Maximum Ride Saves Us All

The Devil's Kiss

Dylan POV

                Something hit him like a ton of bricks. One minute he had been diving towards the water in hopes to hit through with enough force he’d reach the caves but something had come out of nowhere and stopped him. He was lying on a bed of tropical leaves and there was a salad next to his bed. He tried to open his eyes and look around but a shearing pain shot through his head.

                “Ah. Don’t try to move. You will risk damaging that already challenged brain of yours.” Came a soft but stern voice from the corner of the room. He knew that voice. Max.

                “Max?” he tried to sit up but stopped when a slightly masculine but very curvaceous shape appeared out of the shadowed corner.

                “What did I say?”

                “When did you? How are you?”

                “Easy Dylan. Your brain isn’t ready to be asking such thought provoking questions.” Ah, there was that sense of slightly agitated humor he loved so much.

                “I see you’re back to your old self again.” He tried to sound normal but his voice came out like a barking seal.

                “Yes I am, but you won’t be if you don’t stop talking.”

                Then out of the blue, she made her way to his side, leaned over and kissed him. Not on the cheek but his lips! He hadn’t felt so alive in such a long time.

                “Wha—“

                “Shush.” She interrupted him. Then she was gone as quickly as she appeared.

Max POV

                I kissed Dylan. I kissed Dylan…I kissed him. Why the hell did I do that?

                I had nearly leaped out the window just to escape that room, but from what? What was I running from? Could it have been the fact that the minute I woke from my coma I nearly…well I was making out with Fang, then I went straight to saving Dylan’s ass to kissing him, and now I was running, as always. Same old Max, always taken prisoner by my emotions. I think I might be worse than the douch-iest guys in the world…and now I’m making up words.

                I knew the kiss was a bad idea even before I did it, but I just had too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me or maybe it was just a sympathetic impulse…whatever it was I knew it could never happen again. It wouldn’t happen again, not as long as I want to keep Fang. I most certainly did.

                I stormed out of the treehouse to the deck looking out towards the water. I thought about jumping off of it without unfurling my wings but the drop couldn’t have been more than 15 feet. Being a bird kid I would have healed myself before anyone could have found me. You may be wondering why I wanted to fling myself off the deck. Let’s just say it would have been a whole lot easier to do than tell Fang I kissed another guy…especially that guy being Dylan. Knowing Fang and his jealousy mixed with a natural teenage boy and their hormones, he would have went straight to Dylan, punched the lights out of him and followed that by screaming at me then weeks of the silent treatment; which I deserved.

                But jumping would have been a coward’s way out and I definitely wasn’t a coward. I was however, a cheater, something I never thought or wanted to be within my wildest dreams. Or was I? Fang and I never said we were exclusive, or had ‘the talk’ so how would I truly know? I looked out over the deck at the ground staring up at me and the ocean staring out at me. The wind in my hair and on my face felt great since apparently I was blushing hard core. Which by the way, is another thing I don’t do. Just for the record. I think I was mainly looking for Fang. I had to suck it up and tell him, just face the music and hope for the best.