Ch. 9 and 10, because Ch. 9 is so short.
Fly on ~T
Chapter 9
“No. I don’t.” I answer honestly. “Do you?” He sits down on the cliffs edge, his legs dangling over the side. Smiling gently at me, he pats the seat next to him on the ground. I roll my eyes and sit next to him.
“I’m going to be honest, Max.” He sighs, looking out at the canyon. “Yeah, I do. I want to more than anything. I’ve been stopping myself from being romantical to you because I know your under a lot of stress and making a move isn’t going to help much. But the truth is I love you, always have, always will. I want to let you know that I’m not going to leave you, ever.” I sit there quietly for a minute watching the beautiful sunset. Of course, there has to be a gorgeous sunset in the background to top off all this love talk. What are we? A sappy romance film? I mean seriously! Come on!
“Romantical?’ I ask finally.
“Really, Max? I just told you how I’ve felt and that’s what you ask about?’ Dylan smirks, he laughs loudly.
“What? It’s a practical question. I’ve never heard that word.” I laugh. After we calmed ourselves down, I speak. “Dylan, your one of my best friends, don’t get me wrong but I don’t feel that way for you. I don’t want to be with you that way.” I say seriously. His smile fades from his handsome face and I got a horrible pain in my stomach like I just kicked a puppy.
“I understand, but I hope you know I’m not giving.” He stands up. “Your worth fighting for, Maximum.” His smile is dazzling, worthy enough to making any girl swoon at the sight of it. He leaps off the cliff free falling for a moment before unfurling his magnificent wings at the last second. He soars for the sky twirling and flying beautifully. Show off. I stay sitting watching until he’s out of sight.
“I’m really not.” I grumble.
(Now 10)
Chapter 10
I didn’t want to hear Jeb go on and on about how I’m not going to Germany with Dylan so I snuck into the house from my bedroom window. It was around 11:30 now as I lay in bed. The soft sheets wrapped me, with my eyes closed, but of course I wasn’t asleep. Falling asleep was easier when you just got back from battle and your body is so exhausted you don’t get a choice in the matter. Whether you stay awake or not, when you are me and you have so many things to stress about, falling asleep is far more difficult. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dylan, about Fang, about the doomsday group. And of course the one thing I couldn’t seem to get off my check list, save the world.
I sit up slowly, something was up. I could feel it, I wasn’t alone. I look around my dark empty room. No one was here. Looking more closely, I saw him. He’s leaned up casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. I grin.
“Watching me sleep, Fang? Not going Edward Cullen on me are you?” I smirk. He rolls his eyes.
“Are you going to Germany with Dylan?” He asks seriously. His entire body was tense; it’s been awhile since I’ve seen Fang this wound up. This was really bugging him. Excellent.
“Dylan didn’t tell you?” I ask kind of surprised.
“Nope,” His eyes don’t leave me. So Dylan didn’t tell Fang or maybe anyone, I guess he was leaving it up to me to break the news. Or maybe he was giving me a chance to have some fun. Then the brilliant evil idea popped into my diabolical head.
“Well, then I guess it’s up to me to tell you.” I sigh, looking at with Fang with an Oscar worthy hurt expression. “I guess you should hear it from me…”
“Are you?” He whispers.
“Yes.” I lie. Fang looks away from me, pacing across the room. He hits the wall making me jump. His fists were barred so tightly they were white at his side. His jaw was clenched so tightly I was a little worried it would break. I’ve never seen Fang like this, not ever.
“How could you?” He snarls at me, his voice ice cold.
“How could I what? Move on?” I ask, not acting anymore. “Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting me to do?” He didn’t say anything. “What did you expect would happen when you told me to forget about you? When you told me to not come after you? When you told me not to contact you? Did you expect me to just mope around the house and stay single forever while you’re out making a move on my clone?!” I was practically in tears now. My heart pumped painfully in my chest. I got out of bed, wearing a tank top and sweats. “Why do you get to move on and be happy and I don’t? Did you really hate me that much that you wanted me to be miserable forever?” A tear slid down my face. Maybe Fang really did hate me. Before I have time to blink, Fang is front of me placing his hand on my cheek brushing the tear gently away with his thumb.
“No, I didn’t know what would happen when I left. No, I’m not making a move on Maya. I can barely look at her without dying inside.” He scoffs. “You deserve to be happy, Max. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. And you’re wrong, I haven’t moved on. I doubt I ever will. I already found my soul mate.” He grins slightly locking his eyes to mine. “I’m sorry I left.”
“I’m sorry I lied.” I whisper. “I’m not going to Germany with Dylan, I can’t… I already found my soul mate.” Fang smiles at me, the smile that could stop anyone in their tracks. The smile that makes everyone stop and stare. You really can’t help but.
“You’re so mean.” His arms wrapped around me picking me up easily. My arms found their way around his neck. His lips covered mine, and I closed my eyes savoring every bit of it.
