Put Your Records On

The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same. I witnessed how even when Fang held my hand in the hallways, no one was surprised at school. He came to my locker and whispered words to me. He was there by my door to walk me to class even though we did share most of the same classes. He was there again and it was so surreal.

I held his hand as we passed by Bobby who seemed to shrug it off with no surprise. He seemed to say that he knew this was bound to happen. I wondered if his stomach was still hurting from where Fang had punched him.

I walked out of my art class and searched for any exits instantly. "When are you going to realize that you don't have to try any longer?" Fang whispered. He seemed to speak more to me now that his past was out in the open. He no longer had the secret to hold back. His fingers interlaced with mine.

Boy, I love that- the way his warm palm always perfectly fit with mine. It felt like two pieces of the puzzle finally coming together. I stood at Fang's locker watching as he did his combination. I leaned against the wall because he lucked out and got the last locker in the row. He stared up at me and smiled as he pulled open his locker.

"Do you still have your wallet?" He asked casually while placing his books away and taking a few out. He stood there with his locker open not really needing it. We were heading to lunch next anyways.

I patted my pocket where there was a gigantic bulge in my jeans. I kept the wallet that I had gotten for my fifteenth birthday. Within it Angel, my mom, and Ella had inserted pictures into the photo part. There was a picture of us, Fang and I, that was my favorite. I use to stare at it back when I had been a prisoner at Mr. Chu's camp. "Never left me," I whispered. "Even after what happened." Fang winced.

It still hung there, the pain of being separated. We would get past it. For the most part, we already had. Fang took it worse than I did. He was waiting for Abraham to come and take me. I was waiting too but Fang refused to leave my side. Unbeknownst to my mom and the rest of the flock (except Iggy and Ella), Fang had spent every night with me so far. We only could sleep with the comfort of each other right next to us.

"Don't you think it's strange?" I asked as he shut his locker, deciding to put all of his books away in the end. He stepped closer to me with a raised eyebrow, placing his hands slightly above my head waiting to lean in.

"What?" He asked teasing. I bit my lip not sure if I should say it at all. "Just go ahead Max," he whispered. I sighed and took a deep breath. I smiled lightly and he responded with a smile of his own.

"Well, it's been two days and nothing has happened. Now, I'm getting nervous. Brigid sucks at patience normally. She should've attacked by now." Fang ran a hand through his hair and kissed me. Our hands intertwined once we broke apart and headed towards lunch.

"Abraham, I know the man, he's a lot like-," Fang paused and I could see he wasn't sure if he could continue. Fang shut his eyes and shook his head, "He's like me. He's my father afterall. He knows that time is the most effective threat you can give an enemy. He said to me when I was younger 'Let them think they have all the time in the world and then rip it out from under them.'" Fang shivered.

We sat at lunch with Iggy and Ella, permanently forever. There was no more breaking apart or turning around from where we were. We had suffered enough, Fang and I, so I made a promise to myself that there would only be happiness between us. I decided to skip my lunch thinking I could wait until after school to have something to eat. I rested against Fang with our hands laying on top of our touching legs. He played with a strand of my hair and smiled.

"So," he whispered, "Tell me your favorite song." Normal enough right?

Song is "Put Your Records On" by Corinne Bailey Rae

Next is "The Curse of Curves" by Cute is What We Aim For

The Curse of Curves

Her bone structure screams "Touch her! Touch her!"

Fang watches Max from across the room as she focuses on her homework. Her eyes narrowed as if she was staring down her enemy instead of algebra problems. A smile formed on his lips so lightly and suddenly, as if she had felt it, she was staring up at him with a smile in response. She was lying on the couch and he was sitting on the recliner. They had promised each other they would focus on their school work.

But they hadn't gone to school in sixteen years? Why start now right?

Max reached her arms out and he couldn't deny her. He couldn't say no, never, not to Max. He stepped over to her. His bare feet pressed into the warm fabric of the carpet. She was dressed in simple jeans and a blue polo shirt. Her wings were folded against her back. Gazzy and Angel looked up from their work to watch them. Nudge giggled in excitement from the corner of the room where she repaired clothes.

Fang slid in next to her and they adjusted so that Max was resting, pretty much, on top of him. None of the kids minded seeing this, it made them realize that things were finally where they should be. Max and Fang together while the flock lived a normal life.

As a joke, Fang sang softly in her ear so no one else could ear, "I've got the gift of one lines and you've got the curse of curves. And with this gift I compose words and the question that comes forward." Max pressed her lips against his chin.

"You should sing more often," she joked, resting her head on his chest staring up at him. Fang's fingers were feeling the pulse of her skin now as he touched her cheek. She smiled just as a shadow cast over them.

"Max, I need help with my math homework." Gazzy rubbed his arm which had a band aid from an experiment gone wrong. Max had panicked when that happened. Fang would've sent him a glare if it weren't for the fact that Gazzy was just ten and was still a kid. Fang couldn't have Max to himself.

As much as he wished he could.

"All right, Gazzy. I'll help you." Max pushed herself off Fang's chest and stood up. Her hand trailing down his stomach for a moment so no one could see. She had a slight smile as she walked over to the corner of the room. Angel and Gazzy began hoarding over Max and asking her questions on their homework. She nuzzled their hair with her hand and spoke lightly to them.

Fang was always amazed by her. She was practically a mother at fourteen, let alone sixteen. She took care of the flock and never let them get hurt if she could help it. When both Angel and Gazzy were staring at their homework, Max lifted her eyes to Fang.

In those big brown eyes, he read it all.

Everything on Max's mind was now his.

Just like always, one look with a lot said.

Fang held in his breath as he thought.

Your inside lingo had me at hello.

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