Wow! I can't believe i am actually updating! i would've updated a million times faster but i made a critical error that wouldnt let me type in my story, oops :) well, since i know that you guys are here mostly for my story and not for these author notes, i'll let you get on with it :D
And speak of the devil, there he was.
I looked down at dark, tall, and silent. He was leaning back against the stair's rail way, crossing his arms.
Ok Max, I mentally told myself, breathe in deeply, and whatever you do, DON'T trip!
Somehow, I made it down the stairs without tripping and landing square on my face. I sat down on the last step, with much precaution- I so did not want Fang to get a peek from under my skirt... not that he'd try, but still. Once I was sitting I looked up at Fang. When had he gotten so tall?
"What's up?" I asked. Then I chided myself, what's up? Nice Max, that's all you could think of?
Sighing, he sat down besides me. "Max," he started, "I think we need to talk." Wow, short and to the point.
I looked down at my shoes, "about?" He turned to look me in the eye, I just kept rubbing at a stain on my converse. I had refused to wear the strappy sandals, for safety issues of course.
"Us," he whispered gently, as if afraid that I would run at the sound of those two letters put together. And you know what? He was right! I was such a freaking coward when it came to me, Fang, and the verb love. Yeah, sure I had kissed him first. Yeah sure, we had kissed a second time. If things kept going at this rate, any second now, I would be getting the next kiss. But what scared me the most, I was kinda hoping for it.
I cleared my throat, then I said, "What's there to talk about?" I still didn't look up at him.
Sighing once more he started to speak slowly, as if considering his words with utter precaution, "Max, for some time now, I have been feeling strange. I have these feelings that I've never had before... and I honestly don't know what to do with them. Sure, you must be thinking, what does this have to do with you? But that's the main point Max, this has everything to do with you. I know where you stand on the topic of us being together-" I couldn't help blushing a deep red, "- but, I need to tell you that, I think I'm in-"
"Aren't you guys hungry?" Mom called from the kitchen, "I called for you to come to eat a while ago!" Suddenly you could here different sets of steps running all over the house and towards the kitchen.
"Would look at that, I'm really hungry, and Mom just called us to go and eat," I said, jumping up instantly, and walking away as fast as I could without having it called running. The skirt billowed out behind me slightly.
"Max, wait!" Fang called from behind me.
"Look Fang, I know what you want to say is extremely important, but you know how I get on and empty belly. How 'bout this? Tell me sometime later, I'll be thinking more clearly, I promise." I reached up into the cupboard for whatever plate was the highest, wanting an excuse for not having to look up at Fang.
He didn't say anything but I could still hear his quiet breathing. He came up behind me, I could feel his body radiating heat agaisnt my back, shocking me in place. Effortlessly he reached for a two plates, handed me one and kept the other one to himself. Then I heard his footsteps exit the room.
"Fang, bro, check out the salsa Dr- Mom made!" I could here Iggy exclaim. "It's spicy!" Then all you could hear was the laughter of everyone. Except mine... or Fang's. Typical.
Ugh! I wanted to kick myself! What was wrong with me? I mean, I wanted Fang and I to just keep being friends, yet, deep within me, I knew that I wanted something much more than that. I could feel a gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach. Ok, so maybe I wanted him more desperately than I thought.
Sulking, I walked into the dining room, feeling emptier than the plate in my hands.
"Oh my God Max! You have to try Mom's salsa! Iggy had to drink like 4 whole glasses of water to kill the burn!" Nudge said, then looked at me curiously. Quickly I put on a smile and looked at Iggy with what I hoped, was an amused look.
"Is that so?" I asked. God, the words sounded so weird in my mouth, hollowish.
Gazzy then let one rip. I wasn't sure if I was disgusted or relieved, cause all the attention went to him. I sneaked a look at Fang. He was looking down at his food, cutting up the enchiladas with his fork, the way he was looking down, and the way his lips were ever so slightly tightened was an instant give away.
Fang! I thought, I'm so sorry. I want you, I really do, just, please don't give up hope on me... somehow, it's all going to fall into place.
"Max, I just finished speaking to Jeb," Mom said as she entered the living room. "He wants you to come over tomorrow night."
I looked up at her from the TV. "Sure," I said, trying to put a smile on my face, "Why not?" I'll tell you why not, because he was a traitor! That's why! And once a traitor, always a traitor! But I told Mom that I was going to go, and I always kept my word. Most of the time. Suddenly I felt someone tug at my hand.
"Max, I'm tired, and Angel has already fallen asleep on the chair over by Gazzy, and look, he's asleep too," Nudge mumbled, she was so sleepy that she started swaying dangerously. I looked over at the two littlest members of the flock, and sure enough, they were asleep.
"Fang," I whispered so I wouldn't wake them up, "Help me with Gazzy." As I paused the movie we were watching, I watched him silently get up, and silently get The Gasman in his strong arms, which flexed, proving my point, and start to trudge up the stairs, silently of course. I walked over to Angel and hugging her to my body, I started to climb the stairs after Fang. Being the only one left, Iggy just helped Nudge up the stairs.
Once the youngest half of the flock were tucked in, Iggy told us that he was gonna turn in too.
"Do you want to go down and finish watching the movie?" Fang asked quietly. I debated it silently in my head. We were at the good part of the movie, yet Fang I were going to be left alone... in the dark... alone... without anyone at least 20 feet near... did I mention alone? I looked over at him, as if the answer would be revealed by him, and I found myself absorbed into those black holes he has for eyes. I mumbled something incoherent, and started to make my way towards the living room, Fang behind me.
Once at the living room we each took a seat on opposite sides of the living room. Then we finished watching the movie. I got up and straightened out my body, a huge yawn escaping my mouth. Fang smirked at me.
"What?" I asked, peering at him throught the darkness of the living room.
"No nothing," he said, shaking his head, yet the smirk never left his lips.
Everything was silent between us for a good 15 minutes. It was awkward to say the least.
"So..." I ventured. Fang looked up at me, as if he'd been deep in thought. Apparently, it had only been awkward for me. Thanks Fang. "You do know that we are going to go see Jeb tomorrow night, right?"
"You don't sound to happy about it," he said, stating the obvious.
"Does it matter?" I plopped down on the couch, besides Fang.
"Considering that you are Maximum Ride, yes, it does," he said.
"Wow, no monosyllable phrases," I observed, bumping his shoulder lightly with my own.
His lips twitched ever so slightly. I smiled, that was the closest of a smile from Fang. I sighed. "Well, considering my mom asked me to go..."
"You don't want to disappoint her," he stated.
"You know me too well, so why do you ask?" I wondered, getting lost in his gaze, again.
"Maybe," he whispered,"because this is the only way to have a conversation with you... one that I don't end up messing things up in..."
"Fang, don't say that," I whispered back. He just looked at me. I gulped, still not breaking eye contact. Was it me or was gravity pulling us closer to one another. "Umm," I whispered, forgetting completely what I was about to say...
"Yes?" he whispered, mere inches away from my lips. I looked into the darkness of his eyes, feeling like I could drown in them, if I wasn't already.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," I whispered, shocked I had spoken those words.
"Thank you," he murmured, our noses were now practically touching.
My brain slowly went off its shift, leaving my subconscious to do its job.
Kiss him... Don't kiss him... What are you waiting for? Kiss him... Max, stop before this gets any more reckless... Kiss him!... I felt as if someone was murmuring into my ear, my head, and my heart.
Not even I knew what I should do. That, ladies and gentlemen, is when even you know you should be commited.
Fang shifted in his seat, so that instead of sitting at my side, he hovered over me, as my back pressed against the couch. One of his hands was resting against the back of the couch, the other on my hip. My hands? Oh, they were stuck in place at my side, not knowing if to bury themselves into Fang's hair or shove him away. As I stared up into Fang's eyes, a neighbor turned his porch lights on, bathing the living room in a surreal glow, yet making sharp shadows from the furniture. He gently lowered himself to me. His lips roamed over my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my neck, where he would place a kisses so softly, that my skin went into a frenzy and a shiver ran down my back. I felt Goosebumps form over my skin.
"Fang," I whispered, not sure what to tell him.
"Don't say anything," he whispered back. Mind reader much?
I felt his lips roam back onto my cheeks. Then slowly, at the corner of my lips, he placed a light kiss.
"I'm confused," I finally whispered.
Sighing, he sat back down. I couldn't bare to look at him. He reached for my hand and stared at it, turning it over in his own. He traced the lines on my hand with his finger and said, "I understand," then got up and walked away.
After about a minute I could hear one of the upstairs bedroom door open and shut. I hated how he understood me when even I didn't.