your own?" Fang teased.
"Yes." I snapped back offended. Opening the remaining cans went without disaster and finished at the same time Fang completed the dough for the crust.
"Now what?" I chirped excitedly, getting into the pizza swing. I saw eight balls of dough ready to be squashed into flat circles.
"Well, since I don't think you can mess up flattening dough, help me with that." Forgetting about the whole trying to be the mature one, I stuck my tongue out like a five-year-old when I didn't think Fang was looking. We kneaded out the balls in mostly silence, occasionally giving the other a playful elbow or hip bump. Then Fang starts getting fancy with the food. I gaped at him as he threw it up in the air and expertly caught it, spun it, and then threw it again. How many hidden talents did this boy have, I wondered astonished?
Putting aside the completed pizza bottom, he smirked at my look of admiration I tried so hard to conceal. I started to open my mouth but Fang cut me off.
"No, you can not." He said bluntly, reading my mind like always. And I mean, come on, he's not even the mind reader here!
"Oh come on, it can't be that hard!" I persisted. "Just once." I pleaded. Sinking down to an unthinkable level, I have him a puppy dog pout face and grabbed his arm with my flour-whitened hands. For unknown reasons, I was acting very childish today. "Please?" I pushed. Did he really have that little faith in me?
"Fine. Once." He agreed reluctantly.
After showing me how to do it properly, Fang grudging let me go on my own. Although, he still was watching me like a hawk. (Ha, get it? Hawk, bird- oh never mind.) I started off carefully but then grew more confident and tossed it higher. Fang decided that I didn't need to be watch every second and returned to smoothing how the dough. Noticing how at ease he seemed to be just performing that simple task distracted me for a fraction of a second too long. The next thing we knew the circle I had been throwing up was now conveniently draped across Fang's head. Covering my mouth with my hands, I tried to unsuccessfully choke back the hysterical laughter bubbling up in my throat.
"Max," Fang started tensely. "I have pizza dough. On. My. Head." He growled. Lifting up a corner to reveal his face, I must say, it looked pissed.
Yeah, the thing about that…" I chuckled.
Slowly he pealed it off his head and set it down on the counter in too calm a fashion not to be worried. Nothing in his body language or face gave away what was coming next. The only thing I could decipher was a look in his eye that said 'this means war'.
Well crap.
An instant later, something cold and wet was splattered over my head and dripping down my back and shoulders. Oh, no he did not. Glaring up at his laughing face through a red pizza sauce haze proved he did. Revenge were the only thoughts running through me mind as I wiped away the sauce from around my eyes I stretched up to spread it off on his smug face.
"Oh, no." Fang protested backing up into the counter and holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"Oh, yes." I nodded. Revenge, sweet revenge.
While making a fake attempt to smear globs of tomato paste on his face, I surreptitiously reached back for the container of flour. He dodged the pizza sauce decoy, but didn't get out of the way of the flour being flung at his face. I cackled maniacally and had to use the edge of the stove for support so I wouldn't fall over. Fang doesn't show his emotions on his face as much as other people, but man, when he does I have only one word: priceless! The most comical look of rage, surprise and confusion was plastered on his now snowy white features. Everything from his shoulders up was coated in a fine flour dusting. None of Fang's jet black hair or olive toned skin shown through. The only color was his dark as night eyes about to pop out of their sockets.
Even now, gasping for breath I managed to pant, "You. Should. See. Your. Face!" Still laughing I regained enough air to crack another joke. "Sorry dude, but white is not your color!"
"Maximum Ride, you are beyond dead." Fang warned in a menacing voice. I was the one dead? Who was it that got pizza sauce deposited onto their head? Geesh, it was only a little flour, overreaction much?
"Ooh, scary. I'm quaking, really. I mocked but bolted towards the door anyway. Right before I burst through to freedom Fang grabbed me around the waist in an iron tight hold. He easily threw me over his shoulder and strode back into the kitchen.
"Fa-ang!" I shrieked. "Put me down!" I demanded, fiercely pounding on his back with the flat of my hand. I didn't use my fist or hit as hard as I could for fear of hurting him. I didn't want to be the one responsible for breaking Fang. He just snorted in a 'like that's going to happen' sort of way.
"Prepare to get wet in 5…" He informed.
"Fang, don't do it." I warned.
"4…"
"I will hurt you!"
"321!" He ended quickly, dropping me butt first into the sink full of dirty water and dishes. Ouch, I think I landed on a cheese grater.
"FANG!" I screamed. "You are going to pay for that." Leaping out of the sink I landed in a puddle and lost my footing. Right before I crashed to the floor Fang tried to catch me but just ended up falling on top of me instead. Wow, my hero.
Oh, he thinks he is so funny laughing like a maniac. All holding his sides and out of breath. Yeah, ha ha, so freaking hilarious I forgot to laugh.
"What is with you and getting me wet? First the water over the head and now this? You are seriously messed up!" I screeched pushing him off me and sitting on him.
I have finally just come to the conclusion that this boy loves to torture me. I am covered in liquid tomatoes from the waist up and dirty water from the waist down. Why was it that he gained so much satisfaction in making me seem like a total idiot? Maybe because its so easy, came a thought from the back corner of my mind. Oh great! You know you're in bad shape when even your own mind is against you.
Uh, hey conscience, aren't you supposed to be on my side here? A little confused or something?
"That's a really cute look Max." Fang snickered pulling me out of my conversation with myself. (Yeah, that doesn't sound crazy at all.) "Works for you." Blood rushed up to my face in embarrassment and fury.
"Like it so much then here, take some." I offered smearing it into his still dusty face and hair.
"No, Max stop it. No. Stop. Not fair." He objected, struggling to escape my red stained hands.
You know if someone were to walk in right now that could be awkward, for a couple reason. One, I'm sitting on Fang. Two, I am attacking him with what appears to be blood covered hands. I repeat, awkward.
"Max, were even, were even." Fang tried to tell me over and over again.
I paused momentarily to catch my breath and really looked at the two of us and our surroundings. Gazing around in wonder, Fang and I both busted up laughing at exactly the same second, which set us off harder. I fell off him and rolled to the ground next to him in hysterics.
Fang's laugh. I could never get tired of that sound. It was just so comforting and its been too long since I've heard it. He had been so withdrawn for months up until a few weeks ago, then he actually started to open up and living for real again. At least he did when it was just the two of us like this. For a while I was convinced it was depression, but it never got that bad. Then slowly he pulled out of it on his own.
"Okay, lets tally this up shall we?" I suggested while fighting off snorts of laughter. "I got water dumped on my head, pizza sauce poured on me, and dropped in a sink full of water. You got popcorn dumped on you, pizza crust draped over your head, flour flung in your face and then pizza sauce art on your face. We even?" I asked finally in control of my breathing.
"Okay." He sighed relaxing back onto the floor next to me. Then he mumbles something I didn't quite catch, but sounded suspiciously like "For now." Oh well. I'll just have to sleep with one eye open.
We lay there and talked about the giant Pizza Fiasco, as we were now referring to it, until the sound of the door swinging open caused us to spring to our feet, dare I say it, guiltily. Iggy was barely three steps before slipping in a blob of what I assumed was tomato sauce, which I dripped, and landed on his butt. Fang and I had yet another round of hysterics, but this time silently to avoid an Iggy confrontation, but it was useless.
"I can hear you two, now what did I slip in?" He demanded glaring at us with sightless eyes. Trust me, creepier than it sounds.
"Pizza sauce." We admitted simultaneously.
"Do I want to know how bad the rest of the kitchen is?" Shooting each other almost proud looks, we shrugged.
"Probably not." I decided.
"Alright, well do I know who is cleaning this up?" He asked. "Yup." Iggy replied answering his own question. "Get to work." He ordered stalking off.
Rolling our eyes at each other, I secretly wondered if I was that bossy.
"Hey Max." Fang called before I went to find a broom. Walking towards me he stopped only a pace in front of me. "You got a little something right here." Fang informed me wiping off some sauce at the corner of my mouth with his finger. Sticking it in his mouth, he sucked it off and grinned.
"Tasty."
Can you say awkward? I have a few possible choices on how I could react to this:
Smack him upside the head… tempting.
Glare demonically.
Blush wildly like some little girl.
Or
Smart-ass reply and pretend like it didn't happen. Like, he ate something off my face? What else is new?
If you guessed number four then ding ding ding, we have a winner.
"Okay, not that you've had your snack help me clean." I instructed.
Between Fang and this mess we made, this is going to be a long clean up job. Joy.