Computer
Click, click, tap, tap.
Fang was typing in an abnormal rate.
Well you should expect that from a human-avian hybrid.
What was he writing?
No one knew, and he had no plans to tell anybody.
He heard the door close, as Max entered.
'What are you writing?' she asked him.
For the first time since he turned on the computer he looked up.
That was a mistake.
Her beautiful bright shinning eyes met his, and his sarcastic answer got stuck in his throat, his defenses melted.
What could he do against the lure of her beauty?
He had to, he needed to!
He told her.
Reluctantly, he looked back at his screen, pretending to continue writing.
But he didn't. He couldn't!
He had just lost in a fight. LOST! Such an ugly word. He had never lost before.
Why was he having these feelings towards Max?
What makes her smile so special?
He sighed and turned off the computer.
a/n: That was my attempt at a fax...
It started out as just a title. My friend (israeli-american) and I decided on a topic and we both wrote about it, then we compared notes (that was fun you should try it too).