Chapter 2 Finding Fang

A/N Here's chapter 2! Thank you SOOO much to BlackStarGodliness for my first review! I'm glad you like it!

As always, I do not own the Maximum Ride characters and series, I only own this plot.

Max POV

I woke up to sunlight in my face, and I was surprisingly happy. But that only lasted a second until I noticed that half of my bed was empty. I bolted up and looked at the other bed. Empty again. Dammit!

Where are they? Could they have gotten captured? It was almost noon, they would have said something if they were going to go flying. I raced outside, and was met with the peaceful setting of waves crashing on the beach, and Fang making breakfast.

I stomp my way over to him, and he scrambles up and out of his seat. Max. Is. Mad.

"Why the hell didn't you wake me up?"

He may be taller, but I can tell he's scared.

"Come on Max, you deserved to sleep in a bit. And you just looked, you know, peaceful." He looked sincere, but flattery ain't gonna get him anywhere.

"Next time, you will be sorry, got it Fang?" He nods, and gets back to making breakfast. Eight cans of soup sit next to him, which is weird because that's only enough food for the two of us.

"Where are Angel and Dylan?"

Fang doesn't even look up from opening the cans when he speaks. "They went out, to get more supplies. They'll be back a couple hours before dinner."

"AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO TELL ME THIS!" I'm the leader here, and does anyone tell me anything? No. When Angel decided to go exploring for a couple of days, did she tell me? Any guesses? She didn't.

"Jesus, Max, they told me before they left. I figured you would be okay with that." He's gonna die.

I tackled him into the sand, and started yelling at him.

"IF YOU HAD TOLD ME AS SOON AS I CAME OUT, THAT. WOULD. HAVE. BEEN. FINE! BUT NOT TELLING ME UNTIL I ASK IS BASICALLY HIDING IT FROM ME!" I stopped yelling, and Fang just laid there and yawned.

"I am going to KILL you, my dear Fang."

"You love me too much to do anything of the sort, my dear Max." He smirked up at me. I am going to smack the smirk off of his face if he doesn't stop.

"I do love you too much to kill you, but you WILL NOT forget this."

His hands had been behind his head, but now they were sliding down my sides to my waist.

"Say it again." The smirk was gone, and I was going into freak out mode. He was not going to distract me from seriously injuring him.

"Say what again? That I'm going to kill you and keep your head in a jar?"

He pulled me down so I was resting most of my weight on him, and started to nuzzle my neck.

"Say that you love me again."

"Why would I tell you that when you are severely pissing me off?" I whisper in his ear. In all honesty, I was quite happy with what he was doing, but I wasn't going to let him think that.

"You know it's true, Max. I know you've heard me say it, but you never say it back." He looked at me, and in the bottomless black pits he called eyes, I almost saw SADNESS.

Had I really done this to him? Had I made him think that I don't love him? I can't even remember the last time we even kissed.

I guess I took to long to answer, because he shifted me off of him and started to get up.

"You got more of a thing for Dylan, huh? You can have him, if it makes you happy." His voice sounded so SAD. To the point where even I wanted to cry.

"NO!" I yelled, and tackled him back down to the sand.

"What the hell is with you and tackling me?" He just laid there and rubbed his head where it hit the ground.

"I... I really do love you, Fang, and I don't want anyone else but you, not even Dylan."

He didn't say anything at first, and it got to the point where it was pretty awkward.

"I love you too, Max." He pulled me down to and kissed me, and I relaxed immediately. I guess I hadn't realized how much I missed him. I was to preoccupied with living another day to even care about what I was doing to the ones I love.

We continued for what seemed like forever, until the smell of burnt tomato soup hit us.

Fang was the one to break away first.

"We should probably take care of that. I don't want to lug a new pot all the way back from God knows where."

After breakfast we really didn't have anything to do. We had finished the roof, and had enough food for lunch and dinner.

So what would any respectable pair of teenagers do if they were left alone for another four hours? We went swimming, and made out. We went flying, and made out mid air. We walked on the beach, and made out. That's basically how our day went.

Fang has just put some fish onto the grill over the fire when I pushed him onto to his back and rested my head on his chest.

"I love you." He sounded the same as always, but I could tell that he was happy.

I responded by straddling and kissing him. He had just started moving his hands up my shirt when we heard a voice.

"Excuse me, but there is a six year old here."

I almost screamed. I jumped off of Fang and pulled my shirt down. I stood up and glared at Dylan.

"YOU," I poked him in the chest. "Need to tell me IN ADVANCE when you plan to leave the island. Not Fang, but me. And I need to know exactly where you are going and when you will be back."

"Why do you have to know when I'm going to be back? So you can get it on with Fang when nobody's here?" He had that smug look of victory on his face, and I was about to wash it off.

"I need to know when you are going to be back, because we still don't know what's out there. They're could be more mutants, or, God forbid, more WHITECOATS." The smug look was on his stupid face was gone. "If you are not back around the time you say that you will be back, I have to assume that something happened to you. I need to know where to look for you."

"You're right, Max. I'm sorry. Anyways, I got this for you. To make up for going psycho a while ago."

He pulled out an iPhone and a solar charger.

"Are you kidding me? Seriously? This is awesome. Thanks Dylan. You are gonna have to show me that you aren't go all ape on us again, though."

Fang appeared beside me. "Dinner is ready guys." They all turn around and start walking towards the fire. I click the home button on the iPhone and am surprised when its turns on. Dylan must have charged it while flying.

"Hey guys, look over here!"

I turn on the camera and snap a photo of the three of them. Dylan and Angel are full on smiling, and Fang is standing there with his signature half smile. This might not be the key to Dylan's forgiveness, but it sure is helping.

I run to dinner, and tackle Fang again right as he's going to get his plate.

"Seriously, woman?! What is wrong with you?!"

"Oh, you know you love me." I'm the one smirking now.

"And I don't know why I do..." He says as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

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