Fang's P.O.V
Landing gracefully into Dr. M's front yard with Max in my arms, I knew she still felt queasy. I walked up to the door and hit the doorbell with my elbow.
"Didn't she give you a key?" Max asked quietly.
"Gave it to Iggy," I replied apologetically.
Her head lolled against my chest. She tried her hardest to keep it up, but it looked as though it were heavy. It was a bit frightening seeing her so weak. I forgot what it looked like most of the time. She was
so limp in my arms. It felt like I was cradeling one of Angel's ragdolls.
"Hey, don't strain yourself," I ordered.
"Yessir," she said in a slurred voice.
"Are you okay?" I asked for what must've been the millionth time tonight.
"Dandy, just dandy. Have you ever noticed dandy is like dandy- lion? Lion. Roar," she giggled.
... What the Hell?
"Uh, Max? You okay?" I asked uneasily.
"Roar," she nodded.
"O-kay," I rang the doorbell again.
"Why is the sky so dark, Fang?" she asked as though she were in awe.
I rang the doorbell three times in a row. C'mon Dr. M, where are you when I need you? You're always at home bugging me about my wardrobe choices and my social skills, and then when I'm out
here with your daughter that I happen to be in love with who just barfed on me and you're not here? Seriousley?
"She's not here," Max pouted.
God that looked adorable. She's so agressive that I forget how cute she is for a bit. I'm lying. She looks good all the time. But when she looks this peaceful, whoa.
"I bet you she's having fun. She's probably living the toilet dream," Max sighed, as if she were remembering something.
"The toilet dream?" I asked, wondering what she was talking about.
"Yes, yes," she waved me off, "The toilet quote. The toilet is telling me I need to have fun in life! I need love."
"Love?" I ask quietly, not daring to get my hopes up.
"Yeah! Love the life you live! That's what the toilet said to do!" she yawned.
Dreams dashed, I set Max down on the bench the Martinez's kept on their porch.
"Stay here," I ordered. She gave me a soft smile, and I said, "I mean it."
"Okey doke artichoke," she sighed.
I flew up beside the house and checked all the windows. Moving up and down, side to side, I pulled with all my might. With no luck. Cursing, I landed down on the porch. Where there was no sight of
Max.
!#$
"Max?" I called out loudly, not bothering to disguise my terror.
"Fang," a voice behind me.
Max will tell you later that I squealed. I am not denying this. I am simply stating that when someone comes up behind you and presses their ice cold hands to a death grip around your neck, you tend to
let out a scared noise. Mine was a little on the squeaky side.
She, of course, doubled over laughing, guess she wasn't sick enough to stop bothering me.
"Y-you're face!" she snickered.
"We can't get in," I sighed
She plopped down on the bench, "That's okay. Why would I want to miss a night like this."
I followed her gaze up to the night sky. It was nice, but it wasn't as if I hadn't seen it millions of times before. We often flew in it after all.
"Since when do you stargaze?" I asked.
"Since I need to love my life," she smiled.
I sat beside her on the bench and stared up at the night sky, "I guess it is kinda cool."
"Kinda cool?" she turned to face me in disbelief.
I nodded.
"That's like saying you're kinda the best," she snorted, "When obviousley you are and so much more. There are a million ways to say it."
I gawked.
"That's what the sky is like," she blushed.
We sat quietly for a bit longer, staring at the sky. I took of my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. She was about to shrug it off, but I stopped her.
"You're sick. It's cold. Love the life you live," I ordered.
"Love the life I live," she repeated sweetly.
"Yeah. Is that like, your mantra now?"
"Yup. The toilet said so, so it must be true."
"You really are sick, aren't you?" I chuckled.
"You have no idea," she grinned.
She leaned against me and made herself comfortable. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing slowed. Closing my eyes myself, I must've drifted off as well because when I opened them again, Dr.
M was standing in front of me jangling keys. Reaching out, I held the keys tightly.
"Might wake Max up," I whispered.
She smiled and opened the door.
I picked up Max again, and passed Dr. M to the stairs. I climbed the stairs as I felt her eyes on me. I kicked open the door to her room and laid her down on the bed and gently pulled her duvet over
her. I kissed her forehead firmly, and she stirred.
"Fang?"
"Shhh. Night, Max."
"Night. Love you," she turned on her side and brought her thumb to her mouth.
I smiled. She never really had stopped sucking her thumb, I remember when- LOVE YOU?
I looked down at her, "Love you Max."
I closed the door behind me and started off for my room, but walked straight into Dr. Martinez.
"That was just"- I started to explain.
"Fang, you don't need to explain," she smiled that embarassingly knowing smile that I think only moms can do.
"Really, it was just"-
"Ella called and said you took her home. Thank you," she said, "For always taking care of her," she swallowed, "When I can't."
She rushed off to her room leaving me in the hall feeling awkward. I finally crashed onto my bed and was swalloweed by sleep.
What do you think? Was it easier reading like that? R&R?
Xoxo,
Doom