"And do you, Fang, take Maximum to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I smiled happily it was finally happening!
"I-"
"ERASERS!!?!?!?!?!" Max screams, startling me out of my dreams. I nearly growled out of frustration before running down the hall way into her room.
"MAX?!" She sits straight up. Then, I realize that I had startled her from her own nightmare. I sit down next to her.
"You okay?" She looks around perplexed. Quickly she registers her surroundings.
"Dream?"
"Yea, want to tell me about it?" She looks hesitant, but eventually nods.
"The whole flock was on the beach, the same spot where we ate dinner, everybody was all dressed up and we were getting married.-we both smile this time- Right after the final kiss -she blushes- the guest suddenly all morphed. The erasers came after all of us." She doesn't look scared anymore.
"Yea, I had a dream like that, only you woke me up just before the nightmare starts."
"Glad I could help." Max says with a yawn.
"I should leave, so that you can get some sleep." By now, she's leaned against me and is half asleep.
"Don't leave!" She protests, but still lays down.
"Say please, and I'll sleep on the floor." She looks at me like I had six heads. As if I wasn't enough of a freak.
"Why would you sleep on the floor?" Max asks confused. "There's plenty of room on the bed…" She says scooting over.
"What is the pyros…" She laughs tiredly.
"If you don't want the pyros to get the wrong idea again, sleep on top of the quilt, with this blanket." I lie down next to Max, and she snuggles close. Lightly draping my arm over her, I fall asleep.
"Wake up sleepy head, err heads…" Nudge calls walking into the room.
"Bite me." I grumble snuggling closer to Max. Nudge laughs.
"Iggy got bacon."
"I'm up!" Max says right away. I stand up I walk back to my room, as Nudge heads down stairs. I throw on jeans and a t-shirt. I run my brush through my hair and toss my pajamas down the clothes shoot. I walk back to Max's room and the doors shut. I knock lightly.
"One sec!" She says. I hear fabric moving and rubbing. She opens the door while still pulling down her shirt.
"Dang. You got ready fast." She says grabbing a comb and yanking it through her hair.
"Careful! Or you'll end up bald!" But she doesn't stop dragging the brush through her snarled mane. I grab her brush, and work through the tangles patiently.
"So you slept pretty well?" I asked, I know she wasn't tossing and turning, or I would have ended up on the floor.
"Yea, don't laugh, but I wish you were there every night. I was a lot more comfortable."
"I was too. Maybe we should push the beds together."
"Okay. But you know who is going to get the wrong idea." My eyes grow wide. I had not expected her to agree so easily.
"Y-yea. But Iggy and Gazzy can grow up. People sleep together all the time with out actually 'sleeping together'." Then something catches my attention as Max smacks her shin on her dresser. The room is not big enough, and neither is mine. One look at her face and I know she realized the same thing. There is only one way.
"IGGY!" My fiancée's eyes grow wide as she realizes what I am doing.
"Looks like our perverted pyromaniacs have a job to do!" The connecting wall has to go there just isn't enough room.