Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to James Patterson. Some dialogues are taken straight from the book, as this is Fang's point of view of some parts of the novels.
Book four: Love hurts.
One moment we had been sitting eating lunch and the next she was storming out of the room.
I had been talking with the Dr. Dwyer, she had been really nice explaining things about the station, and I had been able to sneak a few questions about the personal on the boat, who was the newest on board, people habits, security, just because we were in the boat we shouldn't trust them and information has saved our lives before.
And then she had just jumped out of her seat and was out of the door practically in the same motion, maybe she was just claustrophobic, we all feel uncomfortable in closed spaces and the ship wasn't big.
I finished my sandwich and went to follow her, but when I got to the deck some of the scientist where already there watching her with binoculars, so I waited until she calmed down and came back.
I saw her descending in wide circles and I went down the stairs to wait for her inside so we could talk away from prying eyes. She sighed in a resigned sort of way when she saw me but continue to descend.
"What's the matter with you?" I asked. "Why'd you take off like that?"
"Wanted some air" she said brushing her hair back.
She couldn't be more stubborn, could she?
She tried to brush past me. But I took her arms so she wouldn't ran away, I wanted answers and I was going to have them. At least if this was about the voice, the flock being in danger, or if she was just her paranoid crazy self.
"Tell me what's going on," I said softly, looking at her straight in the eyes.
"Nothing." Sure, and I'm brain dead.
"Max, if you would just talk to me—" I really didn't get why she was making this so hard, was she punishing me for something I've done?
If there was something wrong, usually she would have told me to come with her so she could tell me what the problem was.
But I knew a few reasons why she might not tell me her problems right now, things weren't smooth between us, I bet she is scared that if we are alone together I might kiss her again, which was more scary than a fire breathing eraser in her book.
"About what? You and me?" she hissed with venom. "There is no you and me. Especially when you keep throwing yourself at everything in a skirt!" She finished blushing. I was stunned, it was about me, jeez it was completely about me! About us!
I don't know why she thinks I don't have feelings, or that my feelings don't get hurt when she runs (well, flies) away from me, but I have them, quite a lot of them lately.
If she doesn't like me back, she should just tell me and I'll figure what to do with myself, it won't be nice but at least I would know what I'm dealing with.
Instead of letting me kiss her, because really, if she had wanted to pull back she had time, and kissing me back like that, like it's the most natural thing in the world for us to do, and then flying away as if we had just killed a kitten it's more than confusing.
But no she has to go for: "Oh no Fang we don't have anything to talk about, because there is nothing between you and me so the next time you even so much as glance to another girl I'll make Gazzy build a flamethrower and reduce both of you to ashes"
I noticed my hands firmly holding her forearms, so she wouldn't escape me again, and I felt that chasing her and worrying about what she might be thinking was everything I did.
And I was tired too, we were together in the school sharing the burden of being the oldest surviving experiments, taking care of the others, always thinking about escaping , and when we were finally free, instead of being happy together we had fought constantly.
Whether we had been silent in a cages stacked next to each other, or sitting in the kitchen table with bleeding noses and split lips, while Jeb lectured us, we were connected, and we had always known that even if everything else failed we had each other, and now this seemed the most natural direction we could head ,whether she liked it or not, because now I knew that she was what I needed most, I doubted I could go back to just being her friend.
There was no way I could go back to being her friend after the way she had kissed me back.
She wrenched her arms away from me with fury, but before she had time to bolt for the door I whispered, loud enough for her to hear "You're wrong, Max," I raised my eyes to her willing her to understand.
"There's a you and me, all right. There will always be a you and me."
I
know, I know, terribly cheesy and from the most hated book, but I
guess all the love in the last book got to me and I've been reading
terrible fanfiction ( pre MAX, no plot, waiting for them to say "I
love you" or kiss or whatever )
and I had to write one on my own more less.
Anyway I'm not
dead, I'm planning on updating, anyway I wrote a rough skeleton of
a fanfic about the day when they escaped the school, and I don't
know if I should post it here, or apart, leaving this pure Fang's
POV of the books.
Oh and I'm writing right know about when in
the second book Max goes for a flight after she's been told about
the uniforms leaving Fang to fend of on his own, a light fic with
just a bit of fax the way I like them, but after that…any
suggestions?
