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19. Wisecracks Won't Break Us Down (DEDICATED TO: OUTSIDEJOKES! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AND SUGGESTION!)
I snuggled into Fang's side, breathing his warmth and sweet, spicy smell. I felt him smile, and he dropped a kiss on the top of my head.
One of my new favorite pastimes.
"How adawrable," Iggy drawled as he got up from the chair he was sitting on.
Fang smacked him on his way into the kitchen. "Shut up."
He shrugged and grinned slyly. "At least I can sleep through the night without having to hear the sound of Max breathing."
I turned to face Fang. "Aww, is that true?"
"No! Well…yeah." He looked sheepish. I pulled his head down for a kiss.
"That's so sweet. And only slightly stalker-ish."
Iggy opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Mountain Dew. "Caaaan you feeeel the loooove toniiiight?"
Fang and I both jumped, remembering he was there.
Iggy grinned. "Aw. How sweet. Lost in their own little world." He struck a pose. "Just the two of us—we can make it if we try, just the two of us. And we rely on each other, uh huh! Makin' love—"
"Iggy," I threatened, "do you really want to go there?"
He grinned and popped open the tab on his soda. "Has Fang gone there?"
I could feel Fang's muscles tense beneath me and I put a hand on his thigh to calm him down. "Iggy. Seriously. Shut up."
He held the soda can like a microphone. "Oh, baby, it's the way you touch me, I—"
"—sugar pie, honey bunch. You know that I love you—"
"Mama mia! Here I go again! My, my! How can I resist you—"
"IGGY!" I jumped off Fang's lap and lunged for him, but for being a blind kid, he was darn quick. He skidded out of the way before I could make a grab for his neck. Cackling, he ducked out the door into the garage.
I growled. "He is so annoying."
Fang stood up and slid an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "But you know," he said, grinning faintly, "there are occasions where he's right about stuff."
I raised my eyebrows teasingly. "Oh, really? And what would that be?"
He leaned closer to me and whispered, "I really can't resist you, Max."
I laughed. "What about this?" My lips found his, and my hands came up to frame his face with my fingers and his rubbed my back in slow, hypnotizing circles.
And the best part? Neither of us resisted.
20. Love Is Hypoallergenic, Neutered, Miniature, and Hairless
"What about this one?" I pointed at a fluffy gray poodle, gnawing on its foot as if it were a prime steak.
Fang wrinkled his nose. "It's a little…feminine for my taste." He tapped on the glass in front of a fuzzy bulldog, shaking the crud out of a mangy rope. "What about this big guy?"
I gave him an incredulous look. "I thought we were looking for a dog."
He rolled his eyes. "That's what dogs do, Max."
"Whatever. I like this one better." I put my hand up against the glass where a tiny chocolate Lab puppy was sleeping.
Fang threw up his hands in frustration. "We can't agree on a single one! How are we going to decide?"
I thought for a minute, gazing absent-mindedly at a pamphlet on proper dog care. "Oh! How about"—I took a step back—"I spin around with my eyes closed and my finger pointing straight out, and whichever one I end up pointing at will be the one we get."
Fang looked a little less than enthusiastic. "Okay…but I get to veto it for whatever reason."
I rolled my eyes again. "Fine." I closed my eyes and spun around, once, twice, three times…then came to a stop, with my eyes still shut. Please let it be a good one, please let it be a good one…
I heard Fang snickering. "What? Is it ugly?"
"Nope," he said, laughter lacing his voice, "This one's perfect."
"Okay," I said, took a deep breath, and opened my eyes. In front of me was an empty cage with a pile of poop sitting on a layer of newspapers. I turned around and glared at Fang, trying not to laugh. "You're so mean."
He grinned and kissed my forehead. "Yeah, but you love me anyway."
I laughed. "Maybe this is a sign. Maybe we're not meant to get a dog."
"I'd say that is a very definite possibility."
"Hmmm…" I brought my finger to my lips thoughtfully. "What about a cat?"
21. Red Is Black Is Blue (DEDICATED TO TWILIGHTERNERD1220! THANKS FOR THE REVIEW AND THE SUGGESTION!)
The night was more frigid than it had been in Antarctica. I pulled my flimsy windbreaker closer around me, attempting to retain some body warmth. All around me were the sounds of the forest—owls hooting, little scurrying noises, rustling in the bushes. Rain dripped from the thick layer of foliage blocking out the nighttime sky, making it even darker than it already was.
It was so stereotypical it was almost creepy.
I huddled up closer to the big, rough tree trunk I was leaning against, trying to ignore the way my claws were tearing into the thin fabric of my coat. A low, feral growl worked its way up my throat and I struggled to keep it down. I didn't want to be this creature. This monster.
That was why I had run away from home. Away from the Flock. I couldn't bear it if I hurt any of them, much less kill…
No. I couldn't think like that.
Now the Flock was safe and that was all that mattered. I shuddered when I finished the first thought off. They were safe from me. And that hurt more than the claws I could feel tearing into the skin of my stomach.
I looked down to find my coat and shirt in shreds, my stomach scraped into long, red gashes. Tears stung my eyes and I forced myself not to cry. This wasn't right. It was all wrong. All wrong…
A branch snapped and my head jerked up and my stomach muscles clenched, adding to the pain.
It was so dark, even my raptor vision wasn't strong enough to derive anything out of the nothingness except a shadowy figure about thirty feet away from me.
Instantly, I felt a surge of power and adrenaline take over my mind. No! I wrestled with myself internally. I couldn't let this happen. I wouldn't. But there was no antidote for this.
The overwhelming urge to hunt was so strong I had to dig my bloodied claws into the bark of the tree behind me to keep from lunging forward and doing some serious maiming to whoever was walking towards me.
"Get back!" I screamed desperately as they advanced closer to me. Closer, closer… I had to make them stop.
"I'll kill you if you don't leave." My voice was shaky from the adrenaline. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was numb from all the pain.
"Max?" A male voice said softly. Instantly all my fears heightened dramatically.
"Fang!" I shouted painfully, scared as the mind-numbing feel of the hunt was already setting in. "Go! Now!"
He stepped even closer, not bothering to be cautious at all. The moonlight seeped through a few empty spots in the trees and a beam of it caught his face. My breathing hitched. How could I do this?
"Max," he said quietly, "are you hurt?"
"No," I lied. "But I will hurt you if you don't leave. Please, Fang. I can't do this. I can't hold myself back much longer."
He set his jaw and came forward again, his face in shadow as soon as the light left it. "I can't leave you, Max."
"No!" I cried, a sob ripping through my body. "Don't!"
He was so close I could have reached out and touched him. "Max."
"No," I turned away, shaking painfully with my tears.
He kneeled down in front of me and touched my bare, bloodied stomach. "What did you do?"
"Nothing." My voice was trembling so much it almost broke.
He looked back up at me. "I'm not abandoning you. You would do the same for me and you know it."
"You're wasting your time," I said, tears thickening my voice. "I can't come with you."
He leaned even closer and ran his finger over my bottom lip. I was motionless, all senses overridden with this action. The mauling urge was tamped down. My eyes were focused on his.
"Max," he whispered, "I love you." Then his lips were on mine and I couldn't think of anything except him and how good this felt.
I tried to move my hands up to his neck in almost a reflexive action, but instantaneously remembered my claws dug deep into the wood behind me. I pulled back immediately, my breath coming in short, harried pants. Fang looked confused. "What is it?"
I glanced back at my hands and did a double take. The claws were gone.
Then I looked down at my stomach and started laughing in pure ecstatic hysteria. The red stripes of torn flesh were gone too!
And it was then I realized that the want to kill was missing as well. I didn't feel the need to hurt, to tear, to rip something apart.
I looked back at Fang, who was smiling widely and my heart just about burst. I threw myself into his arms and rested my elbows on his shoulders, my arms coming up and around to frame his face, and kissed him hard.
He was my antidote.
22. My Heart – Paramore (DEDICATED TO SWEENEYLOVETT! THANKS AGAIN FOR THE REVIEW AND ZE SUGGESTION! HEHEHE)
I watched, struggling to hold back a protest as Gazzy impaled seventeen marshmallows on his stick and stuck them out over the fire.
Fang knew what I was thinking and brushed against me as he leaned over to wipe some chocolate off of Angel's face. I smiled gratefully at him, my heart beating quicker than before. His leg stayed pressed against mine.
I knew now that he wasn't going anywhere.
We had decided to all go on a camping trip together before leaving Mom and Ella's. The Flock and I had never experienced the more cushy side of residing in the wilderness, and Mom was more than happy to assist.
Now we were huddled up together around the fire, roasting numerous marshmallows and slapping them with a—gigantic in Gazzy's case—chunk of chocolate between two graham crackers.
I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to eating desert rats now.
Ella and Nudge were giggling at Iggy's antics on the other side of the fire and it made me smile. I loved it when the Flock was together, not worried about what was going to happen next, what evil plot from Itex would pop up, just being happy and content.
Then I felt Fang's thigh pressed up against mine and added warm to the list. Seriously. For being so dark and all, the dude's got some warmth in him.
Mom tossed a bag of marshmallows at me. "You've only had six, Max. Eat up."
But before I could reach my hand in the bag, Gazzy snatched it away from me and strung more onto his stick, marshmallow goo covering his mouth. "Thanks, Max!"
I rolled my eyes. "My pleasure, Gaz."
He balanced the roaster against the metal edge of the fire pit and wiped his sticky hands on his already-dirty jeans. "Hey, Max?"
"Can we sing a camp song?"
My head snapped up. "What?!"
He looked at me innocently. "Like that one we heard in Nevada when we were in those people's campsite to take their food? The one about Mister Finnigan?"
"You mean Michael Finnigan?" Fang corrected, a small smile playing on his lips.
Gazzy's eyes lit up. "Yeah! And his whiskers blew off!" He turned to me again and I almost made that annoying awww sound that people emit when they see something cute. His eyes were wide, his expression adorable. And I remembered how this was all part of the normal childhood he never had. "Can we, Max?"
An idea formed in my head. "Okay," I said slowly, a grin forming on my lips. "But only if Fang leads."
Fang's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but I caught the movement and grinned full-out. "Uh," he said quickly, "I don't think that'll be necessary." By now everyone was watching us.
"Oh?" I said innocently. "Why not?"
He paused. "Well…I…"
"Come on, Fang," Angel said, smiling. "You're a great singer! I heard you that one time in your room!"
If I didn't know any better, I would have said Fang blushed. But Fang doesn't blush, so that's the end of that.
"Umm…" he said slowly, then regained his composure. "You know what?" He smirked at me. "I will."
I looked at Angel suspiciously. "Angel…"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Max," Fang said, looking just as cool and confident as ever. "She's telling the truth."
I sighed, then smiled. "Alright. Serenade us, Oh Devoted One."
He gave me a slight glare and started singing. "There once was a man named Michael Finnigan…"
The rest of the Flock sang back to him. "There once was a man named Michael Finnigan…"
Later that night, when the kids were all safely secured in their sleeping bags, I sat down by the dying fire. My thoughts were all about pretty much the same thing: Fang.
It had been so long since we'd really talked about stuff. Itex, the Flock, Jeb, Mom, Ella…
I sighed and bit my lip, watching the low flames dance on the charred wood. What would you call us? We weren't boyfriend-girlfriend. We definitely weren't just friends…
"What are you thinking about?" Fang's voice startled me out of my thoughts.
I didn't look up. "Everything."
"Oh, so not too much." He sat down beside me on the log, his foot resting on top of mine. I tensed up as shivers ran through me. He felt them and chuckled.
"It's been a while since we talked."
"I know." He turned to look at me, and I met his gaze. "Max, we need to sort some stuff out before we can decide how we're going to do this."
"Do what?" I threw my hands up. "What are we doing? I need something more definitive, Fang. Something more stable. I can't just keep wondering what we are."
He studied me silently for a moment. "I know what I want to be, Max. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you without a doubt. I know that when I'm near you, my heart beats faster. I know what I want."
He looked down, then back up at me. His eyes were darkened and held all the emotions he had just expressed. I couldn't breathe.
"I know that I'm nothing without you. I know I'm not good enough for you. But I'm not going to mess up again. I know what I want to be." He leaned closer to me and before his lips pressed against mine, he asked me softly, "What do you want to be?"
hmm. 21 was a little dark. :O
And the last one I don't like the ending so much. But I'm satisfied with it.
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