AN: Thank you for everyone who is reading this story, and all of you that reviewed. Hope you like this chapter...
Max's POV
Vaguely, I heard a door open and close. I ignored it completely, deciding to pretend to still be asleep so that I could actually try to rest some more, hoping whoever it was just left without bothering me. There were no other sounds for a while. Just as I was about to drift back into my dreamland, my bed moved. Wait, my bed moved?
I jumped up, startled, automatically crouching into a fighting stance, while searching for anything dangerous-looking. Someone chuckled. "You're too stressed," Fang said from where he sat on my bed.
"You sneaked up on me!" I accused.
"Just thought I'd wake you up. Everyone's already downstairs for breakfast."
I kissed his cheek, and said, "Thanks."
"Aren't you going to go eat?" he asked. I just looked at him. "Oh. Ok. I'll save some for you." He left my room so that I could change out of my PJs. I quickly pulled on faded jeans and a light blue polo shirt, and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to comb my hair into less of a mess.
"Morning," I mumbled to no one in particular when I walked into the kitchen and slumped into a chair. "What's for breakfast?"
"Pancakes," said Fang. He put a plate with an enormous mound of pancakes on the table in front of me, and then sat next to me with his own pile of food.
I managed to thank him before digging into my breakfast.
"Max, what're we doing today? 'Cause I think we should totally go shopping. We could go out to eat at that place with all the huge portions of food, and those really good cakes that are, like, sooo big. Oh and I saw this very cute dress on the internet that would be, like, perfect on you. It was blue and strapless and it –"
"NUDGE! It's too early for this," I complained. "And we went shopping just the other day, so we're not going shopping again for at least a week. How about we stay here today and then we go out tomorrow?" I didn't think I needed to tell her that I would never wear that dress.
Nudge seemed slightly disappointed, but everyone agreed. We all rushed to the living room to watch TV. I was the last to get there, and I sat on the smaller couch next to Fang while the others were either fighting for space on the other couch or sprawled on the floor.
There was a movie on some channel about pirates and the world's end or something, which seemed OK, so we were watching that, trying to figure out how on Earth pirates got mixed up with the end of the world. Well, I wasn't actually watching it – Fang had his arm around me, and that can be quite distracting.
Apparently Fang also wasn't in the mood to watch a movie, as not even five minutes later we were already kissing, deciding to completely ignore the movie. For once no one paid attention to us, so we could act almost like we were alone. Another ten minutes passed, and we were still kissing, but now I was lying on my back with Fang on top of me. I was worried about what the Flock thought of this, though they were still silent, so I knew that they hadn't seen it or were pretending like they didn't.
The Flock was caught up in the movie (and I was busy making out with Fang), so we didn't hear mom and Ella coming into the living room when they arrived from work and school. That is, until mom cleared her throat loudly.
Fang and I sprang apart immediately, both of us looking down. My face heated up and his face was more different shades of red than I could count. The Flock finally recovered from their trance, and, when they realized what had happened, burst out laughing.
"I wish I could see their expressions right now," said Iggy between laughs. He stopped laughing for a second, with a look that clearly meant Angel was sending him thoughts (or images, in this case), and then laughed even harder. "Thanks Angel."
I groaned and flew off to get away from all of the embarrassment.
Fang's POV
After Max left for a flight, I went to my room to avoid the jokes Iggy was sure to be making.
I was surprised when I heard a hesitant knock on my door and Dr M came in.
"Can I talk to you, Fang?"
"Sure," I said, slightly anxious. Really, how was I supposed to feel if my girlfriend's mom came to talk to me after she just caught us making out?
She sat on the chair in front of me and just watched me for a minute as I fidgeted nervously.
"You really love her, don't you?" she asked softly. Wow, that was blunt. And definitely not what I was expecting.
"Yeah, I do," I told her sincerely.
"Have you told her?"
I sighed. "No. Not yet. I'm trying to, but it's harder than I thought. I will tell her, though. Soon."
"It's going to work out. You'll see," she said, and then went to the kitchen to fix dinner.
I got my computer and opened up iTunes. I was listening to this playlist I made for Max (not that she knows about it), when something flew in through my window.