Don't Let It Go To Your Head
A/N: Ok, so this is my first attempt at a Maximum Ride FF, though I absolutely LOVE the series and all the characters in them. I especially love faxness and I thought I'd try and write a fanfiction about it. It's set when the flock are still at Anne's and still attending the local school. Fang and Lissa are dating and Max and Sam are getting on well… apart from the fact that she can't get Fang out of her head. Read on to find out more.
I watched Angel climb the tree, cat-like, and settle herself in between a laughing Nudge and the Gasman. The three of them peered down at Fang, trying to stifle their laughter. Fang, however, didn't look amused.
"Give it back!" He yelled up the tree, looking seriously pissed off. He turned to glare at me and I barely had time to conceal my own smirk. I shrugged and reached for my drink, showing him I wasn't about to move from my chair anytime soon.
Fang turned away from me and hoisted himself up onto the first branch. The three kids squealed and attempted to jump down but they were no match for Fang, who saw what they were going to do almost instantly. He leapt to the right and seized Angel in mid-air. The Gasman flung himself on top of Fang, who swore and slid slightly on his branch. He clung to the branch above him (the Gasman still clinging to him around the neck and Angel, who was howling with laughter, tucked under his arm) and looked around for Nudge.
I could see Nudge hiding behind a bush from where I was sitting and knew that if I could then Fang most certainly could. He jumped down from the tree and, quick as a flash, bolted over to her. She screamed hysterically, clutching his hat to her chest, and ran toward me. My eyes widened, seeing the collision before it had even happened. I shouted out but no one heard me. Nudge tried to slow down (unsuccessfully) but stumbled and fell into me, Fang stopped too abruptly, sending the Gasman flying over his head and onto the crumpled heap that was Nudge and me.
The three of us lay, shouting at each other, trying to get out of the tangled mess. Angel wriggled out of Fang's grasp and grabbed onto Nudge's leg and tried to pull her out from underneath me. Fang, being Fang, walked calmly over to us, his face completely impassive. He bent down until he was face-to-face with me, shook his head and grabbed his hat out of Nudge's now slack grasp. He got back up and made his way back inside, jamming the beanie hat back on his head. I scowled, watching him retreat back into the coolness of the house.
"Hey, is Lissa there?" That git. I shoved Nudge off of me and got to my feet, dusting myself off and straining my ears to hear what he was saying to the Red-hair wonder. He turned around suddenly and I knew that he'd felt my gaze watching him. I blushed and looked determinedly in the other direction.
"Max," Angel tugged on the sleeve on my arm.
"When are Iggy and Anne going to be back?"
"I don't know. Anne takes as long doing the weekly shopping as she does hogging the bathroom in the morning." I replied, not really paying attention, as I was too busy glaring over at the open back door.
My bag began to vibrate rather violently and I walked over to it, flipping my phone open and glancing casually at the caller id. Sam. I put the phone to my ear and made sure that I greeted Sam in a voice that was louder than necessary, "Oh! Hi Sam! Fancy you ringing now! I was just thinking about you!" I was probably imagining it but I was almost sure that I heard Fang pause and I most definitely saw his back stiffen. "Dinner? Erm, of course, sure, I'll meet you at the diner at 6. Ok. Yeah. Bye."
As soon as I pocketed phone, Fang came storming over and I couldn't help but feel slightly satisified with myself, well, until I realised the real reason for his joining me. "You did that on purpose!" He said in dangerously quiet voice.
"What?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"Don't act all innocent, Max. You over-heard me telling Lissa to meet me at the diner at 6!"
"Oh, yeah, right, because I have nothing better to do than to listen in on your sad, pathetic phone calls with the Red-haired wonder!"
"She's called Lissa!"
"Or whore, or slut bag, you could really just pick your favourite, couldn't you?"
Fang looked furious and his fists were clenched, as though he was trying his hardest not to lose his temper with me. "Fine. Maybe you didn't hear my phone call. Just ring Sam and tell him you can't go."
"Erm, why?" I said.
"Because I asked Lissa first." Fang replied simply.
"So! It doesn't matter! I don't see what the problem is! We don't have to talk to each other or even say hello, we can sit at opposite sides of the diner if you want to!" Fang stared at me for a few seconds and I could tell he was trying to suss me out. Then he nodded.
"Fine. There's no problem. We just keep out of each other's way." He agreed. He didn't give me a chance to say anything else. He walked back over to the others and started talking to Gazzy. I watched him with narrowed eyes. Fine. Two could play that game. If he wanted to act casual, indifferent, then fine, so could I.
Good? Bad? Should I continue? Please R&R!