A/N: I'm not going to ramble and bore you so I shall go ahead and do the disclaimer and quote then I'll let you read. Mkay? Mkay.
"Back to you Evan Backstabber… Oops I mean Bastard… Bax-ter…"- Bruce
Hehe, well there you go! I no own Maximum Ride! P.S. This chapter contains scenes of sex but none of it is too graphic! You have been warned! Yay! Okay here you go!
-BlackSkinnyJeans101
Four
"Hurry, Miss," Macy hushes and rushes me down the stairs and past the library where Maya was studying some textbook. Then we blow by the dining room where my mom is talking on the phone with pamphlets and papers were spread out in front of her. Ever since I started dating Fang, Macy has been my cover-up and she always helped me sneak out when I needed her. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun, leaving her insanely bright brown eyes in full view.
Ella whisper hurriedly, "This is so exciting!" since she always dated guys that Mom approved of but Dad didn't. She never had to sneak out before and she's such a goody-goody that she wouldn't even think about trying.
Nudge, Ella, Kate, and Star were my back-up in case Maya decides to come into the hall for some odd reason. They were watching my back and sides to make sure; I nervously wiped my hands down on the revealing skirt. Kate rolls her eyes and hushes Ella, "Be quiet before your bitch of a sister hears you!" a small laugh escapes me. We were maybe three doors away from my escape; I tug my jacket tighter around me; it was freezing out and I was wearing a mini-skirt, how logical is that? Don't answer that.
"Have a nice time," Macy whispers as we finally reach the front door and I step out into the cool night where my dad was waiting. He looks me up and down with two raised eyebrows before wrapping an arm over my shoulders and starting to walk with me down the driveway towards Fang's black jeep sitting outside our wrought-iron gates.
Dad starts, "Now, Maximum, I know you're seventeen and almost eighteen so I realize you have cravings for sex because of your hormones. Don't try to argue, believe it or not I used to be eighteen and Fang is what you girls would consider a looker. So tonight if you suddenly feel like "getting it on" just use protection and your mother will most likely put you on the pill soon." We're at the gates now and he's talking loud enough for half the garden workers that are out late tonight can hear our conversation.
I hug my dad and say in his ear, "We aren't going to be doing anything, but I promise you we'll be safe, okay?" He nods as the gates creek open and I walk through them just as Fang looks up and gets out of his car to greet me. Tonight he decided to wear his best dark wash jeans, favorite black combat boots, dark blue t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His hair looked like he ran a comb through it and then messed it up again when he thought it didn't look right. I smile at him and self-consciously tug on the hem of my skirt.
"Hey, Beautiful," Fang says softly and smiles at me before turning to my dad and giving him a handshake even if they were in an odd way friends. "Sir, I wanted to let you know that I will be coming over Thursday for the game," he comments and Dad grins. Then he waves us off and, as soon as we're out of my neighborhood, Fang pulls over to the side of the road and looks at me. "You look amazing, Max, but you'd look amazing in anything so I'm not surprised," he comments and I laugh before pecking him on the lips.
I murmur against his warm lips, "Thank-you," and then pull away so he can pull back on the road and start driving again. "So what's the plan for tonight?"
"Well, if it's okay with you, I was going to take us to my neighborhood park for a picnic by the pond and then to my house for a movie marathon on TV. My folks went to visit my grandmother for the week, and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with being alone in my house." He glances over at me, telling me it was my choice.
"Sounds perfect," I decide with a smile and Fang grins and keeps his eyes locked on the road with one hand resting on my bare knee. This was going to be one of the best nights of my life, I could tell because it was only Fang and I; I was with the boy I love for the night.
When Fang pulls up into the grass outside a dark, chilly park, we get out of his car and I watch him walk around to the trunk. He pulls out a picnic basket and I pull the red and black picnic blanket out from the backseat of his jeep along with a red and white blanket. His hand finds mine as we walk into the woods away from the play-set and towards the sparkling pond in the middle of the woods. No one has ever known there was a pond in the woods until Fang and I found it when we were kids and he wanted to go exploring. You can tell no one's found it yet because of the lack of trash, the rippling water of fish and the occasional duck, and just the serenity of it all.
"Amazing, as always," I say softly and Fang nods in agreement; he breaks off from my side to set up the food and whatever he brought. He lays out the blanket and I notice how strangely warm it's gotten; I slide off my jacket and sit down on the blanket.
Fang says right next to my ear, "I have a surprise for you," and then he kisses my neck once before pulling away. Suddenly there's a massive platter of chocolate chip cookies sitting on the blanket in front of me; I start to squeal. Even though I've never met Fang's mom before, I know she cooks the best cookies I have ever tasted in my entire life, and I've tried a lot of cookies.
"I love you!" I squeal and shove a cookie or two into my mouth; Fang's chuckling as I flop back on the blanket with my head in his lap. "You're amazing," I say quietly and he leans down to peck my lips before shoving me away and off of his lap. "And I don't mean just because you brought me cookies, but every other way too," I say with a smile, my head now on the blanket.
"Whatever, Cookie Monster," Fang teases.
"How's Total?" I ask, referring to the dog we bought together four months into our relationship; we decided he would stay with Fang since my mom was deathly allergic to them. The little Scottish Terrier was the cutest little dog you would ever see or meet along with the little t-shirts I bought him when we first picked him out from the pet shelter downtown.
Fang smiles, "He had some fun with the dog, Akila, next door last week. She is now pregnant and the neighbors claim they will all be mine," and I stare at him.
"When were you going to tell me this, Fang?! Now we have to take care of up to five other dogs!" I exclaim and he chuckles at my expression.
"Tonight," he answers with a shrug only Fang could pull off while laying down, "Did your mom see you leaving the house? Or did that Max-wanna-be see you?" he was talking so coldly of Maya that even I couldn't believe it; I watch him for a moment.
I lay my head on his chest and curve one leg around his own, "It's okay, Fang, she'll be gone in a few months and it'll be only us again." He hated Maya because she would always catch me sneaking out or him sneaking in and then she'd go snitch to Mom. This was when we were all younger and Fang was coming over while I was grounded or while he was banned from the house after one of his cleaver pranks he came up with.
"Max, that's a few months I can't sneak into your room without difficulties, and a few months I won't be able to see you as much as I usually do." He wraps and arm around my waist and pulls me tighter against him, "That's Hell on earth for me, Max," he murmurs.
I sigh, "It'll all be okay, I can just come to you through my balcony or whatever. I won't let her and her stupid on-off boyfriend get between us again," and he presses his lips against the top of my head. We sound like one of those lovey-dovey couples that are always in the honeymoon stage, but, like I said before, we aren't the perfect couple.
"How do you always know what to say?" he asks and rubs between my shoulder blades causing me to sigh contentedly.
"I don't, I just know you enough to know what you need to hear," I reply quietly and press my hand flat against his chest. His fingers were now drawing patterns on the exposed skin of my thighs; a shiver runs through me and Fang chuckles into my hair. "Don't do that," I scold mildly.
"And if I don't?" he asks challengingly; I grin into his t-shirt.
I prop up on my elbow so I'm hovering over him and place my finger lightly on his chest, "Or I'll start doing this." My finger starts to draw patterns and, thinking this would be relaxing, Fang closed his eyes and rests with his arms folded behind his head. Then I slowly move to drawing patterns while moving downwards towards his jeans; I could see Fang was fighting to stay in control until he grabs my hand from moving right onto the edge of his jeans.
"Don't, Max," he warns in a low voice and I laugh at his facial expression; he softens but then sits up and starts unpacking stuff from the basket. "Okay, okay, let's just eat," Fang says grudgingly and places covered dishes all over the blanket space between us.
We talk as we eat the pie, cookies, turkey gravy, mash potatoes, mac and cheese, and green beans Fang so kindly brought. The food is wiped out in a few minutes and we lay together on the blanket, our hands intertwined and our eyes to the sky. "Why won't you let me meet your parents?" I blurt out and slap my free hand over my mouth while Fang's eyes close and he breathes a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that," I say hurriedly while I sit up and take my hand from his to rub at my temples.
"I know you didn't," Fang says quietly, "but you were thinking it and that's fine," but his shut eyes and tight jaw tell another story. Trying to get him to relax, I lean down on my elbow so I'm propped up beside him and I trace his jaw with my finger. He slowly but surely relaxes at my touch and I kiss him lightly then I pull away and lay down on the blanket again. "You ready to go?" Fang asks, ignoring my earlier question with the slyness of a panther; a very hot panther, that is.
We leave the park to drive to a neighborhood a few blocks from my own and Fang pulls up in front of a regular house. The white walls, blue roof, clear windows, and fireplace chimney looked inviting while my house looked like it was going to eat you. No matter how long I knew Fang, I'd only been in his house a few times when I was hiding from my mom or Maya. Fang gets out of the car and I follow him up the stairs and into the house with a smile on my face and my hand in his. He unlocks the door and we walk into a dark house with only a lamp in the living room as our light source for the moment.
"I'll be right back," he says and then he lets go of my hand; I watch him disappear into the kitchen and I stride into the living room. For all of the times I was in this house, I was able to map out where each room was; they got rid of the house across from mine when they realized Fang's mom had a miscarriage and they'd no longer need room for a baby.
In the living room there was a five-person brown leather couch sitting across from the flat screen television hanging on the front wall. Then there is a plush loveseat on each side of the long couch and two recliners in the corners between the couches. A glass coffee table sat in the middle of it all and a black with white polka dot rug was underneath all of it. It was modern everyday living room, but at the moment it seemed homey and welcoming; I drop my jacket on one of the couches. I switch on the TV to the channel Fang said the marathon was on then sat down to take off my annoyed heeled boots.
I plop down on the longest couch just as the smell of fresh popcorn wafted into the living room to reach my nose. "FANG COME ON!" I whine and hear him drop something at the sudden sound; I laugh as he mutters curses into the air.
"Coming, Maxie!" he calls back suddenly and I glare daggers at the living room door, willing them to make him flinch or something. "Glaring at a door isn't going to do anything!" he yells suddenly and he snickers as I drop my glare to look at the TV. The first movie of the Star Wars series was coming on and I knew I would be here all night and a part of the morning. I reach into my skirt to pull out my cell phone and press the number two then the green button to call my dad.
"Dad, we're going to watch the Star Wars series, so I'll be here all night," I say into the phone and hear him suck in his breath like he always does when he was thinking.
He replies, "Alright, I'll cover for you, but I better not have a pregnant daughter in a couple of weeks," and he snickers.
"DAD!" I exclaim as my cheeks go red, "Don't talk like that! I'll be home by three tomorrow at the latest," I rub at my temple with my free hand before saying goodnight and hanging up my phone. Fang choses that time to walk into the living room with a large bowl and two glass bottles of root beer; he sits down next to me and puts everything on the coffee table.
"Do I want to know?" Fang asks with one perfect eyebrow raised; I smile and push some black hair from in front of his right eye.
"No, probably not," I answer and settle into his side as he wraps his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. The first movie starts and I watch intently during all the battle scenes and then lay my head on Fang's shoulder during all of the boring parts. All the while he rubs between my shoulder blades and sets the occasional kiss on my forehead or my lips.
When a romantic part comes on during one of the movies, I turn to Fang and kiss him; he eagerly kisses me back. Our lips move in sync and his arms move around my waist slowly; I push against his lips and angle my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips slyly into my mouth and requests battle, which I give into until he takes dominance but I'm too busy to care. The kiss is passionate and sweet but the greediness is evident in our touches and the way we hold our bodies together. When my hands start to climb up under his shirt, he doesn't stop me and instead picks me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
Fang says between kisses, "If we don't stop now, we won't be able to," and I kiss his lips again.
"I know," I whisper and he slams his lips back onto mine hard enough to send my head into a foggy abyss; he starts to walk slowly towards the hall. His bedroom was the first door on the left, and he pushes open the dark wood before using his heel to slam it shut behind him. Soon his shirt is discarded on the floor along with my own and he's laying me down on his incredibly soft bed.
He doesn't say anything as he removes my bra and I hold my breath as he takes the sight of me in then he whispers, "Amazing, like always," and kisses me again. Those pesky jeans of his were thrown across the room along with my stupid mini-skirt and I flip us so I'm lying on his chest.
When the last of our clothing is thrown to the other side of the room and Fang turns away from me for a second, I wonder if what I'm doing feels right. I'm almost eighteen and Fang is eighteen, yes, but I couldn't help but wonder how my dad could guess this would happen. Then those warm lips attack mine again and I knew this was going to come and I was ready for it all along. And then when it does happen, Fang whispers sweet nothings in my ear and brushes my hair behind my ear. Later on, Fang collapses down on the bed beside me and quietly hums a lullaby beside my ear while I struggle to keep my breathing even again.
"I love you," Fang whispers in my ear as I start to drift off; he pecks my lips in a soft goodnight kiss and I smile.
"I love you, too," I murmur then cuddle into his side to peacefully fall asleep wrapped in his arms with my bare body covered with the comforter thrown over his sheets.
Morning light shines through the blinds and attacks my eyes, which flutter open without any other choice unless I want to try and sleep with my eyes burning. I look down as I realize something is holding me in place against something warmer than just my blankets and pillows. An olive-toned arm is holding me in place and I noticed in shock that I was naked under some blankets as was the man sleeping beside me. Then last night's event coming rushing back at me and I smile as I realize what I did and how amazing I felt afterwards.
Without waking Fang, I throw off the covers on my body and remove Fang's arm before grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it on over my head. My clothes were everywhere and I wasn't about to go around looking for my bra and panties at the moment. I went into the kitchen and made some toast and eggs; I covered the extras and left them on the table after I was finished my own. Fang still wasn't awake, so I collapsed on the couch in the living room and turned on the early showings of Spongebob when a pair of lips pressed into the side of my neck.
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OOOOOHHHHHHHH MAX AND FANG DID IT! NO ONE TELL IGGY! HAHA! Anyways, I don't own Spongebob! Here's a shout out to last updates winners so congrats to... no one... *SIGHS* It was Tucker and Dale vs. Evil... funniest movie of all time!