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FAXimum Ride: Ch5

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Published: Jan 12, 2010

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FAXimum Ride: It Begins HERE
Chapter Five: Fang

_{My breath hitched, and I stared at him.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything.
But no sound came out.
Then Fang swooped in and locked his lips with mine.
I threw my arms around him, but he wasn't expecting that. He fell backwards, with me on top of him.
OMGOMGOMG
"Ow" he said, smirking at my over-reaction. Why was he smirking all the time?!
"Oops" I mouthed. I was sitting on his, uh, boxer area. "This is…kind of awkward" I whispered in a tiny voice. Fang grinned.
I shifted and suddenly noticed that the area I was sitting on was really hard…
Realization dawned on me. I didn't dare look down. Fang was…uh, having a 'stiffy'.
My heartbeat went so fast, it was like a constant humming. My cheeks were bright red. And I still hadn't put Fang's jeans on, so I was still only wearing underwear.
Suddenly, Fang grabbed my arms and rolled, so that he was on top.
I stopped breathing and stared at him. I could clearly see the bulge in his boxers. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
"Max" Fang murmured, "Breathe".
Oh. Right.
I took a deep, shaky breath.
Fang leaned in closer, and was inches from my lips, but he didn't kiss me.
I waited.
Then, he grabbed my hands and got up, pulling me with him. He pulled me in closer to him and put his hand around my waist.
He sighed, and gave me an apologetic look.
"Sorry" he whispered.
"W-why?" I murmured, having finally found my voice again. What was he sorry for?
He rolled his eyes.
"The last few minutes, Max. You haven't said a word" he said.
"I was…just in shock, that's all" I muttered.
He frowned.
"You should've stopped me" he said, looking at me.
"But, I-I don't know if I actually wanted you to stop" I whispered, keeping up my constant blush.
Fang said nothing, so I looked up.
He was frowning at me, then chuckled quietly.
"You really confuse me, Maximum Ride" said Fang, smiling.
I loved it when he smiled.
A cold breeze gave me Goosebumps on my legs.
"Um, about my clothes…" I began, worrying that we had been gone too long.
"Guess you'll have to get new ones" said Fang, reaching out for his jeans, which were on the ground, "I'll go into town and get some".
He pulled on his jeans, and took a step towards the town.
"But…you're not wearing a shirt" I pointed out.
""So?" he said, frowning.
I rolled my eyes, and waved him away. Boys. God they were weird.

-hoorayforthebreakintime-

Fang had been gone for nearly an hour, when I saw him walking through the trees with some bags.
He was wearing a new shirt. Which was black. Of course.
He dumped the bags at my feet, and smiled his crooked smile.
"Looks like someone went on a shopping spree" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you want clothes or not?" he chuckled. I looked down at my bare legs, then reached for a bag.
……...
I stared at the clothes in my hand. Then I stared at Fang.
"You couldn't have gotten something…longer?" I said, staring at the super short short-shorts I was holding.
"Nope" Fang replied, popping the 'P'.
I groaned. He was lying, of course.
"Just put them on, Max" said Fang, smirking, "Or do you want some help?".
"Fine" I muttered, pulling them on. They weren't that bad, aside for the fact that they were very short.
"Nice" Fang murmured, barely audible.
I glared at him and pulled out a shirt and a jacket from the other bags. The shirt was a white singlet, and the jacket was black, with a blue pattern.
I pulled Fang's jacket off and put on the clothes.
The singlet was pretty tight, but it fit okay.
There was one bag left, so it was probably shoes.
Yep. Blue, low-cut converses, to be exact. It was weird, 'cause Fang was dressing me…not literally, of course. But it was basically his fashion sense. I mean, he was wearing converses as well. Although his clothes looked slightly more emo.
I looked up to see him watching me. I just realized that he had watched me get dressed. Ah crap.
"We should get going now" Fang said.
I hesitated and bit my lip.
Fang came over to me.
"What?" he asked softly, looking worried.
I paused.
"I'm afraid of falling" I whispered, looking up at him. He reached out and took my hand.
"I have wings," he whispered.}