Sherbert Mint and Khaki Pants: Fang
I watch Max carefully. Her mouth is turned up is lazy, contented smile. The night was perfect! The moon was large and bright, only a sliver off of a full moon. The beach was calm, and beautiful. I sighed, and inevitably, ruined the moment by laughing.
"What's so funny!?" She asks.
"I was just thinking how you used to hate it when I kissed you. You'd fly away the moment the kiss ended." It was true! She honestly hated any contact, that wasn't kicking my butt, until Hawaii.
"No, I never hated it." I look up confused. Using my eyes I urge her to explain further.
"I hated how it made me feel, I only knew you as- as a brother. It was confusing. That's why I didn't fly away during the kiss. The happy feelings out-weighed the confusion. Now it's simpler. "That explains a lot. The whole flock sort of got in the habit of flying away from our problems. Because at the time, it made them go away.
"Simpler?" I ask.
"Duh! Engaged- remember? Or did you already forget?" She teases wriggling the ring on her finger. Relaxing back into the sand with a chuckle. What will our wedding be like I think? With Nudge on the case, it's sure to be unnecessarily extravagant. Wait a minute, Nudge doesn't even- Idea!
"Soooo- Max…" I start… Slowly inching just out of reach from her position.
"Yea?" She says not a hint of the wariness she should be showing.
"How ya going to break the news to the flock?" she gapes at me.
"ME!?" I nod and wait for her to regain her composure. A smirk slides on my face when it takes her a few moments longer then it should.
"Well…" She says, trying to maintain the illusion of suavity. "If Angel really did keep her mouth shut, either I say she can tell-"
"No." I cut in. If I had to work up the guts to propose, tougher-than-nails Maximum can say she engaged.
"Fine!" She says getting angry. "How about- He went to Jared's?" I laugh.
"Nudge would scold me for not going to Tiffany's" I watch her absentmindedly finger her ring as she laughs. With a sigh she accepts the inevitable.
"Shall we get this over with?"
"Sure!" This I was going to enjoy, because until this point I was the one who always had to say 'I love you' and tell Max how much I cared, she hardly ever said it back, because she was to.. Shy I suppose. We take a running start and launch into the air. I feel a smile slide onto my face as Max's smile slides into a frown. She contemplates how to tell the flock, or at least that's what I thought. For the first time, like EVER, I was way, way off. She flew into the window of our island house and said…
"YO! Guys! - She turns and smiles deviously? - Fang has something he wants to tell you." Disappointment rushes through me. Apparently, even when she freaking engaged she can't express her emotions. Until now, I didn't know how much I wanted to say exactly why she loved me. Also, I wouldn't object to her showing so excitement about HER WEDDING! I was being stupid and childish, but I flew out the window and away into the night. Hoping to force her into telling the flock herself.
"Be right back!" I hear her call. I try to blend into the sky, but the moon is too bright. She flies straight at me.
"FANG!" She yells. "I-I'm sorry. It was a joke… I didn't mean to offend you." Anger rushes through me.
"Am I the ONLY one who has to admit they are not an emotionless pillar of strength? Do you never have to share your feelings - I say sneering- Do you never have to say you love me?" I finish in a whisper. Her jaw drops, and I feel instantly ashamed.
"I'm so sorry Fang. It really was a joke…" She softly touches my cheek.
"You know I love you! I chose you Fang. Even though I was dripping in Mint-Chocolate-Sherbet and you were in khaki-she says with mock horror- I still love you, even more so in fact!" A slow blush rises in her face, and suddenly I felt very warm, not hot, just pleasantly warm.