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Fang

Four letters, one syllable, probably like a six word definition, and yet I still had no idea what 'life' really was. Although if I had to take a guess I'd say it was Max in my arms as we laid next to each other for a whole day.

Normal wasn't usually a word in my vocabulary, but laying in bed with nothing to listen to but My girlfriend's sweet voice seemed pretty normal to me. Everything was coming together nicely if only for the moment. There was no threat lurking in the back of our minds, no bad guy sneaking into the house, no anger issues to deal with, no emotional Max to poke at, it was just me and her. And her voice. And my interrupting kisses.

"I love you," I would whisper every now and then as she attempted to catch me up on the Hell she went through while I was in my illusion-School induced coma. Max would only smile, then frown, then continue her story. A part of me pricked at the concern that never wavered when I looked at my beautiful girlfriend, but she would tell me what was up eventually- or at least I hoped she would.

"By the way, I'm really glad you took a shower today."

"You mean seven. I took seven showers." I corrected, although I had never technically stepped out from underneath the piercing hot water it counted. After all I had used my whole bottle of emergency Green Apple shampoo.

"I can tell by the smell Mr. Granny Smith." Max said, and laughed lightly. What a sound that was. Her laugh. Quiet and calm until it crescendoed into a noisy cat on the verge of death. Hideously beautiful. Just like the scars on her body my fingers traced over.

"Well somebody used all of my blueberry shampoo in my shower boycott," I clucked my tongue at her jokingly as she subconsciously ran a hand through her hair, the frown coming back.

"It reminded me of you."

"I know."

Silence embraced us for a moment and I took that short time to steal a sweet kiss as I pulled her closer against me. "So," Max began after denying me my boyfriend-ical rights to kiss her until I was out of breath, "I'm sure you don't wanna lay around with me all day so what should we do?"

"I say burn a few calories, the fun way," I growled out as seductively as my raspy voice allowed, pushing her onto her back and pinning her on our bed.

"Running?" Max considered innocently, amusement gleaming in her eyes.

"Running is for overachievers, I'm more into less clothes and more sweat."

"Both of which happen in running." Max pointed out, causing me to roll my eyes as I collapsed on top of her, my face falling into the pillow in the area between her shoulder and neck.

"Why can't you just go along with my smooth pick-up lines? I mean, that was pretty hot right there and I haven't even been awake forty-eight hours." My voice whined into her ear before I kissed her cheek quickly.

"Because now that we're dating I don't have to make your ego feel good."

"You didn't do that before we were dating." I pointed out.

"And I'm not about to start now." Max's body squirmed under mine until she finally slithered out and oh-so gracefully stumbled off the bed onto her feet.

"Alright so we're in Australia, let's go find some screwed-up animals and poisonous spiders the size of you!" Call me crazy, but that didn't sound like the most exciting date to go on with your girlfriend.

"Oh, speaking of dates," I began suddenly.

"I wasn't-"

"No. Do not speak. I'm going to point out the fact that we have not been on an official date and I think we should definitely go on one as soon as possible. You pick the place, and my hair picks the time."

I watched as Max's smile faded into a blank slate as it had been doing all day right after my stupid jokes and attempted to read her like the open book she had never been around me. What were those emotions fluttering through her eyes? Love? Fear? Anxiety?

"About that…" My girlfriend's voice faded off into my own type of swirling emotions and thoughts. She refused to complete her sentence however, and so I was left wondering what she was going to say.

"I'm all ears," I prodded quietly, hoping for once she would just blurt out everything on her mind.

"Well I, Fang I um…" A sigh blew out of Max's lips as she walked over to me, sliding her hands into mine. "This is really hard for me to even think, let alone say." Panic. Raw, undeniable panic ran through me as the worse case scenarios flooded my mind. This was it. This was why she had been acting weird all day. This was the frowns that muddled her smile. I was sure it was bad news. What other explanation was there for the shaky hands that squeezed my own so tightly.

"I swear if you have cancer or something I'm going to…" Her eyes flickered. "Oh no. Please tell me that's not it." I begged, looking the one thing I loved more than myself over a couple times. No, she couldn't have cancer. That was a stupid thought. She was an experiment. What was worse than cancer? A lot of things, actually. Being a lab rat there could be a million things wrong and less than three ways to fix all of them combined.

"No, it's not that. It's something… ugh, I just wish you could read my mind so I wouldn't have to say it."

"Maximum Ride, you are not I repeat, not breaking up with me." I demanded, skipping to the obvious issue that kept buzzing in my mind.

"No, what? That's crazy. Of course not!" Max exclaimed rapidly, causing a breath I didn't know I had been holding to fall out of my mouth.

"Alright, then spit it out. Please, before I die from anticipation." I persisted, my hands on the verge of trembling. Please don't let it be bad news, please don't let it be bad news, please don't let it be-

"Fang, I know we haven't exactly known each other for that long. What's it been, a year? I don't know. It's hard to keep track of time when you're always running from something. But I just, I know how much you love me, and I love you and I just…"

"Max, I'm clueless here, what is it?" I prodded gently, hoping she'd finally speak her mind. She was Maximum Ride after all. There was never a time where words failed someone like her.

"I want to get married."

Wow. Talk about the proposal of the century, am I right?

Sorry it's taken me forever to update. I was in a musical and if you've ever been in one you get it.

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