A/N: Haha, just realised that it was a day before I last updated, not 3! Yay! I'm not bad anymore! Whoop whoop, it's party time! I got pleads for more Fax from loads of people, and I know I'm getting a little off topic, but I gotta finish this whole 'wing' thing. I didn't mean to start it, it just kinda came out.
Disclaimer: Me girl. JP boy. Me not him.
All through dinner we sat in silence. Nudge managed to feel the tension and was smart enough to shut up, which surprised me. We sat in silence to wait for the last person to finish, who was Gazzy (surprise surprise) and as he went through his 6th serving of salmon and salad (mostly the salmon), I gave up on being silent. God, how could Fang do this all day? It's torture.
"Look, I'm going to bed." I stated, standing up from my seat and grabbing my plate as to put it in the dishwasher. Fang took the hint that I had not intended to drop and stood up himself.
"Yeah, me too." I glanced at him with a blank face, only to find his own blank, emotionless face staring back at me. A massive crash of metal suddenly filled the ever silent room. I looked at Gazzy, who looked bright and happy as ever.
"Dr M, can I have some more?" He pleaded, almost loud enough to block out the annoyed groans in the background. Poor Libby. Walks into Ella in the hallway to find that her best friend's half-sister is two per cent bird, then comes home with us and eats a meal cooked by some blind dude and now has to sit through Gazzy eating. And if she stays the night, God I feel for her. But hey, if she likes Ella, then she better get used to it.
Mom said nothing to either Fang or I as we walked up the stairs, hand in hand, having a cutesy little hallmark moment. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"What?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"I just remembered something."
"What?" I repeated.
"Today is the 17th, right?"
"Yeah…" I looked uncertain.
"Oh, crap!" He said, looking worried. I gave him a confused look. "I'll be back. Go to sleep. I gotta go do something."
"Wha-." I started, but he was already out the door and in the air. I went into his room and watched him fly away, looking lustfully at his onyx wings and imagining his midnight black eyes staring into mine. Where was he going? It was beyond me, and standing looking out Fang's window wasn't going to do me any good. I lay down on his bed, kicking off my shoes. I let my legs hand over the edge a bit.
I should probably get changed and have a shower. I thought. Pft. No way, it's waaaaaaay too comfortable here. Soon I was out cold, huddled in a little ball on Fang's black bed sheets.
Fang returned home hours later. He was tired and needed some sleep. He crept past Ella, Libby and a sleeping Nudge, who must have fallen asleep during their last chick flick.
"Later." He whispered, making both Ella and Libby jump in surprise.
"Don't do that again, or you will one day wake up bald. Too bad for Max, I know how wrapped up she gets in your hair." Ella taunted and Libby giggled. Fang's face flushed a light shade of red before he returned to his normal colouring. Tip-toeing up the stairs (which wasn't necessary, Fang was the master of silence), he strode into his darkened room and took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Turning around and looking at his bed, he noticed a large, dark lump on his bed. At first he thought it to be an Eraser, but soon realised that the lump was in fact Max. He chuckled to himself.
I woke with a start as someone jolted me out of position. My eyes stayed shut, much to the dismay of whoever or whatever was holding me.
"Five more minutes." I mumbled.
"Max, wake up, it's just me." Fang said.
"But I want five more minutes!" I whined, my eyes still closed.
"Max! Do you want to stay in here with me?" Fang asked, and I nodded. "Well, get up, go away and change. You'll stink up my whole room with your stink from wearing the same clothes twice." My eyes fluttered open.
"Babe, we lived on the streets for years. You don't care about stink." I told him. "Now, put me down!" Fang had been holding me bridal style, trying to shift me on his bed, but eventually just picking me up. He placed my feet back on the floor and I turned to face him. "What's the time?" I asked.
"Almost midnight. I think Ella and Libby are going to bed soon."
"Ok." I said. We stood in silence for a moment, as if waiting for a reply. Suddenly, I ran over to Fang's bed and flopped onto it, belly first. "But I'm still not changing!" I called to Fang. He dived after me, trying to grab my legs. I jumped up and down on his bed like a little kid, laughing hysterically. Fang tackled me down, lying on top of me.
"You know, I think I like it better this way." He stated, and then started tickling my stomach, my most ticklish area that I've found. So far. I screeched with laugher as he touched my neck, causing me to fall off the bed and bring him down with me, creating a big crashing sound. I thrashed about on the floor as Fang tried to get the better of me. He was almost sitting on top of me and I was howling with laugher at the same time as trying to take a breath in.
"Fang- stop- it- please,- that tickles- a lot- Fang-." I was cut off by Fang's lips touching mine. I kissed him hungrily, as he did the same back to me. I ran my hands up and down his toned chest as one of Fang's hands gripped my hair, getting it caught in the dark snarls and the other held my thigh. He let my tongue into his mouth, and we fought for dominance. My tongue roamed his mouth, exploring every crease and curve. My hands found their way up to Fang's hair and I got my hands tangled up in it. We went on like that, rolling around on the floor, for what seemed like hours, when another presence caught me off guard.
I pulled away from Fang, leaning my forehead on his.
"Babe, what is it?" Fang asked from on top of me.
"I swear I heard someone." I replied, tugging softly on his hair.
Just as Fang was about to speak, someone cut him off. "Look, I know you guys like each other, but do you really have to be squealing and sucking face with each other, half naked might I add, at this hour? I mean really guys, c'mon. Be realistic." Ella said, making Libby giggle. "Oh, and I told you Max would miss your hair… babe." They both laughed, hard this time and walked off in the direction of Ella's room.
"She's so dead." I said, trying to get out from under him.
"They were just joking around." Fang argued gently.
"I know, but still. What's their problem? They opened the door and walked into the room." I retorted.
"Let's just go to bed, ok? It's past midnight now." Fang said.
"Ok." I sounded defeated, like a little girl whose parents had threatened to take away her dolls.
"Go get some new clothes." Fang instructed, getting off me.
"Ok." I repeated, standing up and walking to the door.
"And don't forget to brush your teeth."
"Ok."
"And could you grab me some caffeine free Coke whilst you're at it?"
"No freakin' way." I answered sourly. Fang just laughed at my reaction and plopped himself onto his bed.
I love my life.
A/N: I think that's one of my best chapters, right? I like it. I've almost got 50 reviews, and the 50th gets a Fang cookie! You know you want it…