Move Along Chapter 13: Some 'Splaining To Do, a maximum ride fanfic

I am super pissed at the weather.

Tank: Er . . . why?

e4[Me: It was raining earlier today and it isn't anymore! GRR!

JP: Are you growling at the weather? You'd think I'm used to her bipolar like behavior, but I'm not.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Maximum Ride characters, but I do own the plot. Which will be leaving California in this chapter. My writing isn't as good in California, for some strange reason. Blame the lack of characters.

I was tempted to pull back and run, but Confucius was too quick for me.

Go with the flow, Max. Go with the flow . . .

And that's what I did. I went with the flow. The flow of his lips.

And damn. He's a good kisser. I never understood how you could be a good kisser. I mean, its just kissing. But now I understand when people say someones a good kisser. And did I mention he was a good kisser?

I knotted my hands through his silky hair - can a guy's hair be silky? - and he pulled me closer to him. And, unfortunately, after about a minute of not breathing (I had forgotten I had a nose. Woopsies.) you need air. Damn lungs. Couldn't you wait for another minute or two?

We pulled back, breathing hard, and my brain came up with one word, "Wow."

He smirked and pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible. "So . . . no more running?"

I smiled and put my head on his chest. "Yeah, no more running."

He kissed the top of my head, and as if my body parts had minds of their own . . .s, my lips were jealous. Yes, jealous. It can happen.

"We probably shouldn't tell Iggy," he said after a few minutes of silence.

"Why?" I asked. Well, this didn't make me feel bad about myself at all . . .

"Well, um, he kinda talked to me about this," he said.

"Ah. Let me guess. 'Keep your hands off of my sister unless you want to loose them.'" I looked up at him.

"Something along those lines," he said. "But he said nothing about my lips . . ." Then he kissed me. Again. But this is not a complaint.

After a few minutes of kissing - and remembering to breath through my nose - I could see the sun starting to peak over the horizon through my closed eyelids. I stayed out all night?

I pulled back and Fang pouted. Just the tiniest of pouts, but still a pout. I laughed and ran my thumb across his bottom lip and he shivered. And I will admit that brang me joy.

"We should go back to the hotel if we ever want to live again," I said and stood up. Fang nodded and took my hand I was offering to help him up. But instead of just standing up, he jumped up and gathered me in his arms.

"Hm." He started to lean to kiss me but I put my index finger on his lips before they could touch mine. He raised an eyebrow.

"If I kiss you," I said and removed my finger, "I probably won't be able to stop."

He smirked at my confession. "Good to know I'm addictive."

We walked/ran to the hotel in silence. Jeb was gonna kill us if we weren't there when he woke everyone up.

Luckily for us, everyone was still asleep. I sighed and shed my shoes and jeans, and slipped on my shorts. I got into the covers next to Angel and was about to close my eyes when I heard Angel say, "Nice of you to join us, Max."

My eyes popped open and stared at her. She giggled. "Don't worry. I won't tell."

I smiled and kissed her forehead. "Thanks, Ange." I then closed my eyes and let the darkness swallow me,

Tuesday

Fang POV

Yo. Its Fang.

I fucking kissed Max. And she didn't run. Fang: 1. Universe: 1,256,873. . . . Damn. Game over, you lose! You win *drumroll please* . . . nothing!

But, still. I kissed Max. But don't tell Iggy. I get the drift from him that if he finds out about me and Max I won't be having children anytime soon.

I. KISSED. MAX. Everyone got that? Good. And I'm happy as a clam. Hey, how can clams be happy? And I was wondering: To all my past religion teachers (I haven't had a lot, but they all said the same thing): If animals have no souls, then how come we have souls? And how come we're going to heaven if we're really just animals evolved?

That, my friends, is what I believe you'd call a pwn.

Gotta go. We're heading back to Arizona today.

Fly on.

I hit the enter button and waited for it to load. Then, I turned it off and closed it.

"You girls ready?" Jeb asked through the joining doors.

"Yeah," Max said, coming into the room. Her eyes flickered to me, but turned back to Jeb before anyone noticed. "We're packed."

"Alright!" Jeb said. "Let's get going!"

Max rolled her eyes and we checked out of the hotel, then piled into Jeb's car like clowns. Me, Max, and Angel in the back, Iggy, Nudge, and Ella in the middle, and Gazzy in the front. How he got that seat I have no idea. But I'm next to Max, so I'm happy.

After about thirty minutes of silent car riding, Ella comes up with a brilliant idea. "Hey! How 'bout we play I spy?"

Max raised an eyebrow. "Really, Ella? Really?"

Ella looked at her. "You got a better idea?"

Max was quiet.

Ella smirked. "Thought so. I'll go first. Hmm . . . I spy something green."

Max tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Is it a tree?"

"Yeah. You're turn, Max," Ella said.

Max looked at the back of Ella's head. "I spy an annoying little girl."

I chuckled.

Ella turned to Max and flipped her off.

"I'd put that finger down unless you want to lose it," Max warned her. She put the finger down.

I don't think we'll be playing eye spy for a while.

Max POV

Fang and I are together. Yes! I didn't realize I'd be this happy about it. Yeah, I love the big emo.

But Iggy is so overprotective its not even funny. Its a mystery he let me date Sam and Dylan. I will never understand boys. They're so confusing. But Fang and I agreed it would be better if the relationship was secret. You don't agree? Well, bite me.

After hours and hours in a car since day break (seriously) we pulled up to the house, which had cop cars in the yard.

"Oh, no," Jeb said and put the car in park.

Jeb ghe FBIot out of the SUV, and we all quickly followed him.

The popos swarmed around us, and a familiar voice said, "Jeb Ride, you are under arrest for illegal expirements on animals and humans."

Anne.

She's back.

And she got some 'splaining to do.

"Please, sit," Anne said, motioning for us to sit at the kitchen table.

"I'd rather not," I said iciliy and leaned against the counter. "Explain before I kick your skinny white ass out of my house and three states over."

When we got here, Jeb was arrested for illegal experiments. Apparently, he was working for the Ter Borcht Typo guy all along. Yipee. My dads a criminal.

Anne sighed and sat down at the table. "I married your father when I was young and in love. I didn't know the specifics of his job, just that he was a scientist. A few months after Angel was born, I found out about what he was doing. So, I ran away. I was young and foolish. I left you here because I thought you'd be ok. And, obviously, you were."

I hmphed. Yes, we were perfectly fine, Anne. Angel was just kidnapped and gone for three years, but we were fine.

"So, I ran away. Joined the FBI. Tried to convince them my ex-husband was doing illegal expiriments. Obvioucly I didn't. When we found Ter Borcht, I found the lead to Jeb. To here."

Silence for a moment. Then, I said, "Wow. Most of the time they run away to join the circus, not the FBI." I walked out of the kitchen and outside.

How could she just walk away and come back and expect forgiveness? She's just a big, fat b-

"Max," Fang said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You ok?"

I shook my head. I didn't trust my mouth not to throw out a jumble of insults and curses. He hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Its gonna be ok. You know that, right?" he asked and I nodded.

Anne's gonna be on a tight leash from now on.

Good news! *sniffle* ANGEL won't be the last maximum Ride book. Yes! Wikipedia is very informing, along with the author here.