Nightmares and Movies (Fang's POV)

Fang watched her, twisting and turning in her sleep. She was screaming and resting on her stomach. Her face was facing him as if she knew he was there. Distorted into pain and agony, the painful nightmares that were his own flashed through his mind as a reminder by the sight of Max in front of him.

His reason for being here was he couldn't sleep knowing she was downstairs. She- beautiful, amazing, funny, tough, wearing his pants, Maximum Ride who made the rest of the sixteen year old girls look like Godzilla. Perfect was an impossible standard- he knew that, but she had it down to a science. She was perfectly imperfect.

But the way his heart beat or his mouth went dry, it wasn't new.

He had felt this before.

Not that he recalled the memory vividly.

But this had happened another time in his life.

Max suddenly adjusted so she was on her back before minutes later, she sat up straight and held on to her chest. Even frightened and breathing heavy like she was, Fang's heart did back flips and twisted up into a knot. Good thing he was always silent because if he tried to speak too much, he would've been tongue-tied.

"Max?" He loved the way her name tasted on his lips- like summer air in the country with thick maple syrup waffle smell caught on the wind. Yeah- that's what her name tasted like to him.

Upstairs, Ella, Nudge, and Iggy were either sleeping or still up playing stupid childish games like Truth or Dare. Fang was watching her curves, her skin, her beating chest, just to make sure she hadn't hurt herself in her nightmares. During some of the dreams, he woke up bruised or scratched. Sometimes one loses control like that in a bad dream.

"I'm fine," she murmured but Fang knew she wasn't. Her entire body was shaking although he knew well enough that she as trying to hide it. She adjusted her hair and he caught the image of the scar again. Catching his gaze, she hid it but he was still amazed by how similar his own scar was, when she replied, "It's nothing." But there was a hint of lying in her voice and in her brown gorgeous eyes. Fang knew her well enough.

"You screamed." He made sure to point out.

He saw she was embarrassed by that.

"I have nightmares." Her eyes rested on his chest and observed him in every way. He didn't move or breath, he liked the electricity of feeling her gaze on him. Fang wanted more.

"Why are you up so late?" He sighed when she looked away from him. Fang couldn't quite explain that he was fascinated with her. He didn't want to say that he was watching her sleep because he couldn't get his mind of her. He also didn't want to point out that at one point in her sleep, before the screaming, she had whispered his name lightly and smiled. He would keep the pleasure of that memory to himself.

"Movie?" Fang saw the happiness of the easy normal line shared between them. He stood up before she even answered. When he placed in the movie, he saw her curious stare. She was even more shocked when he grabbed a blanket. He knew she was cold but it was more of a reason to get close to her.

When the movie started Max smiled and Fang raised an eyebrow. He knew she was finding the movie choice hilarious. He hoped that she was thinking of him in the title somehow, someway. Fang casually draped an arm over her shoulder as Max and he watched the movie. At one moment, his thumb traced over her scar and he felt a jolt of excitement. Max stared up at him with wide eyes of shock and he stared longingly back.

Max shook her head and turned her attention back to the movie.

Fang kept staring at her.

Because he knew at one point in his life,

He had been in love with Maximum Ride

Just as he knew he loved her now.

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