Hands Where I Can See Them

Chapter Ten

Max's P.O.V

"Max, can you help me do my hair?" Abby asked around six o'clock that night.

"Of course."

Fang was making dinner, and Ella was sitting on the floor playing with a doll.

Abby and I headed into her and Ella's room to do her hair.

Abby sat down on the floor in front of a mirror she has between her and Ella's beds.

"So, what did you want to do with your hair?"

"I wanted to curl it, then brush the curls so they're not as tight, and then lightly hairspray it so they wont fall out. My curling iron is already heated up."

I nodded and reached next to her where her iron was.

I started to curl her hair and got about half way done before she asked, "Hey, Max?"

"Yes, Abby?" I asked, continuing to curl her hair.

"Are you and Fang like, together?"

"I guess you could say that. We're seeing if it would work. I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year, and he hasn't had a 'girlfriend' in a while. So we're just going to have to see if it works out."

"I hope it does. I really like you, Max. And Fang seems a lot happier when he's with you."

"Well, I'm a lot happier when I'm with him too. But for me, work comes first. Having a boyfriend is just a luxury."

"Especially if you have a good one." Abby smiled.

"How long have you and Bobby been together?"

"Almost a year. We first got together in the middle of November."

"Aww. That's cute."

"Yeah, I had Christmas dinner at his house. His family likes me. Which is good. I love how he isn't afraid to hold my hand and stuff around his friends. And he's been so supportive throughout this entire thing. I'm really grateful to have him."

"Aww, that's so sweet. Okay, you're done." I said after I finished her hair.

She picked up a brush from the floor and gently brushed her hair out.

"I like it. It looks so pretty. Thanks, Max."

"No problem, sweetie."

"Can you help me pick out something to wear too?"

"Of course."

After about twenty minutes, she decided on a pair of black leggings, a denim skirt, a pink v-neck top and a black camisole.

Once her and I got into the living room, Fang looked up.

"You look beautiful, Abby."

"Thanks, Fang."

Soon after, we all heard a knock on the door.

Abby bounced over and opened the door, her boyfriend, Bobby, standing behind it with his mom.

"Hey, Bobby." she smiled, grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

He and her walked inside for a second.

"Nice to see you again, Fang. And Detective? You seem to be popping up a lot recently." Bobby laughed.

"Ah, you're the Detective?" Bobby's mom asked, looking at me, "I'm positive a lot of people have been saying this, but thank you so much. Abby is like my own daughter and as I understand you've been the one working on the case?"

"Detective Maximum Ride," I introduced myself. "yes, I have been working on Abby's case. But like I've said to everyone else, I do it because it's my job." I finished, walking over to Fang.

He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.

"I still think she did it for brownie points with my brother, but okay."

"Oh, Abby." Fang laughed.

"I did it not only because it's my job, but also to help a young girl who desperately needed it."

"And I thank you for that, Max. Without you…" Abby frowned, at a loss for words, while looking at her feet.

"I know, Abby. Don't worry about it. You're safe now, and that's all that matters. Go have fun." I smiled, shooing her from the house.

She nodded and left with Bobby and his mom.

"Daddy, I'm tired. Do I have to eat dinner tonight?" Ella asked.

"Will you be complaining that you're hungry later?"

"Probably."

"Well, at least she's straight-forward." Fang laughed.

Fang picked Ella up off the floor and carried her into her room to tuck her in for bed.

Once he returned he pulled whatever he was cooking off the stove.

"And what has my chef made for dinner this evening?" I asked, leaning on the counter.

"Chef? I prefer Fang Diekman: International Man of Mystery."

"Austin Powers? Good taste."

"I also have the Godfather trilogy on DVD."

"Oh, now you're just messin' with me."

"Actually, that was a few nights ago… But I'd be happy to repeat that if it'll jog your memory."

"I remember. But I'd be happy to repeat aswell."

He leaned over the counter and kissed me.

A few more small kisses were exchanged before Fang decided to finish up arranging dinner.

"I never answered your question; I made spaghetti and meatballs. I didn't feel like being extravagant today."

"No need. I'm Italian, I love any kind of pasta. However, I don't like pizza."

"What kind of Italian doesn't like pizza?" (Me? O.o)

"Ummm. Me? I don't know. I'm weird."

"No kidding. I've figured that out."

"Hey, now, be nice."

He laughed and kissed me again.

I placed my hand on his neck and kissed back.

Right now, I wasn't really interested in eating.

He walked around the counter and wrapped his arms around me.

"You're not very hungry are you?"

"I am. But I'm also pretty preoccupied."

"Hmmm. Tough choice, eat or make out with a pretty girl… Well, tough choice for me anyway."

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

I pulled him back to me and kissed him again.

"You're not giving me much of a choice, Max."

"Oh, I know."

I wrapped my right hand around his and tugged him back over to the couch.

Once we sat down I glanced over at his DVD collection which was set apart on two bookshelves.

"Wow, you have quite a collection, don't you?"

"Eh, I'm a movie whore."

I laughed and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asked.

"Sure."

"You pick. I need food."

I nodded and got up, kneeling in front of the bookshelves.

After much trouble, I finally decided on Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me. AKA one of the best movies known to mankind.

"Austin Powers?" Fang asked, coming into the room with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

"But of course."

He and I sat down, him resting the plate on his lap so he had an arm free to put around me.

I snuggled into him and hit play on the movie.

"Okay, you have to try this. It tastes better than usual." Fang said, cutting off a piece of his meatball with his fork.

He stabbed the little piece and held his fork up.

I opened my mouth and took a bite.

After I chewed and swallowed, I said, "Mmmm. You never cease to amaze me."

"Because I'm amazing."

"Which would make sense, wouldn't it?" I said in that "I'm such a smart ass" kind of way.

I leaned over and kissed him lightly.

He cupped my neck and held me there. Not that I would have pulled back any time soon anyway.

He picked up his plate and set it on the coffee table, freeing his hand to hold my waist.

I adjusted myself so I wasn't twisted as awkwardly and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I twisted my fingers into his hair and held him closer to me.

Once we both couldn't breathe anymore, we pulled away, and looked directly into the other's eyes.

Is it just me or does Austin Powers say "Yeah, Baby" every ten seconds?

He does, doesn't he?

Anyway, I laid my head on Fang's chest and kept watching the movie.

I could tell he was holding himself back from wanting to sleep with me, but I was happy he was. I didn't want to, and he knew that. And he respected it.

Shabam. Fax.

It's 7:05 a.m Right Now, And I Havent Slept Yet. Hehe. Wooooooo For An All-Nighter! :D

Anyway, I Hope You Enjoyed And Will Review.

xoxo,

K.J