AN: Hola! What's up? *Silence* …. Really? Oh my gosh! That's just darn interesting! Ok, here's the next chapter! I hope that you didn't end up crying, AngelzRule33, 'cause that would make me real sad. ;)
……………………………………….Max's POV………………………………………
"Hey," Fang said casually as he sat down next to me.
I swear, I jumped like twenty feet in the air. "Jesus, Fang!" I hissed. "Give a girl some warning before you pull that ninja crap on them!" I punched his arm and put a hand on my heart, which was racing. It really scared me that he could move that silently, even when it was dead quiet and I had been keeping a watchful eye on the flock.
We had had dinner (if that's what you can call a bag of beef jerky and a thing of Doritos) a few of hours ago. We were all pretty beat, so we hit the hay early. I had taken first watch.
Fang chuckled deeply, drawing me back to reality. "But where's the fun in that?"
I rolled my eyes.
We were covered in a comfortable silence. I was the first to break it.
"You should be sleeping."
He stiffened. "Can't."
Hmm. "Why?"
"Just 'cause."
"'Cause why?"
He shrugged.
I sighed and rubbed my temples in frustration. "You are so confusing."
He smirked in that way that always made my stomach twist. I wondered what he was thinking…
"What are you thinking?" he asked abruptly. I blushed, not believing that we had been thinking the same thing. (Huh. We were both thinking about wanting to know what the other one of us was thinking. Sort of ironic, isn't it?)
He saw my blush, and his jaw set. "Oh."
I sat upright. What did he mean by that? "Oh, what?"
He looked away, but not before I saw something spark in his eyes. "You were thinking about him."
Who was "him"? Iggy? Gazzy? Jeb? …Barney? Be more specific, Fang. Time to use your big boy words.
"Him who?" I asked pursing my lips. I looked deep into his eyes, truly curious.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Sam."
I blushed deeper, different feelings fluttering all over me: embarrassment, curiosity, wonder, amusement. In my stupor, I forgot to deny him.
He looked away again, this time his eyes showing hurt before going cold.
Silence overcame us again, but this time it was just plain awkward. (Is it just me, or is "awkward" just an awkward word? Hmmm… I think it's pretty cool that I can be in the middle of a really awkward situation while pondering other things including the word awkward…)
"So what's next?" Fang asked, trying to break the ice. He wasn't very good at choosing an easy subject, though. I guess he's just a really straight-to-the-point kind of guy.
I took a breath and blew it out slowly, buying me some time. "Well, uhhh, I'm not sure, but I really don't want to think about it right now." And it was true. I had no idea where we should go, or what we should do.
He nodded. "Well… I'm off to bed." He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he changed his mind. He stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets, and slunk back to his place next to the fire.
"Good-night," I mumbled, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. Fang could be a butt sometimes.
I leaned my head back against the tree and looked up at the stars. Is it possible for someone who isn't usually emotional to self-destruct from overload of emotion? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that I am getting dangerously close to it.
What was I going to do? I'm the leader, I should know. I should always have a plan! Why can't I decide on something? Why can't I convince myself that we need to leave? What was holding me back? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to not think about it. I'll worry about it tomorrow. Wow, I was starting to sound like Scarlett O'hara. (You know, the chick from Gone With the Wind? "Oh, Rhett! My dear! Where can he be? What'll I do? What'll I do? …But I mustn't worry. I'll worry about it tomorrow." Yeah, she was annoying.)
I noticed Iggy sitting up.
"Hey, Iggy," I whispered to him.
He yawned and came over to sit next to me. "Alright, you can sleep now. First shift is over."
I blinked. "But it's only been, like, an hour!"
He raised a blonde brow. "Really? Then my watch must be wrong. I thought I set it to wake me up at 2:00 A.M." He held out his wrist to me.
I peered down at the fancy digital watch that Iggy's parents had gotten him. I pressed a button on the side and the screen illuminated Iggy's face in a pale blue. "Huh," I mused. "It's 2:02. I guess I just… zoned out." The light went out, and I had to blink away the light spots that were swimming in my vision in the shape of a Iggy's watch face.
Iggy grinned. "Oh? And what were you thinking about, Max?" He looked so freaking mischievous, he almost convinced me that I was thinking about something that I shouldn't have been.
"Oh, eww, Iggy."
He snickered.
"I'm rolling my eyes, Iggy."
"Aren't you always…" he muttered mostly to himself as I crawled back to the sleeping area.
I took off my sweater and rolled it into a ball. I stuck it under my head and was instantly asleep.
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Ok, so this was kind of a filler chapter (and it's short...), but I felt that it was necessary. I mean, who doesn't want a little bit of jealous Fang? (I think it's hot…) Okay, so review and tell me the following things—
Do YOU like jealous Fang?
When the flock goes back to school, who should they stay with?
Niggy? (Iggy + Nudge)
And… you know, what you thought about the chapter…
Yup, so I'm gonna leave you to it. *scratches her head and stumbles away awkwardly*
