This chapter is dedicated to smartblueladybug happy birthday! I don't own anything.
Dragging Moth back to camp was no easy feat. For someone who was so small she weighed a lot. Max held Moth's left arm, Briar held her right. In all truth they could've flown her but Briar wanted her to get frost bite. Moth began to moan softly. Briar kneed her in the head and the moaning stopped. Max found himself looking at her, taking her in. Choppy blond hair, bright green eyes, and a mischievous grin that always seemed to shadow her face even when she frowned.
Puck and Sabrina had flown to warn camp. Max wasn't sure where he stood with Briar. She seemed angry still but not really, just maybe exhausted. Briar looked up and Max turned his head.
"You know," She said. "I don't hate you."
"I know if you did, I'd have been being dragged through the forest like dear Ole Moth." Max replied.
"Max?"
"Yeah?"
"You're taller than you were when I met you, you know?" Max gulped he felt himself reddening. A strange tingling was growing in his stomach. Yes, Max had realized his pants shortening and his shirts getting tighter. Worst of all were the thoughts. Thoughts of … girls or a particular girl.
"Yes." Said Max in a hoarse voice.
"You're an everafter you don't grow up!" Briar exclaimed.
"Puck did."
"But Puck was in love with my mom. So he grew up. You don't grow up unless you're in love." Max waited hoping she would catch on. He didn't want to say it out loud. Briar looked at him and her jaw dropped. Briar was turning pink.
"You don't mean…" Briar began.
"Yes I do mean." Max said, dropping Moths arm, He strode over to Briar so they were inches apart. "I am in love with you, Briar Grimm." Briar didn't move she stood frozen Max was afraid he pushed it too far.
"Then why were you such a jerk when we um… kissed." Briar said.
"Well, after that I felt something change like a click. You had flown away in angst or whatever and I felt my pants shorten. And I knew I was growing up. I guess I was scared." Max said. "But I'm not anymore." A smirk grew at Briar's mouth.
"Just because you're not afraid anymore doesn't mean I forgive you, does it?" Briar said with coolness to her voice. Max paled, he thought he was going to vomit. She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
"It totally does." She whispered. She looked down and pushed away from Max. "Max, Moth's gone!"
"What a sweet moment." Peter hissed, Moth giggled. Briar launched into action against Peter clawing at his face. Max tackled Moth before she could take off. Briar threw something through the air to Max. He swiped his hand through the hair and caught it—a ring. Peter had taken advantage he was above Briar now. She grabbed his wrists and kneed him several times in the stomach.
Max thrust the ring on to Moth's finger, her eyes snapped wide open. Moth began shake and stopped completely petrified.
With each knee Briar said something. "Liar. Traitor. Turn coat. Benedict Arnold. Spy. Jerkazoid." She began to punch him in the face, blood streamed down his face, and Max swore he saw Peter spit a tooth out.
"Toss me the handcuffs out of my bag!" Briar yelled to Max even though he had no idea why she had them he did as he was told. Briar slapped the cuffs on Peter. "You are now a prisoner of Camp Charming." Peter tried to grab the key out of her hands with his cuffed hands. Briar put the key in her mouth and gulped it down.
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