Well, finals are done so I can write more often as I have no social life and will wittle away the hours in front of the computer screen. Who knows, this story may even develop some sort of plot! (gasp!)

I'd like to say thanks to the people- O' Future Ruler Maria Larry, Running to Stand Still, Adam's-Song 182, and roughdiamond5 -who offered up songs. On Monday though, I became addicted to The Kooks (if you haven't heard of them, look them up RIGHT NOW. Before you even read this chapter.) and I will be using one of their songs due to the inspiration I obtained from it.

Disclaimer: Maximum Ride has been disclaimed.

P.S. Yay! Look at all those reviews!

I never thought we'd come this far
But then how we come that far
And I won't let them in
Cause she's my lover and not my friend

-Be Mine, The Kooks

Fang POV(A/N Surprised? So am I. I kept arguing with myself about whether to do this. But roughdiamond5's review convinced me)(A/N2 This is basically the last chapter in his POV.)(A/N3 By now you're probably thinking 'get on with the chapter already lady.' I promise this is the last one before it starts. I've decided that since Fang is so quiet, he over thinks everything.)

I watched Max while she was sleeping. Yeah, I know that sounds all creepy and stalkerish but she's pretty when she sleeps. Not that she isn't when she's awake but when she's asleep she doesn't have that perma-worry crease on her forehead. She has this sort of peaceful little smile instead. The sunlight was starting to fan over her face and she let out a small grunt and ran a hand over her eyes. She squinted into the light for a second before rolling over, pulling the blanket over her head. I couldn't help but laugh. She threw the blanket off and sat up, glaring at me. I was sitting Indian-style at the other end of her bed.

"What are you laughing at?" She croaked. I'm sure she meant for it to sound harsh but it came out as a croaky squeak. I smirked at the sound.

"You," I said. She scowled at me. It was really more cute and adorable then it was pissed and angry. I sat next to her head. "You know you love me," I joked. It felt good to tease her. I knew that if she weren't so crabby now she would appreciate me even letting her in, behind the barrier I liked to put up. It's really just self-defense. After all those years of getting hurt by the people you thought you could trust, you feel the need to protect yourself.

"No I don't. You're and evil, evil person who just has the benefit of being a pretty boy," she grouched. Now, I realize her tongue has been loose around me of late (in more ways than one) but, come on, a pretty boy? I am not a pretty boy. Pretty implies being delicate and well, clean and I can only shower when I can find one which isn't really too often.

"Pretty boy!?" I practically yelled. This is outrageous. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. This is Max's "I have an idea that's going to piss Fang off but will humor me," face.

"Yes. A pretty boy," she said pragmatically.

"Pretty boy!" I repeated. "I am not a pretty boy." She grinned making the room a little brighter.

"Oh, so you're an ugly boy?" What? No! I felt my face heat up a little.

"Well, no but I'm not pretty."

"Why not? If you're not pretty, then you're ugly." What kind of twisted logic is that? What happened to the in between?

"No. I can be handsome or... I don't know, hot or whatever. Guys can't be pretty." Damn straight.

"Yes they can!" She argued. Grrrrr.

"Well, I'm not one of them." She laughed. It was infuriating.

"Yes, you are." Oh. My. God.

"I am not!" She got this defiant look on her face that I recognized from when we were fighting Erasers.

"Did we go to the same school while we were at Anne's? You would be considered a pretty boy. JJ told me so." So, I didn't have anything against JJ before but now, I hate her. She is the reason for these shenanigans.

"Well, that's one person's opinion." She chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at her. I saw a flash of fear on her face before jumping up form the bed. I jumped up after her.

"Now, Fang. Let's not do anything that you'll regret later," she pleaded. I felt the evil grin taking over my face. I won't regret it one bit. She seemed to realize that by the look on my face.

"I don't think I'll regret it." If I really felt like it I would've laughed maniacally. She made a beeline for the door but I made it there before she could. I locked it and pinned her to the bed. I straddled her hips and ran the tips of my fingers along her stomach. She knew what I was going to do.

"Please don't," she said, even though I knew she had given up the fight. I tickled her. She was trying to contain her giggles but they came out as these demented snorts. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrists and rolled herself on top of me. She seemed to be having a little difficulty breathing. I wondered if I were the reason. The thought made me happy. I stared at her as she tried to breathe evenly.

"Now that you have gained control, what do you plan on doing with it?" I asked.

"I'm going to talk. We can't spend all day in here again." Why not?

"Why not?" I whined. I liked it in here what was wrong with here? She laughed. Probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Honestly, so was I.

"Because! We just can't." My lip jutted out in an involuntary pout. What was I, six? I saw a flash of something in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed my lower lip. I was just about to lean into her but she pulled back. "We can't. If we start then I'll be tempted to stay," she scolded.

"Exactly! You want to stay. I know you want to kiss me. Why fight it?" I said cheerfully.

"Your judgment is blinded by hormones and can't be trusted," she said. I wasn't having that.

"Please? It'll be fun," I sing-songed. I was going to crack her shell.

"No!" I was so winning. I put my hands on her hips.

"Come on." I slowly started to pull her towards me.

"Last time I let you kiss me we were in here for hours and I didn't even realize it. It's not going to happen again." She didn't even realize what was happening 'til I touched my nose to hers. "Fang," she hissed. I ignored her and kissed her. She leaned into me after a few seconds of inner debate (I know because she purses her lips when she's arguing with herself.). After a while that wasn't long enough, she pulled back. "We should stop," she whispered. Because she whispered it I knew she didn't really mean it. I sat up so that our noses were touching again.

"Why?" I asked. Why now? Is she trying to torture me?

"Shouldn't they be worrying what's wrong with us by now?" Of course. The flock was always her main priority. She should worry about herself once in a while.

"They can do without us," I argued.

"But I don't want them to wor-," I cut her off with a kiss. She needed to relax and I wanted to be the one to help her do it.

"They'll be fine. Iggy can handle them. Besides, I haven't even heard them get up yet."

"When they do get up Iggy will probably tell them what we're doing," she mumbled darkly. I started to nibble on her neck. I liked to nibble on her neck because I could smell her hair form there. She smelled like bubble gum. (A/N So he says in his blog)

"No he won't. If he tells, he won't have leverage. That's all he really wants," I mumbled into her neck. Come on, Max. Give in already.

"That makes me feel better," she breathed sarcastically. Yes, Max. That's right. Just come to Fang. (Insert evil laugh here). I chuckled and kissed her again.

"It'll be fine," I assured her. We kissed as long as she would allow.

Woah. That's the longest chapter I've ever written. Phew. I'm wiped out. -collapses on keyboardhjjhhh-

Tell me if there should be more Fang POV.

Peace and Love and Blissful Kisses with a Constant Inner-Monologue,

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