(A/N: I like how people got tense when I wrote that summary for chap 4, so here it is! And by the way, writingdreamer16, you're not annoying yet. Keep trying! Lol.)
Fang: Yep. I should have known.
Me: I thought Max would tell you!
Fang: Yeah, she sure remembered that when she got her memory wiped.
Me: But come on. You can't forget fan fiction! Especially one like this! They're everywhere!
Fang: You're not James Patterson!
Me: I'm sorry!
Fang: You give me more Fax. I like you better.
Me: …thanks?
Fang: But I still wish you owned us.
Me: I'll ask James for you.
Fang: Really?
Me: Nope!
Fang POV
I was finally feeling better after a few days. I held off on the memory thing for awhile so Max could make up her mind about love.
But she didn't seem to know anything yet. But she was thoughtful at times, though…
Max POV
Those memories…how did Fang have them? How did I know them? Whatever it is, I don't care. Those memories were…strange…I felt…uh…well…sorta…hmm…UGH! I don't know! It's weird! What is that feeling? I know I like Fang, but this is…like…mind-bending. I just don't know what it is…I just know it's good.
Suddenly I was somewhere else. In a cave…
(A/N: A mid-chapter cliffie! Brilliant!)
I looked up. "What the heck are you doing?"
"Helping you change your mind," He whispered, then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.
At that moment, I had no mind to change, or not to change, or throw against the nearest wall. My mind had shorted as soon as Fang's lips touched mine. His mouth warm and firm, his hands gentle on my neck.
I'd kissed him once before, but I thought he was dying on a beach. That had lasted a second. This was…going on and on.
I realized I was getting dizzy, then realized it was because I hadn't taken a breath yet. It seemed like hours before we broke apart. We were both breathing raggedly, and I stared into his eyes, as if I could find answers there.
Which of course I didn't. All I saw was the dancing flames of our small fire.
Fang's hand was making slow, warm circles between my wings, and that plus the hypnotic fire made me unable to think straight.
Now Fang was rubbing my neck. I was both exhausted and hyperaware, and just as he leaned in to – to kiss me again? – I jumped to my feet.
"I—I'm not sure about this," I muttered. Overreacting impressively, I raced to the edge of the cave and launched myself into the night, unfurling my wings, feeling the wind burning against my face, hearing the rush of air all around me.
Ah, the joys of being an adolescent hybrid runaway.
I 'woke up' and was back in the forest again.
No one seemed to notice me slipping in and out of awareness due to memory regain.
I knew what the feeling was now.
Love.
But…I ran away! There must be a reason! I knew I used to be with the flock before this, because nowadays anything familiar probably happened sometime in my lifetime.
Maybe it was for the good of the flock! Maybe I can't be with Fang because it would be too weird for the flock. Maybe so, But if you want something, and you can get it, you deserve it. Ask anyone in the flock. A voice said in my head. Who are you? I thought. I am a voice. The Voice, if you like capitals. And the word 'the'. So I had a voice in my head. Great. So you're saying that I should ask someone in the flock if I should be with Fang? I asked. Certainty is good. Yes. Yay specifics! Who? I asked. Hmm… How about Iggy and Nudge. Or maybe Angel. Hmm…That was everyone except…What about Gasman? I asked. THE Gasman. And he's eight. Angel is as smart as a 13-year-old, so Gazzy is the youngest, Maturely. Um… So that clears that up… Ok…I'll just do that…
And so it was settled. I'd ask Iggy, then Nudge. I went over to the tree Iggy was hanging out in.
"Hey Igs…" I began.
(A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EVIL CLIFFIE! HAHAHA! Lol the next chapter is up anyway so who cares?)