A/N: Aloha peeps here is the usual quote from some TV show, who can guess and get it right? Let's find out!
"How does someone lose fifty times to Heads vs. Tails?" -Joey
"Well what were the rules?"- Ross
"Heads she wins, tails I lose… Wait a minute…" –Joey
I'm pretty sure I got some of that wrong, but I don't really care at the moment! They shall be getting harder as we go, so if you're like 'Psh! This is too easy!" then you better eat your words! Disclaimer: I no own Maximum Ride, I is sad at this statement. Enjoy!
-BlackSkinnyJeans101
Two
"Ah, it seems the couple has decided to join us after all," our teacher, Mr. Berk, snaps as Fang and I walk into his classroom looking like the perfect couple. But we aren't the perfect couple. We fight, we yell, we ignore each other sometimes, but we have never broken up even for a short amount of time. I roll my eyes and break away from Fang to sit down beside Nudge at my seat; Fang sits on the stool across the aisle from my own.
I look at Mr. Berk and reply easily, "You may continue." Half the class snickers as the old man spins on his heel and continues to write instructions on the board. Fang looks over at me, winks, and then turns his head to talk to his best guy friend, Iggy on his other side.
"Still in love with my brother, huh?" Nudge asks sarcastically but happily from the stool beside mine and I look over at her with a smile. Her brown hair was scraped into a ponytail, her doe brown eyes were glued to her notebook as she writes down whatever's on the board up front, and her mocha-skin looked as clean as ever.
When Nudge was a baby, she was placed in an adoption center and she lived there until she was seven-years-old. That's when Fang's parents, no longer able to have another child after a severe accident, came to find another child. They instantly loved Nudge and decided to take her home to eight-year-old Fang; he's been protective of her ever since. At times I had to fight with Fang about Nudge going out on dates with guys alone; I usually won after pretending to cry. He was always a big softy when it came to girls crying; he just couldn't stand to see them cry for some reason. Last month Fang turned eighteen and in two months I will turn eighteen, as well; Kate, Nudge, Star, and JJ are all seventeen.
Under my breath I reply, "Maybe," and see her grin as I write down some notes and just move through the motions of the class. We did notes and Fang and I were passing notes all during the class period with the occasional shared look. Nudge got annoyed at one point and ripped the ninth piece of paper we were using in half; Fang watched her, bemused.
We did some experiment where Iggy ended up blowing up a pencil with some glue, a paperclip, and some ink cartage. This made some papers on Mr. Berks desk catch fire since Iggy purposefully put it on his desk when he went up to get some more paper. The whole class, minus Fang, laughed loudly while Fang just smirked and shook his head slightly; my heart seriously fluttered. Other than that, and a show of watching Iggy stomp out of the classroom to the office and then come back five minutes later, making Mr. Berks angry about him not getting a larger punishment, the class was the same as always. Boring.
But my thoughts were set solely on the date Fang promised me tonight when we were talking the night before. Every night he'll call me around eleven and tell me goodnight and that he loves me, and I reply, which ends up in us talking. When he offered to take me on a date for the first time in two weeks I hurriedly agreed even if I would have to sneak out of the house just to go. Even though he lives right across the street, he's not allowed to come to my house to pick me up for school anymore. It was a onetime deal when he accidently ran a red-light and we were taken to the town jail, but I didn't really care. I was with Fang and that was all that mattered.
After class, I peck Fang on the lips before spinning on my heel and going to Math with JJ and Star on each side of me. Both were rambling about something but I was barely listening until we entered our classroom and went to our assigned seats. "Maxie-kins!" a voice calls as Iggy steps into the classroom and plops down in the seat behind mine like always. "You have once again slayed my dragon of a best friend, and I thank you!" he exclaims even if I'm only a few inches away.
I turn in my seat and reply, "Did he get into another fight with his dad?" and Iggy nods solemnly; I bite down on my bottom lip. "I'll talk to him later," I assure Iggy and he nods again as a wide smile spreads over his face again.
"You two are in lllooovvveee and it's annoying but adorable!" he calls and I wonder where our teacher is at a time like this. Other students were looking over at us strangely, but they turn away again when the two of us team up to glare at them. Iggy isn't very intimidating alone but with Fang and me as his best friend's, he can be pretty scary when he glares at you. Today his strawberry-blonde hair was spiked up, his crystal blue eyes were glittering like always, and he was still unnaturally pale since he doesn't like fake tans and he hates cold weather.
When I was seven and Fang was eight, eight-year-old Iggy Griffiths moved to town and made a huge deal of annoying Fang. After only a week the two were inseparable and he was soon added to the growing flock as he befriended all of us. He and I are like brother-sister close and he told me everything and gossiped about anything with me at the most random times. We had our sleepovers after I convinced my mom he was gay and he was allowed in my room but we have to sleep in different rooms during our sleepovers. We've been friends ever since and I knew I could talk to him about anything; he was the best brother anyone could have.
Class starts after a few minutes with me chatting with Iggy about the weekend and how he plans on asking Ella out. The two of them have had crushes on each other for a year, but Ella's too stubborn to admit she likes him to his face. So we always go through lunches together with the two of them staring at each other making goo-goo eyes. I only did that during the honeymoon stage of my relationship with Fang and now it was more of a hold hands under the table thing. Or sometimes he'll purposely run his hand up and down my thigh and smirk when he knows shivers are running down my spine from his touch.
When lunch finally comes I find Fang waiting outside of my classroom, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Girls were swooning at him on all sides and I was glaring but then giving them triumphant looks when I press myself against him. They huff away and I finally turn to look him in his eyes; he was raising his eyebrows and watching the girls stalking away with pissed expressions. "Was someone jealous, Beautiful?" he asks and brushes some hair from in front of my eyes; I smile slightly.
Even as a 'bad boy', Fang never called me 'sexy' or 'hot'; it was always 'gorgeous' or 'beautiful' and a couple of times 'love'. It was adorable because he lived in England for the first four or five years of his life so there was this British tone to his voice and sometimes he would talk British-like. He would make a show of calling me Love and brushing hair behind my ear when we were in front of a group of guys that were staring at me. "Was someone cocky, Darling?" I mock and he grins at me before leaning in for a kiss; he just barely brushed his lips against mine.
"Maybe," he murmurs and we start walking towards the cafeteria where the rest of our group is waiting for us.
I ask as we walk slowly through the halls, "Where are you taking me tonight?" and he smirks.
"We're going to the park," he answers shortly and removes his hand from mine to wrap an arm around my shoulders. He pulls me into his side and I slip my hand into his back jeans pocket like I've done since I saw some movie. There's no surprise on his face as we walk down the halls with his arm over my shoulders and my hand in his back pocket. Ever since I turned five, Fang was suddenly taller than me and now the top of my head reaches about three inches past his shoulder.
"And what are we doing at the park?" I ask after a moment of us calmly walking past the on-looking students.
He replies, "Stuff," and I glare up at him playfully until he pushes through the doors of the cafeteria and eyes turn on us. Fang kisses the top of my head before breaking off from my side to get his lunch while I go over to our group table and pull out my lunch.
Nudge, Iggy, Ratchet, Kate, Star, Gazzy, Ella, Angel, Ari, a guy most-likely Holden, JJ, and Sam are all around the table. Once Fang joins us we'll be the flock, not necessarily popular but known, which is better than being popular in my book. I sit down beside Star and set all my lunch out around me on the top of the table; Fang sat down beside me. "So," Gazzy starts, "this is Holden?" he asks and looks at the guy sitting beside him in a very awkward manner.
"ZOMG! Hi, I'm Nudge! This is Max, Fang, Kate, Gazzy, Star, Ari, Angel, JJ, Sam, Iggy, Ratchet, and Ella! Welcome to the flock! As soon as you're officially with Kate, you'll be one of us! Well as long as Fang and Max agree! We all had this like silent conversation when we nominated Fang as the leader of this table and everything! SO, how old are you?! I bet you're eighteen, right?! Anyways, I mphg," Nudge was cut off by Iggy's hand slapping over her mouth.
"NUDGE MY EARS ARE BLEEDING!" Iggy yells and everyone in the cafeteria looks over at us; I look down with a slight smile. The top of Iggy's ears turned red while Nudge was staring down at the hand covering her mouth; she licked his hand. He yelped and tore his hand away; Ella was steaming beside the two and I wondered what got her into a twist.
JJ rolled her eyes and turned to me, "So what are you and Fang going to do tonight?" she asks with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
"We're going to the park," Fang says and his fingers trail up and down my thigh on my jeans; my cheeks are tinted pink. "For a romantic evening," he says evenly and JJ grins brightly and I knew she had a plan brewing her head.
She says slowly, "Max, we'll be coming over around five forty-five to get you ready," and then turns to talk to Nudge before I can object. I groan and drop my head onto Fang's shoulder as he chuckles silently making my head move on his shaking shoulder.
"Shut up," I mutter and slap him playfully in the chest; he grunts at the hit and I wonder how hard I actually hit him. I turn to Kate and start telling her about what my mom did this morning; she listened and laughed when I tried the impression of my mom. "And then Ella came into the room and that just barely made me want to slap Mom less, but I really felt like it."
Kate rolls her eyes and replies, "You know your mom would send you to boarding school if you so much as touch her." I nod solemnly and I feel Fang's arm around my waist tighten as he listens in on our conversation; I run my fingers up and down the arm around my waist. Goosebumps line the arm and I smirk but continue to talk to Kate as I make my boyfriend more nervous with every stroke.
A few months ago I was talking to Fang in his bedroom about what I wanted to do with my life in a few years or whatever. It was already decided that Fang and I would go to the same college no matter where it is; he told me he never wanted me out of his sight. I thought that was the sweetest thing to say so I kissed him as hard but sweetly as I could at that moment. Our shirts were off and I was going for his jeans when he stopped me and told me he actually wanted to wait for us to do that.
I was stunned to say the least and then embarrassed until he kissed me some more and I just fell asleep with him. Ever since then I do everything I can to make him look nervous instead of me and it usually works like that now for an example. His other hand is suddenly pressed against my lower back and his finger is making patters on the exposed skin between my jeans and my shirt. It takes everything I have to keep most of my attention of Kate as she talks to me about some new boots at the mall or something.
"So do you want to go?" Star asks suddenly as Fangs cool fingers slipped down past the waistband of my jeans. I yelp and yank his hand back by his wrist; he smirks while the rest of the table looks confused and amused by my reaction.
He asks, "What's wrong Maxie?" and grins while I glare daggers at him.
"Fang, are you ready for the race this weekend?" Ratchet, Star's boyfriend, asks after a few moments of silence.
After a second Fang turns away from me to look at him, "Yeah as long as my lucky charm is there to cheer me on." He replies and shoots me a look from the corner of his eye; his hand twines with mine under the table.
"I heard Dylan Riley's competing," Angel comments and brushes some blonde hair behind her ear and her baby blue eyes looked down. "And you know how he gets," she mutters under her breath and we all nod around the table; I squeeze Fang's hand.
"Maybe you shouldn't race against him again," Nudge says quietly, "Last time you got really hurt and we don't want that to happen again. I mean your whole car flipped over and you were in a coma for days and now you have that scar on your back. Max was like crying," she rambles and then shuts up when she sees my glare.
I abruptly stand and leave the cafeteria hurriedly, trying to get the image of Fang bruised and bloodied out of my head. One of the times I didn't make a race, Fang's car was hit and he went rolling across the grass area in the middle of the track. Everyone was screaming as he rolls and most of the other racers screech to a stop, other than Dylan Riley. The blonde-haired wonder kept going until he passed the finish line, but no one cheered as he was handed his trophy. I was watching this on TV until the crash and I ran all the way to the hospital where Fang was in critical treatment.
That was one of the first times I broke down in tears and just sobbed while Fang was in a deep coma with broken bones. He was hurt terribly and when the TV's showed it was Dylan that hit him dead-on, I went out for revenge. By the time Fang woke up, Dylan was the one in critical treatment and I was the one being bailed out of jail by my dad. I was the first one to find Fang awake in his hospital bed, looking like he went through a shredder then into a shark tank. For half an hour, Fang let me cry into his shoulder and he brushed his fingers through my hair while I let it all out.
After that the flock knew I hated anyone bringing it up even if it was just a slip of the tongue or whatever. Now I let myself into the janitor's closet where I usually go when I just want to be alone for a little while. I climb up on the top shelf in the closet and lay down with my head resting on my bag while I just think. A few moments later after daydreaming of the date tonight I drifted off and fell asleep on the shelf.
"Max," a soft voice floats to my ears and a hand starts to lightly shake my shoulder but I refuse to open my eyes. "Come on, Gorgeous, school's over and your mom is going to freak," the voice talks again and fingers run through my blonde hair. The voice gets an annoyed edge to it, "If you don't get down, I'm going to pull you down," the voice warns but I only mutter something under my breath. I think I said Fang but I was so out of it that I didn't really care.
Suddenly, my arm was being jerked and I was falling with my eyes flying open at the same time two sturdy arms caught me. My eyes locked with Fang's as I said tiredly, "Drive me home," and snuggled into his chest, still wiped out. His chest shook as he chuckled silently and he shifted me so he was carrying me bridal-style.
"Fine, but you have to walk up your driveway," he agrees and I reach up my arms to wrap them around his neck. He sighs, "You're lucky I love you," and I laugh quietly as he starts to walk down the empty hallways in his usual strides. A few minutes later there's muffled conversation and then I'm being placed on familiar black leather seats. "Nudge is taking your sister home," Fang tells me halfway to my house after I've woken up enough to study my eyes on him.
I ask worriedly, "What about my car?"
"Don't worry, Ratchet and Star are taking it to your house; they're a few miles ahead of us," he replies and turns into the forest path leading back to my neighborhood.
A song comes on the radio and I whine to Fang, "Sing for me."
"No," he replies instantly.
"Please?" my eyes go wide and he makes the mistake of glancing over at me and my fake unshed tears; he sighs.
"Fine, but only for you," he agrees grumpily and starts to softly sing along to the radio in that lulling voice he has. [A/N: LOVE THIS SONG! Shadows and Regrets By: Yellowcard]
"I'm back, back in town
And everything has changed
I feel, feel let down
The faces stay the same
I see, see shadows
Of who we used to be
When I drive, drive so slow
Through this memory
When we were only kids
And we were best of friends
And we hoped for the best
And let go of the rest
I heard, heard myself
Say things I take back
If I could, could retell
And make these stories last
I see, see shadows
Of who we'll always be
When I drive, drive these roads
That made our memories
When we were only kids
And we were best of friends
And we hoped for the best
And let go of the rest
With shadows and regrets
We let go of the rest
Everything has changed
The faces stayed the same
Everything has changed
The faces stayed the same
And we were only kids
And time couldn't end
And how tall did we stand
With the world in my hands
And we were only kids
And we were best of friends
And we hoped for the best
And let go of the rest
The shadows and regrets
We let go of the rest
The shadows and regrets
We let go of the rest
The song ends and I grin as I lean over and kiss his cheek lightly, "I love you, Fang," I whisper into his ear causing him to shiver. My grin fades as he pulls the car up in front of the gates leading into my house only to see someone all-too familiar standing inside of them.
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A/N: Yesterday's quote was from: Family Guy. SOOOO congrats to: justcallmejoey! YOU ROCK! MKAY! HOPE YOU ENJOYED!