A/N: Another caveish Fax scene...
Disclaimer: I am not James Patterson and do not own Maximum Ride or any of its characters.
Flying. It's something that many dream about, something that makes their hearts ache in longing- the desire to break away, to be free. But let me tell ya- flying is wonderful and all, but it's not the big stress reliever everyone thinks it is. "If only I could just fly away, then all my problems would magically disappear..." Pssh, yeah right! Your problems follow you. Literally.
"Max," my number-one-problem said as he struggled to match my pace.
"Yes?" I responded. My voice gave away nothing.
"I need to talk to you." Wow, that was quite possibly the longest sentence I've ever heard him speak. Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but you get what I mean. This is Fang, the king of one-word answers.
"About?" I ask, making my tone sound disinterested, although I was a little curious as to see where this was heading.
"You and me," he said. He flew in front of me with a sudden burst of speed, effectively cutting me off. I nearly crashed into him. We were hovering now, separated by a few, mere inches. I felt his wings graze mine, sending a small shiver throughout my body.
Yeah, I forgot to mention- this is why he's number-one on the list of my seemingly endless array of problems. Our relationship? Well, it's kind of complicated. We're best friends, or should I say were? We were best friends, until it started getting… awkward. You see, I had seen him making out with this other girl. The Red-Haired Wonder. I have to admit, I didn't like it one bit. They were just so wrong for each other. I mean, I've known him my entire life, I know who's good for him, don't I? He's like my brother for God's sake. Am I not allowed to have protective, sisterly feelings? Its not like I liked him… or so I was trying to convince myself.
Anyways, Fang had seen me kissing Sam. (I know, shocker, right? Me and a guy- who ever would've guessed? It's not like I'm a lesbian or anything, I'm just more of a kick-Eraser-butt, not go-on-dates type of girl.) Apparently he didn't like seeing me with him either. So now he's convinced that both of us were jealous and secretly have feelings for each other. Come on, this is Fang we're talking about here. I mean, sure he's incredibly gorgeous and graceful and… crap. I did NOT just think that. I couldn't like him like that. Could I?
I found myself gazing into his deep brown, nearly black eyes as I drifted back into the present.
"Max," he began again. This time his voice was filled with a new emotion. A longing. (And no, not the I-wanna-get-in-your-pants kind of longing, but something sweeter, like I-hope-you-feel-the-same-way.)
I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. His eyes said it all. He moved closer still, carefully synchronizing his wings with mine. They ever so softly brushed my wings again, sending yet another round of shivers throughout my body. Without even realizing it, I was leaning in, closing my eyes… and then his lips were on mine. Fang.
And this time, I wasn't running away.
A/N: Ok, so I know this is kinda unoriginal, but I was having writers block on my other story, After (which, at this point I am continuing- sorry, it's been a while since I've updated it :). It started out as a poem, but that didn't work out at all, so it turned into this.
I'm not so sure I like the title... so if you have any ideas, please comment/pm me and let me know!
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