(A/n wow... im just cranking out the chaps today. I feel slightly proud of mehself :) anyways. oneshot to twoshot! hurrah!
(Foshizzle!)
....Thank you for that, Alex.
Whos Alex, you ask? Why, hes my split personality, of course! You can find em at Walmart. :)
(I resent that!)
And that was Lillith. Shes the Glass-is-Half-Empty in me. But anyway. Enough of my insane ramblings...
This is Poetry, Tears, Drawings and Boredom in Fangs POV. I hope I do it justice...)
Poetry, Tears, Drawings and Boredom (In FPOV!)
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Ugh!
This "confessing my undying love in poetry" thing wasnt going too well. Unfortunately.
Dang it Bobby. Whoa... I shook my head. Did I just think that? Stupid monkey T-shirts. (A/N Bobby Jack reference! He lives!)
I scowled at the computer. Everything I was writing, typing, down sounding stupid or phony.
And Max didnt deserve that. She was so beautiful, caring. She knew just what was going on in my head most of the time. She was my better half.
I sighed heavily, in defeat. I didnt deserve her.
"Bored?" Max piped up from her rocking chair in the corner of the room.
"No." She raised a skeptical eyebrow, pursing her lips. I knew she'd been having a problem with boredom lately. She wasnt the kind of girl to just sit back on the couch and watch the rest of the world go by, after all. She wanted some action.
Said girl was currently getting annoyed, not action. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and then she blinked really fast. Silence+Max+Anger=Voice.
Even from across the room I could see the brilliance that was her eyes. Gazzy had once described them as "endless pools of mud" but I dont think she really appreciated that.
If she even cared. She probably didnt. She was her; she knew that, she'd accepted it, and she dealt with it when one of the Flock brought it up. She didnt obsess over it like other girls. Max wasnt anything like other girls. Maybe it was our life experiences that made us different from the rest of the human population. Somehow, I think it had something to do with the wings on our backs. But that wasnt all of it. Max was an amazing leader, and my best friend, and I was stupidly falling for her, fast and hard. Didnt I learn anything?
"Whatcha doin'?" Said girl shocked me out of my thoughts. I hoped she didnt notice me staring at her like an obsessed stalker. (I pretty much was one, but she didnt need to know that.)
"Nothing." I responded. I got up and stretched my arms; they were cramped from being bent in the same position for so long. "I think Im gonna go for a fly... Ive been staring at this screen too long." I was trying to distract her from the fact that Id been frustrated with the computer. And my stalker-like attitude.
"Ive told you once, and Ill tell you again," she smirked, "your eyes will be ruined by twenty." Which could very well happen, considering my eyesight was even better than the rest of theirs. its was like... 40/40. I smirked inwardly.
Rolling my eyes at her comment, I traipsed over to the door, looking at the amazing view we had, right outside the house. "Come with?" I asked. I sincerely hoped this wouldnt be a repeat of the Dock Incident, or the Cave Incident. That hurt. So much.
"Full sentence?" She mimicked my broken language. I felt myself smile. Well. With my eyes, at least. I raced Max to the cliff edge, and we leaped off in perfect unison. It must have been a sight to behold; to bird kids jumping into the air, taking a fifty foot dive, and then soaring back up. It was dang fun, too.
Glancing over because our wingtips brushed, I saw that Max was thinking really hard. But it wasnt argueing with the Voice thinking. It was like she was troubled...
When we reached the Flocks cave, I barely looked at any of the other pictures before I noticed one that I thought was new. Id certainly never seen it before. And Max was staring at intently. She was mulling something over. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Probably contemplating who the heck put that picture there and who was particularily in it.
I wished with all my heart the picture was reality.
After a long time of silence I started snapping in her face. I wanted to talk to her. Her hand shot up and grasped mine, pulling it out of her face and smacking mine with it. Ow.
"Max Max Max, if you wanted to hold my hand that badly, you couldve just asked." I regretted the words immediatly when I saw how red she turned, from anger or embarassment Ill never know. But I did know I just blew up an atom bomb...
I was tremendously saddened when she yanked her hand out of my grasp, and I reached as if to pull it, or my words, back. "One, Fang, you sexist pig! I cant believe you! Thats Iggys thing!" I put my head down. It was only going to get worse. She even kicked me once, for good measure, apparently. "And two, I dont want to hold your hand, and I dont want to have anything to do with you in that way! Youre a disgusting, terrible, rude and idiotic jerk, and I would date anyone in the world besides you! Even Iggy!" She yelled out, gasping from the force of her anger.
I felt her look at me suddenly, like she was scared or something. But I didnt return her gaze. Her words were echoing painfully and loudly in my head, over, and over, and over...
She broke the silence first, of course. Max cant stay silent for long after something like that. "Fang-Look, I mean-I wasnt-I didnt..." She trailed off hopelessly. You werent trying to rip my heart out? You didnt want to stomp all over it in soccer kleets and then add insult to injury by giving yours to Iggy, figuratively speaking? I flinched inwardly away from that thought. That hurt like a mother trucker.
I looked up and she was staring at me with shock and...hope? Hope for what? That she scared me off, finally? Well. Mission accomplished. Im finished. I have no heart left to give her, not even enough for her to break, burn, or just chuck back at me.
The hope crumpled off her face at my next words, which was strange. "Lets go back." I spun on my heel, quite dramatically, I might add, and took off without even waiting for her. Itex was gone, so I simply didnt have to worry about her safety, even if I wanted to.
I faintly heard her shout after me, "Fang! I-I wasnt thinking! Dont..!" I didnt hear the rest. I was already too far gone.
I made my way to the tree house we'd found abandoned. It was exactly like the one we'd had at the E House, which was cool, but it was sort of bittersweet now. Remembering what happened in that tree house, I crumpled to the floor and put my head in my hands, tears leaking out of my eyes for the first time since we'd gotten out of the School.
Flashback! (BTW, the reason this wasnt mentioned in MPOV is because she doesnt remember. Lets say she blocked it out, kay?)
Little kid Fang and Max were sitting on the edge of the tree house, holding hands, innocently, of course. They were only children, after all.
But Iggy had been watching a little too much TV, and telling Fang what he'd been watching. So Fang wasnt really doing this innocently anymore. But he would enjoy it while he could use that excuse. Even at ten, Fang was completely in love with Max. Just her smile made his heart fly faster than he ever could in reality.
She was talking about helping Jeb make some cookies that afternoon, for Angels third birthday, and Fang was just nodding every few seconds. He knew he shouldnt even let Max think she could cook, or set foot in the kitchen, but he was too caught up in the softness that filled her face as she talked about her baby, Angel. He was so lost that he didnt notice when Max moved that softened face closer to his, wondering what he was staring at and thinking it would be funny to freak him out. She thought he believed in cooties, like Iggy did.
Fang was shocked when he saw how close she was, really. No freakin' way! She doesnt feel the same about me that I do her, does she?! He was so excited by this possible new developement, that without thinking, he pushed his face closer and kissed Max, straight on the mouth. It lasted a second, but his whole body tingled, from his head to his toes. He kissed Max!
"Uh, Fang, what the heck was that?" Max touched her lips. Not having been a fan of the TV they ahd recently gotten, she was very innocent to the world of such things. Her mouth was warm from... whatever he did. It hadnt felt bad, either. But... no one else did that kind of thing, so it was embarassing. "Err, I gotta go... Cookies to make, yknow?" She hopped off the roof of the treehouse, landing with a dull thud, and leaving Fang shell-shocked and, quite frankly, dizzy from her kiss.
End flashback!
Shocked out of my reverie, I heard pouding on the door, and the handle jiggled roughly. I quickly wiped my eyes and cleared my throat. "If this is Iggy, go to hell. If this is Angel, sorry. If this is Nudge or Gazzy, arent you supposed to be doing your homework?!" I got up when there wasnt an answer, hoping that the Erasers hadnt miraculously appeared again-Oh. It was worse than Erasers. It was Max. "And if this is Max, leave." I muttered. I hoped that hurt her. It would only be one billionth of how much she hurt me.
After a second, and small thump against the door, I heard her plead, "Fang... please, let me in."
Too bad for her, I wasnt gonna let her in my heart again, just so she could burn me from the inside out. I kicked the door, hard.
There was another thump on the floor. Did she really think begging would fix everything? Well, she was wrong. "Im beggin you. Im on my knees right now, dude. Thats as good as itll ever get. Now you have five seconds before I kill you." Threats wouldnt work either. Id stay in here until I died. Or she went away.
Even in my anger induced state that thought hurt me, a little.
Damn Max. Dang her for making me have emotions. I glared viciously at the door.
"Dang it Fang!" She got her fight back. "Youre acting like a--" broken hearted guy? Stupid little brother? Dumb dog?
"--disgusting, terrible, rude and idiotic jerk? Ive heard that one before." I sighed.
"Child." She finished. I could feel the anger just being pulled out of her, until she was just a normal, if stubborn, girl. She had no fight left. Good; I broke her, we were even.
I heard one final thump as she sat against the door. She was talking quietly to herself, or maybe me, I didnt know. Either way, her words also drained me of my fight.
"Its okay though. Its only fair that I have to wait. You waited, at least a little while, for me." She sighed in defeat, and I had a feeling she was finally just going to talk to me, of her own will, instead of me forcing her and her running off. "I read your poetry. It was really... beautiful. You know, I thought flying off was my thing. Guess I see why you were so hurt when i did that. This isnt how its supposed to happen." I raised an eyebrow, even though she couldnt see me. Had she planned this? "Boy meets girl, in a terrible place maybe, but still, boy likes girl--right?--" Well no shit, Sherlock! I couldnt believe she needed to ask that, and I was going to interrupt, but I decided to let her finish her monologue. "--girls oblivious, until boy almost dies and she kisses boy. Boy falls in love. Girl is also in love, and is kind and happy, and gives the boy her heart, because she trusts him that much." Thats what I wished had happened. "But this girl had to go and frick everything up because she had no heart to give, because boy stole it already and she was left behind, confused and hurt by this new developement.
My eyes widened considerably. No way in--"I cant apologize for flying off Fang. If I hadnt I wouldnt have ever saved the world. I am sorry for what I said in the cave, especially so sacred a place, but your comment was uncalled for. I got caught up in my anger... you know I do that. Youre my right wing. Heck, you have my heart, and you live in my brain for many minutes of the day." I was starting to smile, despite myself. I couldnt stay angry at her. Especially not now that she had finally figured out she loved me, and accepted it. I started pulling open the door, forgetting she was leaning against it, and she hit her head on the hard oak. She grunted and put her hand to the back of her head.
"Oh." I said like an idiot. "Sorry..." I helped her up. Trying to avoid her eyes, in one last desperate hope to hold onto my anger, I scratched the back of my head. Oh, frick it. I still love her.
"Uh..." She muttered suddenly. Her face was growing so red, a tomato couldve been compared to it. "Well... Ill.. go, now." She started backing out of the doorway, and turned around.
I quickly tried to stop her, the only way I knew how to, right now. "I love you." Crap. I blurted it out!?
"What?" She gave me a questioning, if somber, gaze. She hadnt heard me. Phew.
"Im sorry, too, Max... But not for stealing your heart. Im so glad I did that." Wow... corny. But I walked forward and kissed her anyway. I wont lie; it hurt like hell when I missed and we knocked heads.
"Max!" I said, holding my nose. Hers was worse, though. It was bleeding. I got an icepack out of the minifridge and she grabbed some tissues for her nose. Apparently, rushing into things like that wasnt such a good idea. I wonder how those actors in movies run at eachother and aim perfectly. None of them ever get hurt...
I rubbed my jaw absently, wondering where this left me and Max. I also wondered what wouldve happened if I hadnt screwed that kiss up...
Her lips were still so soft and warm, after all these years. It had actually been that long since the Incidents.
I grinned at the feeling radiating through my body. And then I felt something become absent in my mouth and heard a plunk on the floor. Something warm was on my chin, dribbling down...
Max looked at the floor, and bursted out laughing. Like, side-clutching, ridiculously happy laughing. I was so glad to see it. I also laughed at the sight of my tooth. Well, chuckled, I guess. It was good enough, though.
Five minutes later, I was in complete heaven as Max played with my fingers gently. Finally I took her hand and put it to my lips, with what I hoped was a peaceful expression on my face. Max was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
She broke the peaceful silence a second later. "So. Does this mean Fang, the Brick Wall, is in love?" My heart fluttered. I was so whipped. And I loved it; I loved her.
"So, does this mean Max, Tough as Nails, is in love?" I mimicked her.
She smiled softly. "Yes. And I already know he is." This time when we kissed, it didnt hurt, and it lasted a lot longer.
(A/N -airfist- YES! :) WIthin a day of thinking this up Ive finished. thats a record for me.
(Congrats... but get on with it.)
Oh. Go to hel-p for the mentally insane, Alex.
(Nice save, Megan. But shut up. Both of you.)
Flip it. I need to go girlslap Lillith. Hope you liked this fuzzy fic :)
Seeya)