Note: If you can't tell, this is later that day.

Ch. 29 I'm so dizzy

I looked around sleepily, unable to think.

Trees. I see trees. And sky. I see sky too. Mmm, fly. Fly, sky. Ooh!

I sat up, not able to comprehend the flock's excitement. We were in a tree. A big tree. And the sky was around us. Not above. Around us. That's the beauty of being a bird. Um, kid. Bird kid. Yeah, you can see what birds see and have the capacity to enjoy it.

About ten seconds after it happened, I realized Fang had sat down next to me. He was looking at me intently, staring into my eyes.

"Yo," I said. He just blinked.

"Yooooooooo," I said again, stretching out the word. I sighed. I started to wonder if he was still human and not made of marble.

"Yo?" He just looked at me more, and I sighed again, getting annoyed.

"FANG!" I yelled, my voice ricocheting through the forest.

"Yes?" he answered quietly.

Oh.

I clutched my head and closed my eyes.

"Nowhere."

"What?" Fang's voice curled and waved, it crawled under my eyelids and gave me a picture of him. He sat there, looking at me in my mind's eye. When I opened my eyes, I saw almost the same thing as I did when I was imagining him.

"Voice is gone." The sunset was pretty, and it looked especially good from way up here. Bea- utee- full.

Fang didn't say anything, but turned his head back to the falling sun.

"You areeeee….qui-et." I told him. He looked at me and sighed.

"I'm just thinking." Yawning, I laid back down on my branch and sang.

"A- la la. Na la la la la." I smiled lazily at Fang. "I'm glad Mrs. Martinez is my mom. Maybe she'll sing a lullaby to me."

Fang looked at me again, and suddenly I couldn't take it.

"No, Fang. You are NOT just thinking. Don't you ever try to trick me like that, you LIAR!"

I wobbled and hung onto my branch, wrapping my arms around it and trying to keep steady. Apparently dizziness and mood swings were part of the side effects.

He looked a little hurt. Maybe. You can't tell on Fang, especially when you're woozy like I've been for the past three hours.

Fang gazed into my eyes like they were stars. Angry, moody, dizzy stars.

"I don't think you can handle what I'm thinking in your state right now." He said softly.

So, naturally, now I was curious.

"What is it?" I poked at him. "Tell me. I can handle." Fang raised his eyebrows at me.

"I'm Max, you can tell me!" I persisted, then changed tacks. "Fang, you tell me now, now, now. Or I will hurt you." I yawned right then, and Fang gave a look, like, 'Sure you will'. I pouted, and he told me something kind of Voice –ish.

"If you really are able to handle, you won't need me to tell you." I held in my breath and released it slowly.

"Okaaaaaaay." I blinked and looked into his dark eyes.

And you know what? He was right!

Everything I wanted to know was in his gaze. It was like I was looking into his mind. It was like I was Angel.

Ooh, creepy.

Fang had so much in his eyes. I wasn't exactly his eyes that told me, I guess. It was the memory of his eyes. I remembered…what was it? I didn't ever think I could tell so much about what someone was thinking through their eyes. I never could, until then. Just for a moment, Fang opened up.

This must be what I'm like to him.

His eyes betrayed him, and I remembered.

And then it was gone.

But I already knew all I needed to know.

"Oh!" I gasped, as if I had just come up from underwater. "Fang, I'm so sorry."

Note: Thanks for being so patient. I know I haven't been updating a lot, and I probably won't gain full speed again for a while. Sorry! For some reason, this annoying thing called 'school' keeps interefering. How dare it enter my world! And then this thing called 'life' keeps on interrupting my updates. Arrgh! Doesn't it know how important fanfiction is to the economy, to the world? Probably not, since neither is true.