Ok, so I owe everyone an apology.
I said I would update over break….didn't happen. I really don't know how to make it up to you other than to put all of my extra time and determination into updating this story.
But I also know MR4 is coming out on Monday squeal so most of you will be reading that book five times over the week, and won't be able to read fanfiction. However, I owe it to ya'll to update. So I will.
Disclaimer: I am only doing this thing because I have to…Everyone knows I own Max Ride…Cause I am Max Ride! Mwuahahahaha!!!!! Just Kidding …Or am I?
Chapter 10
Fang. The eternal question.
I mean really, how can one boy be so confusing? It's not like he's anything extraordinary…wait scratch that. He's a freaking mutant bird kid; Fang is anything but not extraordinary.
But…Do I love him? I mean, like that?
You can't deny the obvious chemistry Max, the voice chimed in. A joy. As always.
I guess--I guess I really do LOVE him, in that crazy, head-over-heels kind of way. Otherwise, why would I drool at him shirtless? Why do I react so darn confusingly when he looks at me or touches me? And when we kiss--well, it's magical.
There can only be one logical answer: I LOVE Fang.
Well, there it is.
This all reminds of that one Cascada song…
Wait--What if he doesn't like me the same way?
Just then my thoughts were interrupted by Nudge's outburst, "You know, I don't think it's very wise to be going straight into the belly of the beast. I understand we have to save Dr. Martinez and Ella, but couldn't we be a little more subtle? Out of all of our missions' plans, this one has to be the MOST asinine. But, then again, maybe that's the genius of it. Or maybe there isn't a way to be subtle with the Director around. Hey—"
"Could you shut your yap for more than two seconds to let SOMEONE get a word in?!" Total barked out snidely.
"Man, I am so confused now…." Gasman said, shaking his head confusingly.
"Ok, everybody, we have to not be subtle for this to work. The Director has to know we are there or she'll kill my mom and sister." I explained.
Fang decided to comment… "Yeah."
I looked at Fang like he had just told me his new favorite song was "Low" by Flo Rida. Yeah, I don't think that will ever happen.
Then, he looked at me with his dark, deep eyes and stared at me. Some kind of emotion was buried within his expression. I had a feeling it had something to do with his romanticism these past few days. I blushed.
Darn it! I just started thinking about that Cascada song again. Now it's stuck in my head…Every time we touch, I get this feeling. Every time we--
Angel giggled. And I mean doubled-over-in-laughter-about-to-die-from-asphyxiation kind of giggling.
"What's so hysterical?" Iggy asked—Angel was losing altitude.
"Max and Fang, and Fax…" Angel was laughing so hard she could barely fly!
"Angel," Fang warned. What was his deal?
"Fine, fine," she said. Well, at least I wouldn't have to go back around and catch her before she really started to fall.
But I was still curious.
What had made Angel laugh so hard?
I looked at the members of my flock for the answer.
Nudge was soaring somewhat peacefully, but I could tell she was still confused about the whole 'Director' situation.
Note to self: elaborate on plans for 'Director's Doom' later. And make a chart for increased clarity.
The Gasman was coasting, doing little twists here and there as the wind patterns shifted.
Iggy was confused-looking, but he seemed to have accepted the fact that Angel's laughter was not inclusive to him.
And Total was in Iggy's backpack, dozing off. His little black face still looked as if it was smirking from his previous smart remark.
So that left Fang.
Fang was staring intently at Angel as I inspected him.
A second later it looked as though an epiphany had just dawned on him.
Then he looked straight at me.
Our eyes locked and I knew he knew.
Oh [insert swear word of your choice
I was going to have to speak to Angel about this later.
Angel should really stay out of people's minds shouldn't she? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. And I hope that that wasn't too OOC.
Review please! Pretty, pretty please! I love it when you do.
Issy
