A/N: Hi everyone! I have finally updated, I know I haven't updated in FOREVER! plus I REALLY wanted that virtual cookie ;D lol but anyway, I am just thrilled with all the reviews I got! And yes I hope I can update more frequent, and yes this is based off the movie that's in French, but I will add my own scenes, but I REALLY loved it so I deiced to write it off that. I hope you love this chapter!
BTW: OMG IM SORRY THAT I DIDNT SPELL CHECK THE FIRST TIME I UPDATED THIS CHAPER! I fixed I though, I read through it, but lets just say my skills in this department are not as good, so I'm sorry for that! thank youIt's Fnicking Awesomeness I hope this is better :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or its characters
Fang's POV
As Expected the car ride was awkward. I tried to start up a conversation, but let just say that that was an impossible task, Maximum, or Max, didn't like me at all.
This was going to be tough, I mean how in the world was I going to get this girl to realize that she didn't want to be with he fiance when clearly she did want to be with? This just might be one of the hardest jobs I've gotten, now that I'm her body guard that means I have to be everywhere she is, well for the exception of restrooms and such.
I hope she doesn't plan on trying to get away.
I heard her humming along to the song that was currently playing, and she was staring out the window the air conditioning blowing her hair slightly.
It was warm outside which was expected in the summer, I decided to comment on that, "Lovely weather today, don't you agree?" wow that sounded so stupid! I really need to break the ice, and get her to start talking!
"Yeah I guess" Great I'm making progress.
"So tell me Mr. Ride what exactly to I have to do to make you go away?" scratch that I just took 10 steps backwards.
I wounder what I would take for this girl to stop pushing me away, if I could just figure that out!
"Miss. Batchelder, there is nothing you can do to make me quite, I am a man that does not go back on his word, so I will not leave you side will you walk down that aisle and say I do." I took a peak at her from the corner of my eyes, her eyes were slightly opened wider, and her arms were crossed.
"Call me Max, I hate formalities" well that's got to count for something.
"Well Max, we have arrived to the airport. Can I ask you something?" this was in my opinion a very important question.
"Yeah what?"
"Well were exactly are we going?" I was one hundred percent dead serious. I had no clue.
"My dad did['t tell you? Typical. Were going to France, I want my wedding in Paris, so I'm heading there to have my final week of being single before I become Mrs. Acott" She gave a small smile before going to the trunk of her car to get the luggage.
I ran to her and grabbed the luggage before she could reach for it, "Here let me, and that's good, because I just so happen to speak French" I smiled at her, before carrying the luggage to the plane and get ready to board.
Max's POV
My dad is going to have a piece of my mind the next time I see him.
How dare he give me a bodyguard when he know just fine that I can take care of myself, the incident with the bag was just a mistake, I was taken off guard!
I don't need an attractive man following me around! What would Dylan think if he found out!
Not that I care, because Dylan would never think that I cheated on him.
Would he?
Well anyway, the man want to bad.
But he never told me his first name, I must ask him, I have calling people Mr, or Mrs. it just irritated me!
Hmm, maybe I could give him a nick-name.
Yes that's what I will do!
So we have bored the privet jet that my family owns and got to our seats.
Against my best wished the crew decided that we would like some very expense looking stakes.
Not that I completely mined, I mean I looked heavenly, and I was hungry, I wanted to dig into the stake and devour it like an animal.
But having company that was kinda out of the question.
But maybe he would be so repulsed by my eating he would leave me alone in France! Brilliant idea Maximum!
I took a deep breath and stabbed my fork into my stake and lifted the juicy piece of meat to my pis and bit right in.
With my mouth still full I turned to my unwanted bodyguard.
"Please dig in" I said, but it sounded more like" pweese dwig iwn" I tend to add w when my mouth is full.
He looked at me for a second, then there was a glint in his eyes that said, 'two can play at that game'
Following my example, he stabbed his fork in his stake, and bit in, as he opened his mouth I took a look at his teeth, which were pure white, and his canines sharp like fangs, as they easily glided into the meat, and cut it like a hot knife through butter.
He chewed and smiled at me, "Complements to the chief."
my eyes slightly narrows and I smiled and continued to eat my stake, then slurped my soup, and shoved mash potatoes into my mouth.
He did the same, till we were both shoving food into our mouths.
Then it hit me. I have the perfect nickname for him!
I swallowed the huge pile of food that I had shoved into my mouth and looked at him and told him, "Since I don't know your real name I will call you Fang"
his eyes widened, and he looked at me and swallowed, looked at me and said, "That's my real nickname" well that was weird.
"Hm, well it just popped into my head, I mean you even look like a Fang" I smiled and wiped my face and started to eat, just not so barbaric.
And I think we have finally come to an agreement, but that didn't stop me from plotting my escape, as soon as the opportunity showed it's self.
~Many awkward Hours later in France~
I took a deep breath of the fresh air that was Paris France.
I loved France, I loved the people, the language, the clothing, the FOOD!
France was the place that I left when I needed some deep thinking.
Right now, a week away from my wedding that's what I needed, some deep thinking
I walked up to the rented car that Fang has silently already found and had gotten into the drivers side and was waiting for me to get in so that we could get to our hotel.
I sat in the passenger side and waited for him to drive, ignoring him.
I still need to make my escape plan.
One we got there I looked at it.
I was a GLORIOUSE hotel, there was a fountain in the middle of the entrance, the hotel was huge, with beautiful glass windows, and men in suits.
The place was to beautiful for words (A/N: I'm not good at describing place I've never been to, ill try my best though)
I walked up to the front desk with Fang by my side and was about to open my mouth when Fang told the woman, who was medium height, with black hair, and tan skin, "Puis-je s'il vous plait avoir deux chambres qui sont sur le meme etage, une si possible a" my mouth hung open at what he said.
Looking at the computer she said, "Cela peut etre organise, peut vous s'il cous plait me donner vos noms?" no no this was not happening.
I tried to open my mouth to speak again, but Fang once again cut me off saying, "Nicholas Ride et Maximum Batchelder"
She smiled brightly at us and told us, "Merci, voici les cles, et j'espere que vous passersz un sejour agreable."
"Merci" Fang said as he took the keys, giving me one, and dragging me to the elevator before I could start yelling at him.
"What the HELL! Our rooms are going to be right next to each other? Are you kidding to me?"
I was fuming!
How dare he!
"Max, calm down, I'm not going to do anything, I'm your body guard after all, I have to make sure you don't do anything stupid."
I crossed my arms, looked at my room number and frowned, not at all happy.
Once the door opened I marched out, found my room, opened it, and slammed the door, walked to my bed, and grabbed a pillow and screamed.
Fang's POV
hmm, I didn't expect Ella and Iggy to get here so fast, I mean Ella was the woman at the reception desk, I wonder how she got us adjoined rooms.
That must mean Iggy was in the room next to mine, doing all the research that would help me get through this week.
I would wait and find out what exactly they had come up with so far.
I looked at the door that was next to me bed.
That was the door that would go into Max's room.
I knocked on it and waited for Max to answer.
She opened it, and I smiled about to say something when she slammed it in my face and locked the door.
"Hm, oh well," with that I walked over to my bed, throwing off my shoes and jumped on, putting my arms behind me head, and closed my eyes, when all of a sudden my phone rang.
A/N: YEAH I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! I hope your not to crossed with me! This was one of my longer chapters, but its still pretty short, I know I used French, so here are the translations.
French: Puis-je s'il vous plait avoir deux chambres qui sont sur le meme etage, une si possible a
Translation: Can I please have two rooms that are on the same floor, and if possible next to each other?
French: Cela peut etre organise, peut vous s'il cous plait me donner vos noms
Translation: That can be arranged, may you please give me your names?
French: Merci, voici les cles, et j'espere que vous passersz un sejour agreable.
Translation: Thank you, here are your keys and I hope you have a nice stay
Well I hope that you liked this chapter, I hope to update faster! REVIEW AND I WILL LOVE YOU ALL MORE THAN I ALREADY DO!