Author's Note: Okay, okay, I know, it's taking me a loooooooooong time to update. I'm sorry! My mom is going to school for nursing, leaving me to clean our house...a 100+ year old house. I am forced to care for my siblings from the moment I wake up (about 8:30 am) to almost 4 pm. I am stuck with more chores than I care to list, leaving me very little time to write. I take care of a house that contains six people, five cats, and a dog! ACK! I work every weekend (which is when I used to do my writings...) and I am trying desperately to finish up this huge project for school...and I don't even have it half done. I still have like, four-six interviews, a report, and a visual to get done! So please, be patient...I don't mean to take so long with my updates. I read some, then reread it while I get a vague idea of what Fang might think there, then go back and read it again as I write some complete thoughts down. Then I reread what I've written down, try and improve it, and go back and forth between what I've written and what the book says, trying to make sure that I have what I want from one particular section. It generally takes several hours to write one of my chapters. When I type it all out, there's the reading of what I've written, (again) looking back through the chapters that I've used, then typing what I want, only partially sticking to what I've written down...so what I post is almost nothing like what I've written down in my trusty notebook. It's hard. There's also the fact that I had a hard time thinking up what I think Fang would think when it came to the kiss. You see...it's been a while since I was fourteen. I don't even remember what I thought at that age, let alone what a fourteen year old boy who just got his first kiss would think. It was hard...but I think I may have gotten it. Yes, he's prolly really OOC, but ya know what, I don't really care. ... ... ... Okay, so I do, but I got so frustrated, that this will have to do...so here ya go. The sixth chapter of my story.

Disclaimer:
Fang: --sighs audibly-- I can't believe she forces me into this every time...it's so...not right. I think you guys know that she doesn't own any of this. Don't sue her...she has no money.
Lovie: --squeals in delight-- LOOK FANG! I FOUND A QUARTER!
Fang: ...okay, she has a quarter. What can you get for a quarter?

Random Quote:

I'm saying that I'd rather kiss you than die! It's a compliment!
-Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender
(now one of my new fav. Shows...it's so cute!)

Chapter Six: Fang's thoughts on...the kiss

Holy crap. Holy freaking crap. Max kissed me. Max freaking kissed me! It was...wow. Short? Yes. Unexpected? Definitely! Bad for the littler members of the flock to see? Oh, most definitely...but that didn't make it any less enjoyable. But I must say that it was amazing, even though it was so short. I wasn't going to let her see that I enjoyed it though. I mean, what if it was all a giant mistake? One big accident of sorts? What if the Erasers found out the way that she might feel about me? They could use us against each other. All the little doubts began to pour into my exhausted brain, making me doubt even my intentions.

"Ow," I said, touching my cut lip in an attempt to hide my thoughts. Hiding the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed the brief, completely random-and probably accidental-act of affection. Of course, I was also trying to both keep and rid my mind of the feeling of her lips pressed to my own. (Did that make any sense whatsoever? ...didn't think so.) I could do little more than stare at Max as she blushed, making her look...cute. Okay, I know...it sounds funny, me saying the word 'cute.' It's even weirder when used in relation to Max and how she looks. I could feel Gazzy and Nudge staring at us, but I was stumped as to what to do at that moment. The little doubts continued to plague my brain as I vainly tried to figure out what the heck I should do, and figure out what it meant.

I sat up slowly. Emphasis on the word 'slowly.' Yes, it had hurt when I tried to spit my tooth out, and yes it hurt when Max kissed me. But let me tell you, those were nothing compared to what I was feeling now. My head ached horribly. I mean, I had a massive migraine coming on, and the scratches on my face from Ari's claws stung. My arms and legs felt like they had been encased in concrete, but I managed to move them. I was so stiff...and I didn't like it.

"Man," I said, trying not to sound like a human in pain...it didn't work quite as well as I had hoped it would. I coughed, and really wished I hadn't. "This feels pretty bad." I stood up, almost falling back on my rear end a couple times, and took the water Angel brought over for me. Rinsing out my mouth, I felt Max's eyes on me, calculating how injured I was, if I would be able to move a long ways for very long. She was scared, and I had caused it. Well, I had help from Ari, but it didn't lessen my anger any. And boy was I mad. Mad at the person-no, the thing-that caused this worry inside Max and my injuries. Ari. That demented wolf-kid was going down.

"I'm going to kill Ari." ...crap. I couldn't keep all the anger out of my voice, but that didn't seem to phase the flock all that much...they looked about as upset as I felt. He was going down. Next time, I meant it. Well, I meant it before too, but next time, I'd make sure of it. He was as good as burnt toast.

We flew back to Manhattan that night, and I was so glad that it wasn't as far away as I thought it was. I wouldn't have been able to make it without a good six hour rest otherwise.

"You macho thing, you," Max said to me after we landed in Central Park. I was tired, but I didn't want to worry her more than she already was.

"That's me," I replied, and looked at her, still trying to decipher the meaning behind...it. (It is...the Kiss. It's so strange writing/saying/thinking 'the kiss' so I think that it works better. I don't feel as weird writing it as I do 'the kiss.' So I'm just going to refer to it as it from now on...okay? Hope so, because if you don't like it, tough.) Max blushed again, and turned away so she missed the smile that I flashed in her direction. Oh well.

"Are you really okay, Fang?" Nudge asked, and I felt a pang of guilt. Here I was, worried about how Max was coping, and the entire flock was worried about how I was holding up. Curse my one track mindedness. I was doting completely upon how Max felt about the whole Ari-kicking-my-butt scene...and I should have been thinking about what the flock felt.

"I'm cool," I said, trying to reassure everyone. "Flying really helped loosen me up some." ...yeah, I was about as loose as all the animals in Central Park Zoo.

"Look, let's find a place to hunker down, catch some Zs, and then take another shot at the Institute. We've got to figure it out-we can't stop now. Right, guys?" Max said, and I think she was trying to be optimistic. Not really a good thing for her at times like this. Usually that meant she was worrying about something else, and she was putting on a show to make us all feel better. Nudge and Gazzy went on and bought the act, saying how they wanted to find their parents. But me, I just wanted to go back to the days before the Erasers found us. To go home in Colorado and act like nothing like this had happened. Just like the years after Jeb left us. Yes, it was hard at times, but back then, the worst thing going for us was who would gain control of the remote that evening. Those were the days that I wanted back. Those were the days that I felt actually really safe. Those were the days...

Author's note: Okay, really short again...but that's about all that I have written out right now. Oh well. You guys shall live until my next update...right? Please? Don't die from anticipation! That would kill me, and nobody would get to find out what he thinks next! ACK! Meh, oh well...until next time! And please, drop a line and gimmie a review! ...not to sound needie or demanding or anything...--grins and hugs quarter-- I'll give you a cookie! ...that i'll buy with my quarter! --looks at quarter skeptically, then pockets it-- ...or my mommy's quarter!