Chapter 14-
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Oh and I'm sorry I didn't update for so long. I just wrote about half of it and then I couldn't think of how to finish this so it's going to go a little fast because I don't really know what to do. So enjoy.
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Max
Fang was trying too hard, I decided. He was too nice to me. His arm was around my waist as I used him as a crutch. I would feel bad for leaning against him so much but I was too weak to care. I understand that I had an injured leg but it didn't automatically make me eight years younger. I wasn't a baby and I hated being babied. He put the canteen to my lips for me to drink and fed me and barely took care of himself. It's stupid. I hurt my leg not my arms.
But deep down, I felt like it wasn't exactly because of my injury that he was being so nice to me. I remembered the warmth of his lips against my cheek.
"Max!" there was a yell. It was loud and off to our right. Or at least I think it was our right. Sound bounced off the cave walls too much. It was like a bombardment of sound reverberating around me, echoes focusing on me. It hurt my ears. It sounded like Angel.
"Over there," I pointed towards the direction of the voice. I sped up my limping a bit and stumbled.
"Whoa there," Fang chuckles a little, helping me back up.
"Don't make fun of me," I whine.
I could feel the rumble of his chest as he held back his laughter. I rolled my eyes.
"Wait, okay, now do Fang," came a giggle.
We rounded a corner and found… what?
"What are you guys doing?"
Fang
Iggy, Gazzy, Angel, and Valencia were sitting around a small fire and Gazzy was… speaking? But in my voice. Perfectly my voice. What was with that?
"What are you guys doing?" Max says, annoyed.
"Oh! Max! Fang! You're here! We were getting tired of waiting," Angel exclaimed, coming to give us a hug.
"So you decided to wait here instead of looking for us," Max's glare was terrifying.
"Well, Iggy couldn't track you," Angel protested.
"He could've tried to track Fang!" Max yells indignantly, "Instead of playing whatever."
"Gazzy can do imitations," Iggy smiles up at us.
"Sorry, honey," Valencia rubs Max's shoulder soothingly.
"Well we thought it would be better if we waited for you guys instead of running around and getting more lost," Gazzy told us. In Max's voice.
"Stop that!" Max hisses, "How could you guys get lost anyways? You have the map."
"True," Angel, Gazzy and Iggy say at the same time.
Max
It was hard to sleep. Mainly because my leg still hurt and the ground was uncomfortable, but also because my mind wouldn't shut up. It sounded like a voice was in my head.
Angel? Is that you?
No, idiot, the voice said. Angel looks up, groggy from sleep, "What is it Max?"
"Oh, nothing."
I'm going crazy. I blink up at the ceiling, it looked like there were tiny red stars in the sky. They were spaced out somewhat evenly and it looked like someone was watching us. I roll over and shut my eyes.
"Who are you?" I scream into the dark.
My answer was a cackling laugh. Then there was a piercing pain all over my body. There were a thousand needles digging into my skin. My wings felt like they were being ripped out of my body.
"Stop!" my voice seemed hoarse.
And then I'm falling.
"Hi, Fang," I smile at the dark haired boy. He had freckles back then, and a cute pink smile. I'd convinced him this morning that lipstick protected your lips from germs. I couldn't stop laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asks in annoyance.
"Your- your l-lips," I laughed so hard no sound came out. Tears were coming out of my eyes.
"Max! You tricked me!" he tackles me to the ground. He grins evilly while pinning me down.
"Nooooo!" I giggle as he tickles me, "Stop it! Stop it!"
And then my screams turned high-pitched and desperate, "No! Stop it! Fang! Where are you?"
"Fang! Where are you?" I scream, sitting up.
"Huh? What's up?" Fang asks. I didn't realize he was next to me. Right next to me. Our thighs were pressed up together and his face was inches from mine.
"Oh, nothing," I smile weakly, shifting away from him.
"It didn't sound like nothing," he says with concern and then he smirks, "You sleep talk a lot. And you drool in your sleep."
I glare, "I liked you better when you didn't talk so much."
"Hey! Who's there?"
Okay, short chapter sorry.