A/N: Hell yes I'll continue it.

Disclaimer: Read the one in the first chapter, I'm lazy.

Claimer: First chapter! Geez!


Monotany- Ch. 2- What's Wrong, Max?

"Wow." I said, laying next to Fang on the hotel room bed.

"All I get is a 'wow'?" He said, smirking.

I laughed, pulling him closer for a kiss.

"Wow." he said.

"That's what I thought." I said, rolling away.

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back towards him, saying, "Whoa, there, who said you could get away with that?"

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my head. Then it got worse, so much worse that I thought my skull was going to burst, my brain along with it. I let out a cry, clutching my head.

"What's wrong, Max?" Fang said, holding me closer to him.

"Brain... attack..." I managed to whisper, before everything blacked out.

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I woke up, blinking, trying to adjust my eyes to the light.

"Max? Are you okay?" I heard, in a low, concerned voice.

I remembered where I was, what had just happened.

"Max?" Fang repeated, sheer concern showing in his voice.

I realized that I hadn't replied.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I whispered.

I glanced at the clock.

"Holy shit, Fang! It's friggin' eight in the morning!" I said, utter hysteria entering my own voice.

He KNOWS that I HATE sleeping in!

Answering my thoughts, he said, "It's not like I could wake you up when you were out cold!"

I sprang up in the bed.

"Fang, where is the flock? Surely they're up by now," I clutched the sheets tightly over my body, "Do they know...?"

"They're up, Iggy took them to breakfast. I told him that you were sleeping in. He believed it, and took them down for breakfast. I don't think Angel knows or suspects anything. So, most likely, they don't." he said, completely calm.

"Oh, thank God." I said, relaxing back onto the bed.

He smiled.

"I'm gonna get us some breakfast." He said, leaving the room.

I sighed.

I grabbed my backpack, and took out my spare clothes.

Into the showers. Whee.

As usual, like nothing ever happened between me and Fang.

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"Food!" Fang called from the room.

I pulled my hair back, checked my clothes in the mirror, then went out of the attached bathroom.

We dug in to the food, mostly bagels and little packets of cereal. A lot for two teenagers to eat, right? Wrong.

I finished off my last bit of bagel, leaning back in my chair.

"Fang." I said, looking him straight in the eyes.

That was all I needed to say, just to start a whole debate.

What was best for the flock, what was best for us, how we really felt.

What surprised me was that Fang was actually discussing.


A/N: This is kind of a filler.

Yes, this will continue. It's NOT a oneshot. It might actually take off as a whole story.

I love it. The first story that I fell in love with.

I may actually marry it.

Trajet D'ete, do you take Bored in a Hotel Room to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, through sickness and health, 'til death do you part?

I do.

LOL.

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