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Max
I held tight to Fang as we were both propelled off the floor of the cart and he landed on top of me- go figure- yet I somehow guessed he did it purposely. Spreading his wings so they enveloped me in a kinda dome. His hurt wing was bleeding, and the duct tape ripped at his feathers, but he seemed determined to protect me through the explosion.
"Fang?" I whispered, once all the bombs were done killing the cart we were on. I felt sand in my shirt, and on my arms. We were in a desert. It didn't take much to realize that as I peaked through the feathers to see endless amounts of sand and some cactuses. (Cacti?) "Fangles?" I said again, noticing it seemed all hundred and ten pounds of the boy was on me. It honestly wasn't that much, but it bothered me that his eyes were closed, and he wasn't moving.
"Nicolas Ride!" I snapped, shoving him off if me. Fang lay limp as I scrambled to my feet. "Wake up! You have to wake up!" I shrieked kneeling down and shaking him hard. His chest didn't seem to be rising or falling, and I rolled him onto his stomach, tearing his already-ripped-shirt-from-opening-his-wings, off his back.
And what I saw, was pure horror. Blood covered all of Fang's back, most of the skin was burned off and a lot of small pieces of metal and glass stuck out in a sickening way.
I took a deep breath. Get it together Max, you can handle this. You've seen much worse. Slowly, I began plucking the pieces of metal and glass out of Fang's back. A small twitch from his wings coming with each piece I pulled out.
"You know, you're such an idiot. I was actually okay with having feelings for you, you jerk. And then you go and kill yourself... protecting a monster. Jerk!" I muttered, dislodging pieces from his wings.
"You... okay?" Fang gasped out, barely breathing as it was.
"Shhh, you jerk, save your breath." I whispered, pouring cool water on said Jerk's back. He yelped and sighed in relief.
"Sorry" Fang breathed out, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
"You saved my life. But you shouldn't have. Fang, just rest for now, okay sweetheart?" I muttered as if he was as fragile as I felt.
"Mkay." He mumbled, and his breathing became somewhat even, yet jagged. I smiled and poured some more water on his back. Wiping away the blood and dead skin with his ripped up shirt and tearing a clean one into strips to bandage him up.
When I was finished, I sat there, sipping a bottle of water, careful to save it for when the dark angel woke up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, brain! He is not a dark angel! You are not to think of him like that! He's just my... jerk of a boyfriend. I've only known him like two days. Was it even a good idea to kiss him? God, this is why the only man in my life is Ari- I'm calling Ari a man. Something is wrong with me. Majorly wrong." I muttered, looking at Fang thoughtfully. He seemed peaceful in his sleep, but he was sweating as if having a nightmare.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing it to the side out of his closed eyes. "Wake up for me, Fangalator." I mumbled.
"Fangalator, really Maxine?" He asked, opening one dark eye, then the other. They looked at me with a certain gaze that told me he had been up through my rant.
I hit his back lightly and he winced, closing his good wing tight and fluttering his worthless one. "can you kiss me and make it better?" Fang asked, with Bambi eyes. I smirked and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "No, no, no! Maximum Ride if you don't kiss me right now I'll- oh screw the threat." Fang mumbled, sitting up and pulling me against him, kissing me roughly.
I sat there, surprised for a moment before kissing Fangles back. "You do realize either of us could be dead by morning, and that I'll eventually kick you to the curb, right?" I mumbled against his lips.
"Yup. But you're the only girl around I know so you'll do until then." Fang mumbled, being as french with me, as the country was.
About five minutes later, the heated make out session ended. Mostly because another train had passed and someone had roughly cleared their throat. I looked up to see a glaring Ari and innocently backed away from Fang.
"He gave me Bambi eyes!" I immediately defended.
"Max, I thought we were leaving him in Italy! And whoa, what's up with the wings, bro? I mean, I didn't think the avian breed was successful." Ari mumbled that last part under his breath.
"I know right? I mean, all the avians died out within the first week, like the erasers!" I said.
"Erasers? Wolf hybrids?" Fang asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded.
"Yeah, I only know one person who's still alive with lupine DNA. And we're on our way over to her after we go stop by Iggy's place in Italy." I explained casually.
"Erasers used to chase me around when I started developing my wings. Making me fly before they were even halfway grown and I fully knew how to use them. It hurt like hell and it took all my willpower to hover just fifty feet off the ground." Fang shuddered, his back pain forgotten, as if he could remember everything that happened as if it was yesterday.
"Okay, does anybody realize I now have to give Fang the big bro speech? Cause I do!" Ari said loudly. I nodded and Fang looked up at Ari. My bro took a breath and then: "If you hurt Max, let's just hope I get to you first." He said simply. "You may resume make out session once I'm not around." Ari finished. I snickered at Fang's surprised reaction.
"Uh... okay." Fang muttered, slowly getting to his feet. I gave him a quick peck on the lips to which Ari gagged. I snickered and bumped my brother.
"Okay, we need to be in Italy yesterday." I told Ari as he whipped out his laptop and typed away. Ari never hooked us up, but a connection I had who could hack very easily always did. It only ever took one message from Ari and I and we had a private jet to wherever whenever. One way.
Line Break
Five hours later we were in a jet on our way to Italy. A medical team had helped Fang and explained to me what I needed to do to keep him healthy and everything not infected since we'd be on the move constantly. After they explained everything and I threw them overboard, I walked over to Fang.
"You need to take baths instead of showers for a week- avian healing time- and someone is going to need to help you get clean. You'll need to be re bandaged up once a day everyday for two weeks. And yes, you did remember to pack a swimsuit so you will be wearing that any time Ari and I help you get cleaned up. I recommend no sarcastic and or witty comments unless you wanna be eating your own teeth, now, any questions baby?" I asked politely.
"You know Max, I think you'd like it more if I wasn't wearing anything at all, and then you could wash all of-" Smack! Okay, I punched him in the chest for that pretty face's sake. But you better believe he was gasping for air.
"As stated before, any witty and or sarcastic comments will result in being punched." I patted Fang's head before walking back over to my seat and relaxing in the comfy chair.
Long after Ari was asleep, I had walked back over to a dozed-off Fang. "Figures, we can make out now and he's sleeping."
"No I'm not." Fang mumbled, opening his eyes. I roll mine.
"Why aren't you ever asleep?" I wonder. Fang pulled me onto his lap with so much force I didn't even realize I was straddling him until I was finished glaring at my perv of a boyfriend.
"I am asleep. You wake me up though, doll. This time, I'm glad you did." Fang winked at me before pulling me closer and kissing me.
"Yuck! Morning breath!" I whisper-shouted.
"I know you have morning breath, Max. I really don't care though." Fang mumbled into the kiss, obviously not understanding my fake-plea for him to stop making out with me. I pulled back.
"Do I really have MB?" I asked, Fang smirked.
"Oh I don't know, I'll have to kiss you again to find out." The answer was no obviously, or Fang and I wouldn't be kissing at the moment.
"Cough, big brother is awake to find Fang's shirt unbuttoned, cough" Ari said rather rudely.
"Funny Ari but I didn't..." My voice trailed off. "When did I do that?" I asked, staring a Fang's unbuttoned black button down long sleeve shirt.
"I didn't even know you did that." Fang mumbled to himself, slowly buttoning his shirt up in a bit of confusion. Hey, I'm right there with you buddy.
"How do you not know you're potentially stripping somebody down? I mean, God Max! I'm never gonna be able to leave you to alone for more than five minutes."
"Five minutes should be enough time." Fang muttered, looking up at the ceiling of the jet as if he was calculating.
"Three minutes then." Ari snapped,
"Still enough time." Fang said, as if in his own other universe.
"One minute."
"I can make that work." Fang put a smirk on his face at Ari's frustrated look.
"Fang, I will rip your (you know what) off so you can't do nothing to Max. And then what are you gonna do?" Ari questioned.
"Rip yours off as payback." The smirk was back, bigger than ever as Ari grumbled something about idiots as he walked into the cockpit of the plane.
"Quick! We have five minutes!" Fang joked loudly. Ari stormed out of the cockpit and glared at Fang before going back.
"Don't scare him Fangles." I muttered, noticing he forgot to button the top two buttons.
"You forgot some." I mumbled, going to fix it when his hands grabbed my wrist.
"I did that purposely. You deserve a sneak peek at the Fangalator." Fang winked at me and snickered. I rolled my eyes and pushed him playfully.
Fang smirked at me yet again and I yawned, tired. "Night Fang." I whispered, moving next to him and resting my head on his chest. Fsng wrapped an arm around my waist and laid the seat back so he could sleep too.
"You know, this means we're sleeping together." Fang mumbled and I tapped his cheek with my hand.
"Oh hush you perv. You're worse than Iggy." I muttered.
"Who's Iggy?" Fang asked as I closed my eyes.
"You'll see." I mumbled, before drifting off.
Okay, no major cliffies this time. Who's excited to meet Iggy? ME OOO OOO ME! I'M SO GONNA WRITE IGGY FOR THE REST OF THE STORY! That's nice Arch. Anyways, hope you liked it. OH AND! WE WONT ADD CHAPTERS UNTIL WE GET (UNREASONABLE AMOUNT REQUEST) REVIEWS!
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