So I spent nearly six hours wondering around a desert waiting impatiently for the sun to rise. Yeah, stupid, I know, but what would you have done in my place? I mean, really…
It was like my brain was on autopilot; I just walked and walked, going nowhere, doing nothing. Just walked.
For nearly six hours.
Until sunrise I did this, and when the light finally came, I knew I had to go back. Back to that cave; back to Fang.
It wasn't the most appealing of prospective ideas, but it had to be done.
We still were looking for a better patch of land to crash at and everything, and I guess I needed to help.
Though the prospect of crawling back to that cave to Fang was utterly infuriating.
And I thought I was mad at him before…
Well, anyway, I took off from God knows where and struggles to regain my sense of location, which, admittedly, took several minutes.
The flight back to that cave was just one long adventure of dread. I was not a happy bird girl, I tell you what.
And that thought, of course, reignited the internal war that had been raging inside my head all freaking night.
What the hell kind of game was Fang playing at?
At least by this time, the initial shock was over and I could now go over this problem from a logical standpoint without those agitating 'feelings' and 'emotions' getting in the way.
Anyway, why had he kissed me?
That's the most blunt way to put it, and being straight to the point was the best idea for such a baffling can of worms that this incident presented.
And discussing it with him was out of the question for now. As far as I had always known, Fang wasn't the most verbal person when it came to feelings… Or anything.
It was all so very strange, I thought as I ascended to a good cruising altitude; this was not the kind of thing I wanted to have to think about.
Everything was so much simpler when I only had to think about avoiding capture and saving the world on a date to be named later.
I pined for the good 'ol days.
It was far too soon when the cave that held the most annoying person on this planet came into view.
I sighed as I swooped down and decided then on the entrance I would make; nice and quick, with rock solid resolve. Yeah, that's the way to go…
So I rocketed right in there, and was quite satisfied to see that I startled the hell out of Fang.
So we were off.
I'm glad I'll never see that cave again.
So we flew along going in the direction that I chose (I'm the leader. Me.) and neither of us said anything for a while.
Which was fine with me.
Fang had a lot of explaining to do, but right now I was not in the mood to hear it. There was always later.
And there would certainly be a alter here.
"So, did you sleep well last night?" Fang said from somewhere behind me.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Out like a light. You?"
"Not well at all, actually," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry for you," I said, not even trying to dull down the amount of sarcasm I poured into that sentence. He had kissed me, freaked me out and I hadn't sleep at all, and now he wanted me to feel sorry for him?
Yeah.
No.
"I was thinking about stuff, Max," he said. "And I kinda sorta wanna talk to you about it."
"Not now," I said almost instantly. "Later. Not now."
"Why not?" he asked,
"I'm not in the mood, all right?"
"But why-"
"Not now!" I said, nearly shouting. "Okay?!"
Fang didn't say a thing for a long time after that.
Fine by me.
He was treading on rather thin ice, I hoped for his sake he had figured that out and would just keep his mouth shut for a while.
He seemed to get it, so maybe he wasn't as stupid as he had been acting recently.
Only time would tell.
And on top of everything, I had no idea where we were going.
Weird, huh?
I mean, I knew the direction just fine, but as to what exactly was in that direction I hadn't a clue.
Go me.
Again.
I then wondered how the others were doing. It must have been my leader-ish instinct kicking in or something.
I was here, and Fang (who was still, despite everything he pulled, second in command) was also here. So we, the two most capable in our little group, were out gallivanting around while the rest were up to who knows what.
Oh…
I must be losing it.
But no, no, no, I'm okay. I'm still me, I'm still the kick ass leader chick of my flock, and I'm not losing my grip on reality.
I hope.
No, I'm not. I'm losing it.
No, I'm good.
Is it insanity to question whether you're sane or not?
I mean, shouldn't you know either way?
They say insane people don't know they're insane, so do sane people know they're sane?
Arghh!!!
I really wanted to punch myself really hard right then. To either knock some sense into myself, or knock myself out so I wouldn't have to deal with the insanities of questioning sanity.
My only consolation was that Fang was (hopefully…) utterly oblivious to this bizarre little war that was raging in my mind.
It was sort of his fault. I promised myself that I'd bring that little point up whenever it was that I decided I wanted to know more about what was driving Fang to doing all the strange things he had done recently.
Especially that kiss.
I mean, I know I kissed him once, but that was different and didn't last as long, and I still don't know why exactly it was that I did it.
Add another point to the 'insanity' team.
Don't know own motivations… That can't be good.
And so that train of random thoughts kept chugging around until I figured out where we were, and where we were going.
I was leading Fang to Dr. Martinez's house.
That's where I was going!
Fang was going to meet Dr. Martinez and her daughter Ella.
Oh, wait…
How's that going to go?