ZOMG! So, school just started, and I'm taking an AP class, as a freshy, so I've had so much homework and since I have to get up at 5:45 every day, I end up falling asleep when I intend to update… I apologize for this, so I will probably be updating this on weekends only for a while. :) On a side note, I met the REAL Fang, who's name, coincidentally, is actually Nick!
Max and Fang were serious. Deadly serious. That is precisely why they both lay sweating on the bed. He is his boxers, she in a tank top and underwear. The previous make-out session had been the most heavenly thing to ever happen to either one of these two.
"That was… amazing." She panted, rotating her body to face his.
"Yeah." Fang said, his actions mirroring hers. She smiled, face glistening.
In the moonlight, Fang's body which was in front of the window, made him darker than he was. His half folded wings made him seem like an avenging angel.
"Max." He said, pulling her back into the moment.
"Yeah?" She snuggled closer to him, her wings pulled in so she could feel his warmth.
"Your mom really chewed us out tonight." He smiled at her as if to say, what can we do?
"Uh huh." She murmured, beginning to doze off in his arms.
"Max?" He said, knowing she was basically unconscious.
"You know I really love you." He said. She pressed herself closer to him and the corners of his lips turned up. He dropped his head and wrapped an arm around her. He wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
Morning came in the Martinez house, and around 10:30, the sweet smell of pancakes wafted up through the staircase and under the doorframes. First up was Iggy, obviously, because he was cooking, and Dr. M, who was supervising.
Gazzy was up first, and he yawned as he dragged his feet into the kitchen.
"Morning, Igs, Dr. M." He said, before taking another yawn.
"Hey, how's it going?" Iggy said, peeking up from over the stove.
"Can you make me chocolate chip pancakes?" Gazzy asked, and Dr. M laughed while Iggy shrugged.
"Sure. You just get them for me, ok?" and Gazzy scrambled over to get the beloved chips.
Next awake was Angel, following her brother by a couple minutes.
"Hi!" She said sleepily, giving everyone a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Angel. How did you sleep?" Dr. M asked, and Angel came over and pressed against her side.
"Hi DMom." she said with a yawn, cuddling closer. Dr. M pulled her into a hug, and Angel closed her eyes, her feet cold on the floor under her nightgown.
Nudge staggered in with a massive bed head.
"mumble mumble Coffee mumble choke Please." Was all that was legible from what she just said. In the mornings, you couldn't really understand anything else. Iggy grabbed the coffee pot from the machine and poured it into a mug, which found itself into Nudge's awaiting hands.
"mm." She noted, with lips and mouth coffee filled. She drank it black, just the way she liked it.
"I'm glad you're conscious now," said Dr. M silvery, and Nudge just smiled.
"Yep, can't live without this junk." She said hoarsely, clearing the sleep from her throat.
"Say, where's Max?" Gazzy said, stroking his chin as if it were a beard. He had an idea of where she was… and where he was. (you know who he is…)
"Actually, I don't know." Dr. M said, and glanced up the stairs.
"Fang isn't here either… I guess I kept them up kinda late." She looked towards the stairs again. "I'll go check on Max in a minute. I really don't want to see Fang in his underwear, because I'm assuming its how he sleeps."
As she let go of Angel and started up the stairs, Angel closed her eyes and sent a message to Max.
Max! Wake up! DMom is coming!
Max was in a dream. A wonderful dream, actually. She was just about to kiss him as the priest said the words, when Angel said the words, Max! Wake up! DMom is coming!
Max shook herself out of the dream and looked around. She saw Fang lying next to her and smiled, until she heard Angel's voice again.
Max! Wake up! DMom is coming!
"Fang, Fang! Wake up!" I whispered urgently, shaking him.
His eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes and rolled over and leaned closer. Actually, something funny was he really had to lean closer to see her more clearly. He just didn't want to say anything.
You know, Fang had this thing. He never told anyone if he needed help. Even when he almost died from blood loss, he never told. That's why a little thing like working harder to see wasn't such a big deal.
"Morning." He said, and grabbed the back of her head to pull her in. Max almost leaned into it but then remembered the impending situation, and pushed him off the bed with a loud 'oomph.'
"What was that for?" He asked from the side of the bed hidden from the door. He began to sit up, but she shoved him back down.
"My mom is coming!" She whispered again, and his eyes flashed in alarm. Starting at the tips, he began to fade away, and he tucked himself under the bed.
"Max?" Her mom called from outside, trudging up the stairs in her slippers.
"Yeah Mom?" Max responded, pulling on a pair of plaid pants and kicking Fang's clothes under the bed.
"You up?" Dr. M walked into the room and saw Max sitting on her bed, hair mussed by sleep, (seemingly), and smiled. "You want breakfast?"
"Sure, Mom. Thanks. I'll be right down." Dr. M smiled, and left the room, coming down the stairs.
Max and Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and he slid out from under the bed, still invisible, and left the room. Max too left the room, and made her way downstairs.
Dr. M walked back into the kitchen and took a seat at the kitchen table.
"I think Max and Fang hang out in there so much, that even when he isn't there it still smells like that deodorant… Axe, isn't it?" Dr. M joked, but found herself looking at a serious Angel.
"DMom," Angel said, blue eyes peering through thick lashes, "Fang wears Old Spice, not Axe."