Hey, guys, I'm back! This is Fang's installment in this little series-ish thing. This one's a bit sad, though, so be warned. It takes place during Saving The World And Other Extreme Sports, not sure when exactly. I wanted to thank Anony Mice, who left me such a nice review today, and made me want to write another segment for this. Enjoy!
Max smiled at him, her eyes betraying the tough mask she wore. Fang loved it when she looked at him like that; it felt like she was sharing something with him, something secret.
"Hey," she said, sitting down beside him. He nodded in response, his insides turning upside down when her arm brushed against his. Not that he showed that; straight face, as always. "Whatcha doin'?" she inquired, peering over his shoulder at his laptop.
"Big surprise," she chuckled. "Sure are a lot of comments about us, huh?"
Fang blinked, then realized he was, in fact, looking at a comments page. "Yeah, I guess."
"Ooh, new one." She pointed at the screen, exceedingly close to him.
Max Ride says...
Fang, I'm sorry for all the stupid things I've done. I could never say this out loud... I know how you feel, and I feel the same about you. I love you. :) Was that cheesy? Sorry, heh.
He looked at her, raising his eyebrow a fraction of an inch. She smiled, blushing. He glanced through the woods; the rest of the flock were in the next clearing, laughing and talking. When he looked back, Max shyly put her hands on his shoulders. She seemed to gather her confidence, and they leaned in, touching their lips together.
Fang allowed himself to smile against her lips, before kissing her deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist, stroking the feathers on her wings.
They parted, and he looked behind them. That had been Angel's voice, but wasn't she back at the clearing...? When he looked for the flock, the woods were dark, the campfire gone.
"Ma-ax!" Angel called again. Max's brow furrowed, and she stood up. "Max, wait," he called, a bad feeling in his gut, but she was walking towards the dark forest.
"Angel, where are you?" she called, stepping into the shadows. Fang immediately saw someone there, but it wasn't Angel... it was a little boy.
"Max, stop!" He yelled, but it was too late, Ari was changing, he was his usual self now, fangs bared, Eraser-fied paws reaching for her, and rearing to tear at her, and--
"MAX!" Fang sat up, night all around him. He panted for breath, cold sweat running down his back.
"Mmf... What's up?" Iggy mumbled, half awake.
"Uh. Nothing. Go back to sleep." He was already snoring again, as was Gazzy.
He sat there for a while, his breathing returning to normal. No Max, no way to know if she was OK. The sound of her breath wouldn't help him through the night.
Fang groaned quietly, burying his head in his arms, then laid back down. Max...
Oh, yeah, don't forget to review :) (Also, sorry if there's any typos; the E on my keyboard has been a bit stuck lately.)