"Speaking of relaxing, Max, the kids want to know if they have to go back to Max's Home School now that the birthday party is over," Fang informed me, still messing with my hair. We the Flock celebrated our becoming one year older yesterday, complete with balloons, decorations, cake, ice cream, and presents. The presents included a digital camera, a photo frame, some marble fudge, badass fireworks, and the best gift of all: the beautiful birthstone ring Fang gave me. (Yes, it was girly. No, I still loved it.)

We partied hard, stuffing ourselves with Iggy's fudge as Angel took pics with her new camera. I hadn't had that much fun in… forever. I don't regret taking the break, but we really need to keep researching. I'm trying to prevent the end of the world, here, and to do this I need some info.

On the other hand, we're here in Colorado, safe and (mostly) happy in our house built for us by the CSM and currently on a No-Dangerous-Ambush streak. Maybe I should make the most of it. The opportunity to lay back doesn't present itself to the flock very often.

I wasn't about to ask the Voice for advice, though. The Voice is never into my more leisurely ideas, making it biased. So no.

You're right, you need to keep working, and hard. You'll save the world, Max. Of course.

Whatever, Voice. If I've heard it once, I've heard it thousand times.

But, you also need to keep the Flock happy. They're becoming disloyal. Remember all facets.

Well, this was new. And disturbing. I opted for the cold shoulder. Go away, Voice.

I realized that Fang was prodding my arm, and then proceeded to swatting his hand away.

"Let me sleep on it," I muttered to him, rolling over in bed. Fang snorted.

"Like you haven't slept on it enough?" We were both lying on our sides, close together, and I shrugged into his chest.

"Morning, Max," came a drowsy voice as my bedroom door slid open, revealing a spiky blond head.

"Morning, Gazzy," I replied, peeking my head out under the covers. Fang did a salute.

"Hey, Gaz," he said, making Gazzy give Fang a smug look.

"Oh, of course Fang's here too. Snuggling with me," The Gasman cooed in a sappy version of my voice, and Fang rolled his eyes as a blush blossomed across my cheeks.

"You know what, Max? I don't think snuggling is enough. Let's give Gazzy a real show." Fang cupped my face in his hands and planted his lips onto mine. After the initial shock wore off, I kissed him back with equal passion, our mouths moving in sync with each other, his hands on my waist underneath the comforter. I think our tongues met when Gazzy began to yell in disgust.

"Yuck! My poor, innocent eyes! I'm scarred!" he exclaimed, running out of my room with his fingers over his baby blue orbs. Fang and I broke apart, making a huge smacking sound. I could still taste Fang in my mouth as we both began to laugh hysterically, wiping our mouths on our shirtsleeves. Kissing can be so slobbery.

"Super effective," I told Fang, laughter in my voice, and we fistbumped.

"Fang and Max use MAKE OUT. It's super effective! Gazzy is terrified. Gazzy ESCAPES. Max and Fang earn one thousand experience points," he recited, and I shoved him.

"You idiot. Come on; let's go eat breakfast. I'm not sleepy anymore, for some reason," I told him, swinging my legs to plant my bare feet on the carpet.

Fang smirked at me, "What, all that making out wake you up?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. Yeah, I'm mature. "Maybe. Come on, I smell eggs."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of bed, and we headed downstairs.

A/N

Because who doesn't love Fax fluff/antics? Oh, right. LOSERS.

Apologies for the shortness. Next chap coming real soon. :)

R&R~