To start this chapter off.......
I HATE LG!!!!!!!
My computor, ONCE AGAIN, shut down on me. I WAS writing a story -one thqt I'd hoped to publish- but now it is most likely gone. 250 PAGES, PEOPLE! Gr........ I wanna go burn down their factory! Who's with me? Everyone? GREAT!
Ah, just kidding. I wouldn't do that without someone to blame ;D
Anywhoo, here you go. It might be a little short, but whatever. I miss my computor, and I'm using my mom's right now, so I don't have a whole lot of time on it.
AAAAAAAND to clear things up a little......
PAIRINGS I CHOSE:
OC (Derek)/Max/Fang.
(SIDE PAIRING *kinda*)
Max/Alec.
Okay? That clear it all up for ya? Good. Very Good. Okay........ ONWARD!
Fang POV (YAAAY!)
My gaze was fixated intently on Max's features, eyes catching every movement, hoping she'd give something -anything- away to show me something- anything.
Her expression was impassive, but oh how I knew those eyes. They held surprise, which soon -almost immediately- changed to suspicion as she studied my face, then changed to dtermination and that capturing stubborness I'd fallen for.
"You know we can't, Fang," She sighed nonchalantly, fixing her beautiful eyes on the night outside. "We just can't. For the flock. You wouldn't want to ruin the flock. I know you. You would be broken if that happened. I give sacrifices for those children." She paused. "And Iggy."
I knew what she meant. Iggy was our age, and he might not take it well, either. She continued.
"You wouldn't want that as much as I'm not willing to risk it. So we wont. I wont. You wont. We wont. Agreed?"
I stared into her eyes and immediately got lost. She was being honest and serious- what she was like when she wanted -or didn't want, for this matter- something. She made risks for us. She thought I didn't know that? Of course I did. Probably more so than any other member of the flock. I knew Max. I didn't need mind reading, or anything. I just knew. We knew eachother like the back of our hand. I was her wing-man and she was mine. If that was how she wanted it to be... then so be it. I wasn't going to pressure or push her into a relationship. That would be stupid. That would ruin it. But I remember when she dislocated her shoulder when Jeb was with us, and she looked so hurt. We had been practicing fighting -like we always did- and it just happened. I vividly remember that sickening pop after the blow I'd given her. When Jeb fixed it up I was relieved, but couldn't shake that feeling in my heart. It was like a knife -a rusty, jagged knife, sharper than the sharpest shark tooth- twisting, churning, in my heart. I'd already made her go through the physical pain, but the emotional pain was just more weight on her broad shoulders. I couldn't do that to her.
I nodded solemnly. "I agree, Max." The sincerity poured into my words, making it sound almost like a purr. Not what I was trying to sound like, but if she noticed, she didn't show it.
She smiled slowly, cautiously. "Thanks, Fang." She stood up and went to the doorway, but paused for one second. "Really, Fang, thank you." Then disappeared into the kitchen.
I vaugely heard Angel's delighted cries. "Max! Come here! Have a cookie- Emily made them really good! And I know how you love cookies!" Then came Max's laugh, that had become welcomely etched in my memory. My lips twitched into a soft smile, barely noticable, and I put my head in my hands.
I sleepily trudged into the kitchen and saw Max and Angel dipping cookies into a glass of milk, looking like mother and daughter -not counting the difference in looks- laughing togethor. She had forgiven us, not easily, but she did. Kind of. You could tell she was still cautious, and if we left without her, she would probably be like she was before quickly. But I still couldn't shake the feeling something about that Derek guy was weird. Not just because Max was slightly fond of him.
And if you asked me what my place in Max's life was, I would've just stared at you.