A/N: So sorry that it's short, guys! I just thought that it was a good place to end it, so, yeah. I did. RnR? I'd appreciate it!
I do not own Maximum Ride, as I've said before.
Also, big shout-out to NothingLastForever and inked in for their support on this 'fic! Thanks, y'all!
Dylan POV
Dylan heard the door to his shared room creak open, and quickly squinted his eyes almost shut. He watched as a brown-haired girl with red and blond streaks crept into the room, concern filling her motherly gaze. Ah, Max, Dylan thought a tad ruefully, why can't you see how perfect we are together?
Dylan watched silently as Max's chocolate gaze drifted to his form. She turned to move on, but then her head snapped back, like she could see through his act. Dylan quickly made his breathing deep and even, how it would be were he really asleep. He barely contained his relieved sigh as Max's gaze alighted on Gazzy, who had been brokenly staring at a cream-colored wall for hours on end.
He watched through blond bangs as Max took the Gasman into her arms and murmured in his ear. Amazed, Dylan saw Gazzy's head nod off onto Max's shoulder. He'd tried to get Gazzy to fall asleep for an hour, and then he'd given up. Here Max was, and within five minutes, the little blondie was out like a light!
A muffled sob broke through Dylan's reverie. His head snapped towards that of the only bird girl in the room. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she was placing Gaz on his pull-out bed stiffly, like moving suddenly hurt. Completely baffled, Dylan watched her crumple to the rough carpeted floor, body tucked in the fetal position.
Suddenly, Max sobbed out a name that sounded sort of like 'Famg.' Red rage spilled through Dylan's vision, tumbling like a wave about to break over unsuspecting innocents. She's still crying over Fang? He thought angrily, feeling like he could just fly out of this hotel and knock the asshole out of the air. What was freaking wrong with him, that he'd leave the most perfect girl on Earth, Maximum Ride? The most beautiful, tough, kind girl that had ever lived? Dylan shook his head, disgusted.
Another choked sob rent itself from Max's throat. Dylan's angered ebbed as quickly as it had come, watching the girl whom he loved most in the world cry her heart out.
Silent as the wind, or, more appropriately, an owl, he went to her and touched her shoulder lightly.
The blond teenager felt a jolt go through his fearless leader before she relaxed into his arms, crying ending after a moment.
"Thanks," Max mumbled at him, her chocolate eyes holding his blue for the briefest of moments, making him feel like his heart was going to explode. And then, to make his heart even fuller, she leaned down, and she kissed his cheek.
She got up and brushed off her bloody and grimy jeans, and headed back into her room.
"Night, Dylan." She said without looking back, leaving him hungrily memorizing her winged back. If he hadn't been so focused on her, Dylan never would have heard her next words. And he wouldn't have done what he did. But he did hear her, and what he heard made his so recently bursting heart break.
And the reason was simple. She'd said, "You'll never be Fang."
And Dylan knew that he never, ever, ever would.