Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride! James Patterson does! Not me! Not me! Not me!
A/N: This takes place . . . well, I don't really know. Sometime in book three maybe? After the flock splits up, when they reunite. Oh yeah, and when I used the word "stingy", it's not the same as "penny-pinching." It's like . . . um, like a bee sting. It feels . . . stingy. LOL.
My flock was asleep.
Well, all except for me and Fang that is. He was keeping watch and I . . . well, I was having trouble sleeping. And lying on a cold, stone floor wasn't helping the whole situation...
These kids are hilarious! I have tons of favorites, but let's just stick with the ones I most like:
-Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely. Did I whimper with pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot gà rán sandwich? bạn betcha.
-"So, Fnick, can I change the channel?" Iggy asked. "There's a game on." "Make yourself at home, Figgy," Fang said.
-He shrugged looking tired again, and pushed away the thực phẩm tray. "Sure." He lay back down and shut his eyes. "After all, Fnick is Superman," đã đưa ý kiến Iggy. "Shut up, Jeff," I said, but I was smiling.
Fang wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt thêm secure than ever. The warmth of him around me again gave me the chills, the good kind. He moved his hand onto my cheek and gently moved his head toward mine. Fang's lips touched mine. His warm body around mine made me feel, well I can't describe it. As we kissed, it became thêm intense. I was breathing hard. It felt like I was stuck to him like glue, like we were the only two people on earth. He lifted me up, my legs now around his waist. Fang didn't even struggle to pick me up, I wonder how much I - Fang Interrupted my thoughts as he gently...