Maximum Ride doesn't belong to me.
Chapter two
Maxpov
Last night was so nice. I never get any time to myself with Fang, and last night was the 1st time in long time that we were alone together. But in the back of my mind something was nagging me. What was he hiding? I was going to have to get it out of him sooner than later.
I detangled myself from Fang and hopped out of my oh-to-comfy bed. His black hair and ink colored feathers was knotted and messy, his feet were covered with mismatched socks, and his plaid pajama pants had stains on them. Yet he was the most handsome thing my eyes have ever looked at. Believe me; I have seen all of us look much worse. Much, much, worse.
As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, (still thinking about what Fang wouldn't tell me about), I noticed something outside through the window. Something with blond hair and a…white lab coat. I immediately ran to the open door and -wait! OPEN door? Why was the door open? I didn't think anyone was up yet…
Instead of running, I slowly crept out the door and into the yard. I saw the blond head again past the bushes. I've never seen blond hair that short before, except on…
"GAZZY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I guess I kinda woke up everyone too, but right now I was only concerned with a certain 9 year old blond haired demon, wearing a white jacket (oops!) and making some sort of bomb which for all I know, could blow up the whole freakin world.
"Crap!" he whispered, his back still turned to me. He whirled around to look at my probably steaming face. "Hi max."
"Hello child that will be grounded for life." I said icily. He cringed while I continued to glare daggers of steal at him. You see, I was so mad because 2 days ago I told him he and Iggy couldn't make bombs for a week because they blew up all my clothes. They only did this because they were mad at me for some reason and they knew Nudge and Angel would take me to the mall to get new ones. I HATE the mall. And shopping. And clothes. Actually I hate anything girly, I guess. So now you know why I had steam coming out of my ears.
"Oops. I think I hit a nerve. You know, I'm really tired, I think I'll go back to bed-"
I picked him up by his collar and dragged him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. "What the heck Gaz?" I asked him trying to stay relatively calm with him.
"I don't know." He mumbled. I didn't think that was fair of him to be like this because I was at least trying to not explode. And because he gave me a crappy answer, I, well, kind of blew up. But only a little bit.
"GAZZY JOHN RIDE, HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME? I TOLD YOU NO BOMBS FOR A WEEK AND YOU GO BEHIND MY BACK EARLY IN THE MORNING, WHEN I AM MY CRANKYEST, AND MAKE A BOMB! AND EVEN THAN, WHEN I TRY TO STAY CALM, YOU GIVE ME A SUCKY ANSWER? NO SIR! NOT TODAY, OH NOT TODAY!"
Ok, maybe I did freak out more than a little bit. But hey! I had an excuse! It was a MONDAY morning. MONDAY! ME! Put those together and you get this.
I heard everyone run down the stairs and the next thing I knew I was being whisked away by Fang and put on the chair on the patio of my Mom's porch.
"What the hell, Max?" he whispered. "Was that really needed? You woke up the kids!"
Yes it was, I thought to myself as I kept quiet. He sighed/groaned and took me by the arm and into the living right in front of 4 tired kids and on paralyzed little boy. I kinda felt bad now because he really did look freaked out. I took a deep breath and sat down next to him. His eyes widened and he scooted as far away from me as the leather couch allowed. I couldn't blame him.
"Gazzy…I…I'm s-s-sorry that I blew up on you." I stuttered out. I wasn't very good at apologizing if you hadn't already noticed.
Everyone, including Fang, blinked wand their jaws dropped. I glared at them and turned back to Gazzy. He had a little bit of color coming back to his face and he scooted a tiny bit closer to me.
"I'm sorry too Max. I shouldn't have gone behind your back like that." He boldly said.
"Alright I think we're all good here! And you people, go back to your non-soap opera lives." I told them.
I walked out of the living room, but not before ruffling the Gasman's hair, and back onto the patio. I sat down on the swinging chair-thing, and sighed. I hate apologizing, and that was even harder to do in front of the whole flock. Fang sat down next down to be, before I even noticed he came out here.
"That was…nice of you." He pondered.
"Shut up…you wanna fly?"
"Sure." He said and planted a kiss on my cheek.
Then we flew off just as the sun was rising.
Fangpov
Flying with Max was just as close to heaven as you could get. Well, except kissing her. But, yeah, like I'm gonna tell you about that.
But even though I was enjoying myself, I still couldn't stop thinking about Ter Bought. When will that day come? How soon was "soon"?
I didn't know right now that it really would be soon.
