Crap

okay, Max is a heavy sleeper in this one, srry abt that 1. Cuz, normally, she'd b up in like, a second. Also, I might save the "Maxie" issue from the last chapter for later.



Max POV



"Awwwww!"

...wha? Who was that? Oh well, whatever, I don't care. I yawned, squeaking at the end, and buried my face back into the warm thing that was holding me.

"Oh man, this is priceless!" someone else shouted. Something soft pressed down onto the top of my head, and constricted tighter around my waist. Something large closed in on me. Soft, warm, and feathery. Wait...feathery? I opened my eyes and almost groaned. Almost. I was curled up in a tiny ball on Fang's chest, lying in his lap. His arms were held around my waist and his cheek was on top of my head. I had my face nuzzled in his shoulder/neck area, and his midnight wings were were settled around us securely, like a blanket. And as I looked up, I swear, I almost died. There, in the living room was every Cullen the Flock knew, looking like they were about to pee their pants trying not to laugh. Except for Emmet and Edward. They were leaning on each other, shaking with silent laughter. The very bad news about this: they didn't need to breath. Therefore, they never had to stop. Lovely. Note the happy sarcasm. Angel and Nudge looked about ready to burst, Gazzy looked disgusted, and Iggy looked like he'd just won the lottery...yeah, not my day. And now Fang decides to open his eyes. Just then Angel's high pitched giggle filled the room, followed by Edward's lower, more melodious voice. I looked at them, then focused on Angel. What's so funny, huh? I thought to her. Oh, nothing, just what Fang's thinking right now. She responded with another giggle. Angel! What have I told you about reading people's minds! I chastised her. Not to do it. But do you want to know what he's thinking or not? Whoa, this little girl is gonna get it. But for now, since Fang's in this mess wth me, I might as well get some blackmail information for later. After a short pause, I thought back, okay, but only this once, and only if you promise not to say anything to Fang about it. She squealed. YAY! Well, first, he thinks you look, and I quote, absolutely adorable. Like a chick who thinks it's a full grown eagle. But he liked it. Alot. And...now that you're blushing, he thinks you're beautiful. And that you'd look amazing in black, and you're his Max. His beautiful Max. If you ask me, he's like Nudge when it comes to you. Never running out of things to say. I was dumbfounded. Whoa...um, wow. I looked up to Fang's eyes, and froze. His overlong hair flopped over his eyes, and swooped to the side a little on the left, and I caught my breath. His lips were open slightly, and I wanted so badly to just run my fingers over every inch of his perfect face, through his silky hair. He looked...delicious...
"Max?" Those exquisitely shaped lips moved, and I couldn't help but stare. And then Rosalie coughed. I jumped off Fang, spluttering and stuttering like an idiot, and blushing like I never have before. I stomped out of the room, purposely stepping on Iggy, who was literally rolling on the floor laughing, to get dressed. I brushed my hair and teeth, put on some faded jeans black and red shoes, and a black t-shirt. I decided to leave my hair down, so that it tumbled down my shoulders in a messy way, for the simple fact that I was too lazy to actually do anything with it. Then, unfortunately, I had to go back downstairs. When I bounded into the kitchen, everyone turned to look at me at the same time, and stopped talking immediately.I fidgeted, uncomfortable under their close scrutiny, but held each of their gazes evenly, with my head high. I was still a leader after all. Iggy opened up hi mouth to make some remark about Fang and I, I bet, but was cut off by every window in the room exploding, raining glittering glass, like sharp claws, down on everyone.
"Duck!" Iggy shouted as he threw a small black, beeping, thing out the closest window. We all hit the floor, knowing that if Iggy said duck, you duck. A huge explosion, and then dead silence. Never have I been more grateful for Iggy's bomb-making than now. We got up slowly, checking all the windows and doors. No sign of the...whatever it was, that decided to play "blow up" with our windows. Except the front yard was screwed. Not even kidding, it was sizzling and flaming in some places.
"Report!" I yelled into the ringing silence.
"Awesome!" Bellowed Gazzy. I heard the clap of a high five, so Iggy's obviously okay.
"I'm okay," Came Angel's squeaky voice.
"Whoa." That has to be the shortest sentence Nudge has ever uttered. The Cullens were all okay, so I waited for Fang. And waited. And waited.
"Fang?" I called out.
"Ohmygod, Max, get over here!" Nudge screamed from across the room, panic filling her every word. I rushed to her side, and what I saw chilled my bones. Fang. Lying crumpled on the floor, with a little tranquilizer dart barely visible in his neck. And attached to the dart was a note. With shaking fingers, I peeled off the note, and read it out loud.
"Maximum," It said plainly, "we know where you are. Always. And we are always watching. Your 'Fang' will be awake soon. This is only a warning. We would like to arrange a meeting with your interesting new 'friends'. We'll be in touch. You know who we are..." I trailed off, as the little white piece of paper with the blood red writing on it fell from the fingers of a girl with wavering hands and a shaking voice, me, and drifted slowly down to the dirty floor.
"Crap."

one of m fave chappies 2 write. hope u enjoyed. u patience is no longer needed, young grasshopper(chanelly), lol. hope u dont mind the shortness. please excuse any spelling errors. Peace.

~MysteryXx