Thanks TheyCallMeHeartBreaker for the idea
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Fang ran the idea through his head. Everything was bound to go right.
Until he saw her. She was just sitting on the porch. Nothing different about her than any other day.
"Max?" He asked her.
She turned around. "Yeah?"
His heart froze. She was looking at him with those big brown eyes.
"D-do," Did he just stutter?"Do you... I was wondering if... maybe you'd like to... go out... see a movie... tonight?"
"You were wondering if I'd like to go see a movie tonight?"
He nodded.
"Sure. We have to round up the flock first."
"Max, I mean just you and... me."
"What about the Flock?"
"Iggy and Angel promised to watch them."
"Well, I guess I can't say no, then. Can I?"
Fang shrugged. He was afraid of what he might say if he opened him mouth.
"Sure. I'll go." She smiled.
He smirked back, gaining a bit of his confidence.
"What do I wear?" He asked Iggy.
"Isn't the girl supposed to be the one freaking out about what to wear?" Iggy asked, sounding bored. He was fiddling with Nudge's old alarm clock.
Nudge burst in. "I heard you were having trouble with what to wear!"
Iggy stood. "I take that as my cue to leave."
"Okay, Fang. You need black jeans and a black sweat shirt." She took that out of his closet. "Under that wear a black v-neck." She also too that from his closet.
"When Max gets cold, give her the sweatshirt."
"And black and white checkered Vans."She took than from his pile of shoes.
"My work here, is done." She bowed and exited.
"Weird girl," Fang muttered.
"Max, you ready to go?" Fang asked, knocking on Max's door.
She opened it.
She was wearing blue jeans and a gray v-neck shirt with a black tank-top.
"Yep."
They walked down the hallway in silence.
"Bye," They called to the rest of the Flock before jumping into the air.
"You look... nice," Fang said.
"Nice?"
"Uhm... yeah. Pretty... Not that you don't pretty every other day.. You do..." By then he was blushing like crazy.
"Uhm... Thanks... I think."
They flew in silence the rest of the way
"Here we are," Fang said, landing. Max landed right beside him.
"Yep."
"What do you wanna see?"
"(Insert random movie about zombies)."
Fang went up to the window and got two tickets.
Max went and got some popcorn and two things of Dr. Pepper.
"Lemme help you," Fang offered.
"Thanks."
"No probs." He smiled at her.
They got to the theater and sat down.
"Can I have my drink?" Max asked Fang.
"Sure." He picked up the drink and handed it to Max, but was bumped into by a fat old lady with no hair. The drink spilled all over Max. She jumped up.
"Shit! Crap. I'm so sorry."
"It's cool," She said wringing out her shirt.
Fang took off his sweatshirt.
"Here. You can put this on..."
She smiled, gratefully at him. "Thanks. I'm gunna go change." She stood up and walked out.
Fang put his head into his hands and groaned.
"Excuse me, boy," The old lady said.
"What?"
"No need to be rude. I was simply wondering why your hair is so long! I mistook you for a girl."
Fang shrugged.
The women whacked him with her purse before walking away, muttering about transvestites.
"Hey," Max said, sitting back down. "What happened?" She asked looking at Fang's expression.
"Creepy lady called me a transvestite."
Max giggled. "It's alright," she said, patting Fang's head.
The movie passed. Only good things happened during. Max got frightened and hid in Fang's chest.
Afterwards, they walked out, stopping to throw away their trash.
Somehow, they ended up holding hands.
Max smiled at Fang.
They stopped, looking in each others eyes. Both of them leaned in...
"Ouch," Max said rubbing her nose.
"Sorry," Fang muttered, looking down.
She lifted his head up.
"I know one way you can make it up to me."
Was it crap?
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