Chapter 12: The Kiss

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I woke up to the dark. It was literally dark. As I pulled my head back from something dark and warm, somebody's arm tightened around me. What the fuck? I slowly lifted my head back from that person's chest and saw that it was… Fang? Wait.. Fang? Oh. Mulan.

I studied him for a while then suddenly felt like a creeper. Like, really. Who watches people sleep? Edward? I took his arm that was wrapped tightly around me and slowly unwind it from me. As I got it off my waist, I heard him sigh and opened his eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Awwe. He looks so adorable. Young and innocent.

"Good morning, sunshine," I teased, smiling at him. He playfully glared at me and a warm smile covered his face. "Good morning to you too, Maximum." I scowl at the use of my full name, causing him to chuckle.

"You found that amusing, Jones?" I said icily.

"Of course not, Maxie," he said, pinching my cheeks than getting out of the bed. I looked around me and saw a pen under the lamp. I grabbed it and threw it at his retreating figure. He chuckled more and put an arm in the air, excusing himself.

I scowled again and dropped down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, Fang came into the room, grabbed my foot and dragged me off the bed, onto the ground.

"Oow!" I said. "What was that for?" I sat up in a sitting position, fixing my glare on him.

"Get up and wash up. I'm cooking," he said, before kissing me on the cheeks and leaving the room. Wait.. did he just..? Oh my god. He did. I flushed. Thank god he's already walking out the door.

I happily got up from the floor and went into his bathroom. It was huge. One person shouldn't need that much space. Especially Fang. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, then make my way down to the kitchen. Fang was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. "Pancakes?" I said, announcing my presence.

"Chocolate chips," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Okay. What do you want?" I asked, opening the fridge, and taking out the orange juice. I grabbed a cup from a cabinet then poured my juice in. I walked over to him, leaning against the counter next to the stove so he'll see me from the side of his eyes. I took a sip of my juice then raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean? I just want a peaceful breakfast," he said quickly.

"No. You only make chocolate chip pancakes when you want something from me. Spill the beans, Nicholas," I said, expectantly. He looked at me and frowned.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" He said, defeated. I shook my head. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nada? What's tomorrow?"

"Sunday." (A/N: I don't know. Is it Sunday? Oh well, let's just say it's Sunday.)

"Nope. Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He stayed silent, concentrating on the pancakes for a while before facing me. "Wanna go grab lunch with me?" He asked. I smiled, and then nod. "Of course. Where?"

"I don't know. It's a surprise," he replied, turning off the fire. He grabbed the two plate full of pancakes and headed towards the dining table. "Come on, Maxie. Aren't you hungry?"

I smiled and walked over to the table. "So… when is your next shoot?" I asked, starting conversation.

"Next week."

"New song?"

"Yep."

"Maya's gonna be in the video?"

He turned to look at me slowly and cautiously nod his head.

"Oh."

"Yep...Well, what are you doing later?"

"Uum, I don't know. Probably nothing. It's too cold to do anything."

"True, true. Let's do something?" I look at him, eyes wide. "But aren't you bored of me? You spent, like, what? 12 hours with me already." He frowned, and then smile. "Of course not. Nobody can ever be bored when the great Maximum Ride is there with them," he said, wiggling his eyebrows a bit. I gasp then threw a piece of pancake at him.

"Hey stop wasting food. Somebody out there is starving." he scold.

"And somebody out there is going to receive pain." I replied.

He smirked then held his hands up in surrender. I smiled victoriously, eating my third piece of pancake.

"You know… you could be so childish sometimes. How old are you? 18? Tsk. Maxie, Maxie. Please grow up," Fang said, shaking his head slightly.

I glared at him for a while and smiled wickedly, a plan in mind. I straightened up in my seat, and fixed my hair so that it fell nicely down my back. I pulled one side of Fang's t-shirt's sleeve over, revealing my right collarbone and shoulder. I placed my left elbow on the table, hands supporting my chin and look at him, in what Nudge would say "the sexy Max look."

I watch him as he look at the skin exposed on my shoulder. His cheeks turned red, then slowly, he look up into my eyes. I smirk in my "I know what you just did" smirk and he flushed even more. "Max…" he breath out. "Stop." I took my hands off my elbow and looked at him innocently. "Stop what?"

"That," he said. Pointing at my shoulder. "You don't know how crazy you're driving me."

I'm driving him crazy? Well, this is new. "What? This?" I said, pulling onto the sleeve so that it shows more skin. I had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen. "It's just collarbone and shoulders, Fang. Get a grip." (A/N: Max is wearing a bra)

"Yes, it's just collarbone and shoulders. Very, very attractive collarbone and shoulder. Stop showing it to the whole world." He said. I studied him for a bit.

"The whole world? You mean only you?" I smile and look straight in his eyes. "It's kind of your fault for giving me such a big t-shirt," I said, shrugging.

He sighed heavily and walked around the table. He sat at one of the stool next to me and looked deep into my eyes, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I shifted so that I'm facing him and raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

Suddenly, he placed his hands on the side of my head and crushed his lips on mine, holding me in place. Oh my god. Fang is kissing me. My best friend. What do I do? My instinct told me to go along with the flow. Of course. Slowly, I lift my hands up, placed them behind his neck and kissed him back. Instantly, I could feel his smile against my lips.

He slowly moved his hands down my rib cage, and rest it on my waist. Suddenly, he lifted me up my stool, as if I'm weightless, and placed me on his lap. The sudden movement made me gasps, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, and of course, he won. As his tongue explored my mouth, I twirl a finger in his hair. Oh, my. It is so soft and silky.

He pulled back, smiling at me. "Hhm, I like your games, Maxie," he said, licking his lips.

I blushed and bit my lips, looking everywhere but him. "Look at me, Max," he said softly. I slowly moved my eyes away from his exposed collarbone and look at him squarely in the eyes. He smiled and put his hands on my chin, cautiously parting my lips away from each other. "I know this is the worst place and situation to ask you, but… be my girlfriend?" He said, hopes dancing in his eyes.

I look down at my fingers that were playing with the hem of my shirt as I felt a blush coming up again. Wait.. What? Fang's girlfriend? "Do it, Max! Do it! You've been wanting this ever since you saw him again," A little voice said in my head. "No. Do you really want to ruin any relationship between you two? What if you guys broke up? What happens then?" Another voice said.

And of course, I do what my instinct tells me. Yes, I want him. I want him to be mine. This loving, beautiful, carefree creature sitting in front of me. A small smile slowly crept up my face and I nodded at him. Oh, you should see the happiness in his eyes. He dipped in and kissed me again, every kiss expressing what he's feeling; happiness. He pulled back again and took me off his lap. "Come on! We got a lot to do today!" He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs.

"Get changed. We're going out!" He commands. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt and headed into the bathroom. I smiled when he disappeared behind the door. It feels so good to see him this happy. Because I have nothing to change into besides the purple dress from last night, I dumbly sat on his bed, waiting for him to come out.

A few moments later, he exited the bathroom, looking fine as always. He frowned when he saw me. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"I don't have anything to change into," I replied, shyly. Wait? Shy? When have I ever been shy? It's probably the after effects from the kiss.

"Oh, right," he said sheepishly. "I'll take you to go change than we can leave." I nodded and he walks towards me, holding his hand out. I took it and ran downstairs, dragging him along. "Max! Slow down!" He yelled as we ran down the stairs. "Never!" I shouted back.

I let go of his hand when we reached the front door. I quickly put my coat and shoes on and grabbed his keys. "I'm driving!" I yelled, opening the door and running out.

I turned on the radio and the heater as I waited for him to come out. I've always wanted to drive his car. Haha! Seems like my dream is coming true. I look out through the window and saw him walking slowly towards the car. Too slow. I honked at him, causing him to glare at me. I smile sweetly and lean over to open his door for him when he's a couple steps away. "Hurry up, Fang!" He chuckled and sat down, putting his seatbelt on. "Whoa. Calm down, Max. Why are you so excited anyways?" He said, turning to look at me.

"I want to show you something," I said, smiling a little.

"What?" He asks, curiously.

"It's a surprise."

"You know… this is actually the first time anybody had ever drove my cars."

"Really? I feel extra special then." Mainly because I'm yours.

"Yep. Super."

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