A/N: Sorry, I haven't updated in forever. At least it seems like it's been forever. Anyway, I'm gonna attempt to make this chapter longer and I hope to update every story during my Christmas Break. :)

Chapter Three

"Max? You're drooling all over the place." I didn't even have to open my eyes or be familiar with his voice to know that Fang was the one saying that. He's the only one in the flock who would risk such a statement.

"Fang, I wouldn't say that if I were you." Of course, Angel would know when it would be alright to risk, not when I was first waking up, that's for sure.

It surprised me how well the rest of the flock knew that I hated the mornings, "Really Fang, she'll probably bite your head off."

"I don't think so." Who knew he had it in him to say something like that and really think that I wouldn't do anything to him?

Angel and Nudge were whispering something when I heard them say to Fang, "You're right."

Then I went ballistic.

Fang's POV

I was sitting with the rest of the flock in our make-shift hut. I really hope that this is temporary because if it rains I'm pretty sure that the roof will collapse. Actually, I think I should talk to Max about it right now. Why isn't she up anyway?

"Max? You're drooling all over the place." Okay, I knew that was a lie, but I had to think of some way to get her to wake up enough so that she'll speak in comprehensible sentences. You have no idea how hard talking to her is when she's half-asleep and she's already in a bad mood because it's the morning.

Angel walked over to me and tapped me on the shoulder, "Fang, I wouldn't say that if I were you." I don't really see why not. I've said it to her before. Maybe not in front of the entire flock, but she knows I'm kidding right?

"Really Fang, she'll probably bite your head off." How on earth did Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy say that at the exact same time? New mutation? I really hope not.

I thought about the whole 'bite-your-head-off' thing and I just don't think that she'd do that, so I decided to tell the flock too. "I don't think so."

"You're right." Had Angel read Max's sleeping mind? Probably. Or maybe Max wasn't asleep anymore.

Max's POV

"You know guys I really don't think that I've gotten that soft. In fact--"

"Actually, you have gotten that soft. Sorry." Iggy interrupted me, of all the flock, Iggy? Are you serious?

Maybe I had? Who knows?

"Everyone knows, Max." I hate Angel's mind reading abilities 97% of time, just so you kind readers know.

"Thanks, Angel."

I was sitting in the hut. The rest of the flock had decided to go out and play in the water, but I was still pretty ticked about that morning. I didn't think I had gone all soft.


I didn't want to talk to Fang; I didn't even want to look at him. Except I did, and he knew that I did and I couldn't really stop myself from looking at someone that I loved so much that I might explode if my life were dependent upon my not looking at him.

So of all the things I could have done I decided to look at him, mad expression and all. "Am I still drooling?" Sarcasm coated my words and I knew that he'd get upset by it.

He smiled then. Really. He smiled. "Nope."

"Then what did you want to tell me?" I swear if looks had any sort of special power, Fang would resemble Swiss cheese by now. I was literally glaring holes through him.

He walked over and sat beside me. He even had the nerve to grasp my hand. I think that grasp is quite a bit better than grab. Don't you? "I just want you to know that you're probably the toughest girl I've ever met before in my life and I love you."

I didn't want to look at Fang. Because I knew as soon as I glanced at him I'd forgive him. I didn't want it to be that easy.

"Max? Why won't you look at me?"

What was I supposed to say to that? Surely not the truth.

Out of no where Fang dropped my hand and held my face in both of his hands. I looked at him with a 'deer-in-the-headlights' expression.

He grinned, maybe smirk was a better word? "You look so confused, Max."

"Probably because I am."

"Why would you be confused?"

"Why would you grab my face?"


I smiled then. And that's when I knew that I had lost the game.

Fang kissed me. HOW SURPRISING. But anyway, he kissed me pretty sweetly. Then, somehow, he convinced me to go sit on the beach with him.

Okay, okay. I'm whipped. At least I'm not in denial, like others I (don't) know.

A/N: 'The game' was for Drewby, because I really did lose the game. (N)