Another Heart Calls

Fang's house was dark when he opened the front door. "My mom is working," he informed me. He raised an eyebrow, the rest of the day, I was looking forward to this ice cream. My stomach actually grumbled and I blushed. "Hungry?"

"Always," I replied, that was the 2 percent bird genes working there. "Brigid called me a 'whore' today, a few times as I recall." Fang smirked and rolled his eyes. "Just thought you should know seeing as how she's your ex." He shrugged.

"Like Brigid was ever important Max," he answered as he led me into the kitchen. He started going through the freezer. "Not like you." I blushed as he tossed me a carton of ice cream to place on the counter. He got us spoons and tossed one to me. Then, like the savage bird-kids we were, we dug in, eating straight from the carton. It always taste better that way.

"School was interesting," I remarked. "I let you tie me in the race," I replied. Fang smirked, his typical way of laughing. It didn't take us long to finish the ice cream, being hungry and all. School lunches weren't that filling.

We dropped the spoons in the cartoon when Fang said, "Hey, want to see my room?" I raised an eyebrow and sent him a look that asked 'why do I need to see your room?' He smiled and replied, "I thought you might want to see. I got to see your room." That was the truth after all.

Fang led me up the stairs to a room in the far corner. He opened it up and I saw dark blue walls, a large bed with similar color sheets. The floor was wooden. In one corner was the laptop where he kept his blog. Beside the desk with the laptop was a guitar, "Since when did you play?" Fang shrugged.

"Music class," he responded. I picked up the instrument and handed it over to him. He shook his head and smiled, "No way."

"Please?" I begged and I watched as he listened to me. "Wow, I thought I would have to try harder than that." He rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed. I sat beside him. "I missed you too," I whispered.

He strummed a light melody, his fingers moved swiftly as if he had been playing all his life. I recognized the song. The lyrics were something along the line of , "Do you remember when we didn't care? We were just two kids that took the moment when it was there." I watched Fang finish it off and then lift his eyes.

"Another Heart Calls," I answered, remembering the song. We had listened to it together once before. "When did you learn it?"

"Months ago, it never left me. In a way, keeping me with you." He placed the guitar back in beside the desk and face me. He gave me a smile. "So, how do we tell Iggy?"

"Have him over your house. I'm hoping to get my mom to remember everything. We got rid of the pills that had been given to them." Fang sat on the bed beside me. "This weekend hopefully. Then, we'll be the flock again."

"Good," Fang nodded his head before holding my face. I stared right into his eyes, I forgot everything that was on my mind. All those questions that had haunted me. Fang made me lose reality so easily. I leaned into him and kissed him.

We were suddenly holding on to each other tightly and then, I was falling backwards. My back pressed into the bed as Fang leaned over me. My hands went up into his hair. He tasted sweet just like ice cream. I didn't need to breath with Fang kissing me. He was my life.

I heard Fang moan as he held himself over me, his hands over my shoulders. "Max," he whispered in my ear. I nodded eagerly, feeling his own heart beat in time with mine. His hand traced up my side, underneath the fabric of my shirt. I tingled from his touch. Our lips were moving over each other.

"Fang, I'm-," Fang leaped off of me. Not in time, however, when his mother stepped into the door. Then, I recognized her. I remembered exactly who she was as I tugged the hem of my shirt down while sitting up to face Fang's mother.

Her hair was cut differently and was shorter than usual. Same old suit however and cold eyes staring between the two of us. "Hello Mrs. Loretts," I blushed, dipping my head low. Anna Walker, I can't believe I hadn't realized it until now. Fang to was stiff beside me as he finally made the connection.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything." She waved a hand in the hair. "It's good to see you again Max," And then she shut the door. She never was a good parent as I recalled. I stared at Fang.

"I think I should go," I replied. "Fang, it's Anne! I can't believe we didn't realize that." I shook a bit from the thought that Anne Walker was pretending to be Fang's mother. What was going on here? What did they want from us? I stood to leave but Fang grabbed my arm.

"Don't leave just yet. She'll think it's because of her. We have to pretend that we don't remember anymore." He was right and I let him pull me into a warm, enveloping embrace. He pressed his lips against my hair, "As long as we don't have our wings, we're safe." I just wondered for how long we could keep up the charade. Then, we'd be flying off into the distance.

"What about those M-Geeks I attacked?" I replied. "What if they know?" I rested my head underneath Fang's chin. My lips lightly brushed the smooth skin of his neck.

"We keep going until the enemy knows for sure we're back to our old selves." That was my right hand man for you. He made thinking much easier. "At least now we know where we can get some answers. Have Nudge over in a few days, I suppose." I nodded my head, with her ability to get into computers, she could possibly find something on Anne's laptop, which I bet she still had.

"What should we do for now?" I suggest, staring up at his eyes.

Fang smirked, "Continue with where we left off. We are just normal teenagers after all."

"Sounds good to me."