I'm upset. Why, I shall not tell you right now. Maybe later.
"I love you," There were those 3 words again. Was I dreaming?
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was in the girl's side of the room, and Fang was straightening himself. Light was shining mutely through the windows. Early morning, I'd say.
"Morning," He whispered. The smile on his lips was mesmerizing. Simply amazing.
The clock behind him read 6 o'clock, and already my day was looking up compared to last night. Last night…
"You carried me in here?"
"Yeah, I figured you would be more comfortable in your own bed,"
I blushed, "You're probably right."
"Aren't I always?"
I gave him a serious look, "No," He probably would have believed I was serious, until the smile I was trying to hide gave it away.
Pushing my shoulder with a look of mock disgust on his face, Fang leaned in to kiss me. No words can even describe the sensation I felt being so close to him.
Finally, Fang roughly broke away and rested his forehead on mine. Both of his dark eyes were closed, and his breathing was a little ragged.
Taking my hands in his, he said, "Max, you have a lot on your mind, a lot on your plate," Where was he going with this? "I think it would be… beneficial… if we went on another… date?" He ended with a question, and I smiled widely. He was so cute when he was nervous.
"Another date? The last one ended in gun fire, remember? Who's to say that won't happen again?"
"We'll just have to wing it," He paused, "Pun fully intended." A smile that reached his eyes shined bright and I swear I was almost blinded.
"I guess…" I trailed off mischievously, "It's a date,"
~Later~
Lately, all of the joy and fun has been replaced by fear and rage. First, Chu captured my mom, and the government wouldn't let us rescue her until we had the proper training. That pushed my buttons. Then, I started to have these intensely terrifyingly real nightmares that haunted me every night. You can say that I was a little on edge.
Until my first official, official, date with Fang. The first one, that was a last minute, "Hey, I don't want to have dinner with Brigid, so why not go out with Max?" kind of thing. This, this was a real date. No loopholes. No worrying about rescuing someone the next day, or going mad in a tin can submarine. Nope. Just me and Fang and the satisfaction of getting him all to myself for the evening. If anyone asks, that sentence never came up.
Swimming in the ocean is great, let me tell you. Now compare that to lying on the beach, soaking up the sun, and laughing with Fang. I think the latter is better. Actually, strike that. The latter is better.
Sure, in the water we splashed each other and acted like little kids, but that's more fun with actual little kids messing with around too. But lying on the beach, that's what mature teenagers do to get that extra ounce of sun time in with the date.
Well, mature until one of the teenager's dumps a huge bucket of mucky sand and water down the other one's back. Then, you're acting like little kids again. It's always nice to have a good balance between mature and immature, though, at least in my rule book. That would be why I currently had Fang's head under my arm, wrestling him like when we were younger. Of course Fang can easily overpower me, so I ended up being the one with my arms pinned above my head.
I am not good at being overpowered, okay? So when Fang grips my arms with one hand and tickle tortures me with the other, I do not take it well. At all.
I somehow manage to free myself from Fang's death grip. Something washes over me and I leap onto his back. Attempt to at least. For some reason I figured that if I jump over him, I can manage to reach his back and shoulders. Not a chance.
He catches me in mid air, which is harder than it sounds, and the sudden change in weight thrusts him backwards. Slowly, we reach the ocean and crash into it, him back first and me head first. A very Dirty Dancing showcase, if you ask me.
I take a large swallow of salty water without thinking and reach the surface gagging. As Fang and I slowly get over our coughing fits, my adrenaline level reduces again. One minute, I was on high alert, trying to basically kill my best friend, and the moment I hit the water, the want to attack is gone. There is definitely something screwy going on behind the scenes.
"What was that?" Fang almost yelled.
My simple shrug doesn't seem to be the answer he's looking for. "Were you really trying to kill me for tickling you?"
"Something just came over me!" I reasoned, "I went into attack mode without any warning whatsoever. As soon as we hit the water, everything was normal again. I felt normal again."
"What's happening to us?" He asks, searching my eyes for the answer.
"I don't know."
"Well quite frankly, neither do I. Maybe it's best if we lay off for a little while. Take some time to learn who are friends are and who the real enemy is." Fang checks to make sure no one is looking and spreads his wings, "Which am I, Max?"
"You're my best friend."
"Then why'd you try to attack me? Why would you attack your best friend, Max?"
"I don't know! I wish I had the answer, but I don't! There's something going on… something is wrong with me." I swear I'm close to dropping down on my knees and begging for him to stay.
Fang doesn't respond. Instead, he runs forward and takes off, his wings sailing through the air with grace and power.
"Tell me when you figure it out, Max. Until then… I'll see you around the flock." He yells from above.
When I can no longer see him, I sink to my knees and whisper,
"But you love me,"
Awe. So sad. But very important to the plot.
In a review, someone asked if I could focus a little more on the daytime, not all on the night and Max's nightmares. So I did. It worked out perfectly.
And speaking of reviewing, that's what you should do. You should totally review. It would make my day. Pretty please! *Sniffle* Pretty please with a cherry on top? Better yet, pretty please with any MR character you choose on top? Come on, you know you want to. Go ahead… fulfill your desire (and mine). Review!
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