Trip
Fang leaned his head against the car window, watching the snow-dusted scenery pass by. It was the first snowfall of the season and no one couldn't deny how beautiful it made the Arizona landscape look.
Fang was resisting the temptation of bashing his head. When Nudge woke him up this morning with her eerily pleasing rendition of "Baby", he thought it was going to be a relatively normal day. Well, as normal as the flock to get.
He was the last one up. He found the three girls sitting in the living room wrapping Christmas presents. The floor was littered with brightly covered paper, bows and bags. The whole scene looked like it came out of some cheesy Christmas catalog. When he saw the smile on Max's face though, he knew that was very real. He had never seen her this elated and he couldn't peel his eyes away from her. Even the giggling she was doing was breath-taking. When she looked up at him sheepishly and blushed. Fang swore his heart stopped.
She wasn't the only ones who's face was alighted with glee. With the approach of there very first holiday, everyone was in a jolly mood. Fang had plopped down on the couch watched the girls contently. But of course when Mrs. M walked into the room and her eyes narrowed at him, the room dropped a few degree's. He knew he was screwed. When she stalked over though, he was surprised to see a somewhat civil look on her face. Normally, the only times she sought him out was for an ass-kicking, Mrs. M beat down.
Fang guessed that all came with the territory of dating her daughter.
When Mrs. M voiced her question though, it all made sense. She wanted to go Christmas tree shopping. Apparently, she needed a "man" to go with her and like the buggers they were, Iggy and Gazzy had been "busy."
Fang silently cursed. Mrs. M must be desperate to be asking him. They both knew she wouldn't particularity enjoy being stuck in a car with him. And there was no way he couldn't go. What was Christmas without a tree? There was no way Mrs. M could carry a tree by herself, so he sighed and agreed to go. She told him coldly to be ready in 5 minutes.
As the pulled out of the driveway, the snow started to come down softly. Knowing he was going to regret it, Fang asked how long the ride would be. Mrs. M gave him a fleeting look, like she just realized he was sitting next to her.
"2 hours," she replied. Fang groaned inwardly. Was the closes tree farm really that far away? It would have been less stressful going to the woods and cutting one down. But, then he would have to plant a new one.
"Stupid saving the planet plan," he muttered.
About a half an hour in, they touched on the wrong subject; Max. Because of the migraine Fang currently has, he can't even remember who started the conversation. All he knew was that somehow, Mrs. M has twisted his words to make it sound like he was insulting her daughter. Then when he tried to compliment Max, he got called a dirty pig.
They're voices escalated and they spat insults at each other. Finally, Fang shut up while he was behind. Now, every so often, Mrs. M would gave Fang the evil eye; one that was so similar to Max's that it gave him a mini heart attack. He let out a sigh of relief as the cool window pressed up against his head makes his headache subside.
Fang didn't even want to think about what chaos would ensue once they arrived at the tree farm.
A/N: So, that one was long. It was actually twice as long but I decided to leave the second part till next time. But while your waiting, you should pass the time by leaving wonderful REVIEWS.!