Home Would Be Wherever the Hell Your Heart Is

by Iceytaste

To escape his alcoholic father's antics, Fang moves for the summer to stay with his divorced mother and sister. He finds out it's more home than his real home ever was... especially when a local girl named Max gets involved. What happens when it's time for Fang to leave at the end of summer? "Fang moves" story - doesn't bite, only licks.

10. Sort of Date?

Ahhh I actually had written this like months ago but I just found it...

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU MOFOS I love you all for sticking with this. Go read the new fic One Way Flight which has older and sexier Max and Fangs xD no but really, Merry Christmas you guys! Sorry this is a very overdue update but I'm gonna try to stick with this for now on, promise.

Kudos to larafares96 for catching the "The Voice" reference!

Waaaaait a second. HOLY CRAP.

Rewind.

"Maximum Ride," Dr. Martinez said in a deadly tone.

Her name is Maximum Ride.

1. "Ride" is close to "rollercoaster." I'm a pretty talented guesser, thanks much.

There's Ride again.

"Keep away from Ride." He departed the bus, and when I got off there was no sign of him.

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE.

I may not be in advanced classes, but MAX IS RIDE.

MAX.

IS.

RIDE.

If that model dick Dylan is dating her, I'll hang him from a shoelace in Walmart with a price tag.

I smacked my face into my pillow repeatedly, unable to sleep. I felt impossibly stupid and impossibly brilliant at the same time.

I sighed finally, submitting to my thoughts and pulling out my cell. I scrambled to find my jeans that I'd been wearing before (on the floor, duh) and dug my hand into the pocket, bringing out the paper Ella had given me. A 10-digit miracle was scrawled onto the paper. My breath caught, and I realized suddenly what the One Direction-obsessed girls were talking about.

Was I obsessed with Max?

That sounds pretty stalkerish if you put it that way.

But I've always wanted things I can't have. For example, once on Nudge's 6th birthday, my 7 year old self stole the chocolate bunny my parents (not yet divorced) got, and scarfed it down. In one bite.

Nudge cried for days, but thankfully she's now either gotten over it, or forgotten about it. I hope for the latter.

Max was unlike most girls.

Don't get me wrong, I like girls, whether they're girly (What's wrong with girls that are girly? They act like girls. Because they are girls) or not. To be completely honest, I probably would have been attracted to Lissa if she hadn't stuffed her tongue down my throat a second after we met.

The only thing that throws me off when I meet girls is insta-clinging. Insta-boyfriend-girlfriend. Insta-sex.

Don't get me wrong, I have teenage hormones, thank you very much, but I'd like for love to mean something. Not just pleasure. I want to love and be loved, I want to have passion, I want loyalty. I don't want a one night stand.

And you thought I was an emotionless brick wall.

Again, Max was effortlessly beautiful. She wasn't wearing makeup either time I saw her (I feel pathetic. That's twice). She wasn't afraid to beat perverts' asses. She wasn't... typical.

Freaks belong with each other, eh?

So why was Dylan so protective of her?

I shook my head. Thinking could wait until morning. I quickly typed the number into my phone, saved it as Maximum (hey, I already know a guy Max), and took a deep breath.

Do I text her tonight? Or do I wait until morning?

I pulled out my phone, then decided against it. She probably would think I'm a stalker. I chuckled to myself and leaned back, falling asleep immediately.

I awoke in the morning, groggy but I soon became excited. I grabbed my phone, brushed my teeth, ate cereal and texted Max for the first time.

hEY

Who's this?

Fang

Fang from yesterday?

Know any other Fangs?

Umm, okay then the Fang from yesterday. How did you get my number?

Your sister. By the way, I have to ask you something. Preferably in person. Was I asking of this just to be near her again? ...probably.

Yeah, okay, you're lucky I don't think you're a creep lol How about Starbucks?

Mesa was a small enough town that by Starbucks she meant the only Starbucks within a radius of hours. That's fine. See you there.

Alright. Sorry for like screaming like a little girl but I TECHNICALLY HAVE A DATE WITH MAX.

TECHNICALLY.

SHOVE THAT UP YOUR ASS DYLAN and please don't stalk me tonight and show up as a shadowy figure at my doorway -

See, this is the kind of effect Maximum Ride will have on your brain.

One last time... MERRY CHRISTMAS! And Happy New Year! And Fang's abs! And Dylan's abs! And review!