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MAX POV
"Fang open the damn door!" I was pissed. So pissed.
"Nope." Came Fang's smug reply from inside the room.
Screw this, I thought. I have wings, you know! I walked to the attic that was located around the corner and up a flight of stairs. The window was big enough for me to climb through. But first, I took a glance around out of habit.
The room was a bit dusty and crusty, but it was definitely beautiful in an old-fashioned kind of way. For some reason, I had always liked antiques and history. History was even one of my favorite classes when I went to school.
There were some old boxes in the corner covered with dust and partially hidden from sight, like someone was trying to hide them, but was in a hurry. If I ever had time, I had to remember to check the boxes out. Who knew how soon we were going to leave again? Something about them drew me to it. A historic, rusty bed was placed in the corner and a lamp stood next to it. A mahogany desk sat heavily in the opposite corner with all of the drawers locked tight. This room was fascinating to me. This would be my new hideout.
I ran to the window, flung it open and leaped out. Freedom at last. I unfurled my wings and reveled in the sweet surrender of the air sliding over them. I flew over to our room and fiddled with the window. It was very difficult, considering the whole, wing factor. Fang was there instantly. I looked into his eyes.
His eyes held the note of serious that he carried at all times, but there was something else. I didn't want to examine it any further. I gave a strong push on the window. Fang understood what I was trying to do. I stared into Fang's brown eyes and gave a little 1, 2, 3, in my head and shoved on the window. Little did I know how well Fang had understood my planned actions. He pulled as I pushed. I went flying through the air and landed on top of him.
I was in a daze for a couple of long seconds. What was the warm, comfortable thing underneath me? It smelled amazingly good and welcoming. My insides turned to mush. I wanted to lie there forever…until my sense came back.
I picked myself up off of Fang without a word. How could I explain that to him? It was so…sexual. Our bodies together, front to front like that. I couldn't think these things about Fang, my best friend. I didn't even know it was him. But the way I responded…that wouldn't have ever happened if I knew that it was Fang, would it? No. Never! I walked over to the closet and began sorting some random clothes, an involuntary blush settled over my cheeks. I hoped that this time was an exception to Fang's little gift of reading me like an open book. Please God, please….
"What's wrong?" Nope. Act normal Max, act normal.
"Nothing." Was my simple and easy reply. He didn't buy it. Damn stubborn little empath.
"Max?" Fang's voice was concerned. "Max, did you get hurt when you fell?"
Immediately I responded the way I knew best. Sarcasm. "Yupperoni, five shatter bones in my stomach 'cuz your bony little butt did nothing to help cushion my fall. Honestly, Fang, what are you, anorexic?" Fang was anything but skinny. He was, how should I put this without straying into something that I didn't want to think about? He was very nicely muscular and we both knew that. Very nicely.
He gave a smirk and rolled his eyes. "What can I say, I have a lot of bone? What would you like me to do about it? Next time I'll let the very cushy carpet catch your fall," he retorted. Humor shone I his eyes. I was temporarily off the hook about the blush.
Fang turned away to close the window that was flapping gently in the breeze. I took this time to glare at the gigantic bed in the middle of the room. I hate you, I thought silently to it. Fang and I needed to make a sleeping arrangement. I cleared my throat. Fang glanced over at me from the windowsill. (I guess he wasn't closing it to be helpful. He just wanted to feel the cool night breeze. He had better shut that window when's he's done...)
Let's be blunt… "You taking the floor?" His face was stony and showed nothing. He walked toward me like he had something to say. I could almost make out…determination?...in his eyes. He reached a hand out to me and gently tucked a stay piece of heir out of my eyes befor he leaned in close to my face, hot breath fanning across my cheek--
"I got the bed," he whispered almost seductively. He threw himself backwards onto the bed with a resounding "thud". I scoffed and hid my blush. For a second there I thought that he was going to…well, he looked like he wanted to…kiss me. Did he? Nah, tjis was Fang we were talking about. This was the same Fang who I used to sit on the river bank with and see how could spit the farthest into the river. No way could anything happen like that to us.
He stretched out on the bed like a large cat. A small smile was playing on his lips. He didn't look like he'd be getting up anytime soon.
"Fang! Get off the goddamn bed!" I bit out. He looked up at me.
"You asked who if I was taking the floor. I thought that it was my liberty to answer you incorrect assumption."
"When I asked if you were taking the floor, I wasn't really asking. I was telling. Now get off the bed. Now." He didn't move an inch. He just stared at me impassively.
I sighed. I was too tired to wrestle him out of the bed. I would do it after I got ready for bed, so I could use the last of my energy on something more useful. "Whatever. I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed. When I come back, you better be gone." He snorted, so I continued. "Notice how I said bed. I'm going to get ready for bed. You can go get ready for floor, because that is where, my friend, you will be sleeping tonight." He cracked a smile at me and chuckled at me words. My heart sputtered pathetically. I loved his smiles. They were something to look forward to. He never smiled often, but when he did, it lit up the room. I was going to put it on myself to make him smile like that more often. I turned from him and walked out of the room.
I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stepped in the shower a couple of moments later. The water felt great against my tired body. Minutes later, I stepped out of the hot spray, more tired then before. I slid on my David and Goliath Heavy Metal blue and black pajamas. They had black sleeves and a light blue center for the top. The words "heavy metal" were printed on the fabric. The pants were black and had cute little robots and star constellations on them.
I went to walk out of the bathroom and back to Fang, but paused.
I felt really self conscious. I turned and looked into the mirror at my pj's. I straightened them and tried to pull them so that they look flattering. I had a very athletic body, so I wasn't a size 00. I was a size 3. I would be a size 0 if those damn Erasers didn't keep coming back and making me beat the shit out of them. Then I wouldn't be some big, old, macho-woman. I also knew that I could be 100 times worse off. I wasn't fat. Not at all. Actually, it was against my species to be heavy. It was in my DNA that I had to be thin. It was some crazy avian hybrid thingy. Who knows?
But, I had never been self-conscious before. So why was I now? I brushed it off and padded back to my room.
Fang was still being an idiot, sprawled out on the bed in the same exact position. The only thing that changed was his clothes. He was wearing a faded black T-shirt that had the words, 'Tell your mom that I said thanks," printed on it (He and Iggy saw this shirt and demanded that I buy it for them. They each have on in different colors. Well, not a colors, more like color, because Fang prefers to wear black but…whatever) and a pair of black sleep pants with grey stripes on them.
The pants had something written on the waistband so small that I had to struggle to see it. I squinted. The letters slowly, one by one, cleared. Stand Clear 300 Feet.
I let out a laugh, but it slowly turned to embarrassment as I realized the situation that I had just put myself in.
I was basically standing there, staring at his crotch-vicinity trying to figure out the words on his waist band. I was afraid to, but I gathered enough courage. I lifted my head and looked Fang in the eyes.
To my surprise, a light blush dusted his cheeks. Oh my god! I screamed in my head! I'm such a friggin' idiot. My God! That was so inappropriate! Let's just forget about it, Max. Brush it off.
I cleared my throat and attempted to act like I didn't just visually molest my best friend. "You're still in the bed, I see." I was shocked to find that my voice was a little bit husky. I cleared my throat again, embarrassed by the suspicious feelings that were startubg to feel a lot like…love.
He rolled over and slid under the covers. "I think I'll just stay here tonight. We are adults and we sac control ourselves, right, Max?" I didn't have to see his face to know that there was a smug smirk on it.
"There is no way in hell that…" I trailed off. It was way too late for this. I looked over at the clock. It was already past midnight. "Scoot over," sighed.
"Sure," he said. He slid over a bit. I laid down on the bed and got under the covers. I placed a pillow between our bodies.
The funny thing was that, sure, there was a pillow separating our bodies, but not our hearts. I wasn't so sure I was ready for this realization. I hoped that I wouldn't remember it in the morning.
I was just starting to drift when Fang called my name. "Hey, Max." His voice sounded uncomfortable. I groaned and shoved some covers his way, figuring that he was complaining about me being a blanket hog. (Which, truthfully, I was.)
"Yeah?" I muttered drowsily. What the hell did he want?
The silence stretched. I began to nod off, assuming that he was asleep.
He started to say something to me, but it sounded like mush to my sleep-heavy ears. The last thing I caught before sweet sleep kissed my lids was something that sounded like, "This is just my luck…"
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