I'm was reading The Angel Experiment and came across the little talk that Max and Fang were having on Chap. 112.

This is a 'WWHB' fic. (If you don't know, that's What Would Have Been)

So yeah, just please read, lol.

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Max POV

Fang was quiet for a moment. "What if we were safe here?" he asked.

"Like, we just knew no one would come hassle us. Would you want to stay?"

I was surprised. "We have to find The Institute," I said. "And if we found out anything, the others will want to track down their parents. And then do we find Jeb and confront him? And who's the Director? Why did they do this to us? Why do they keep telling me I'm supposed to save the world?"

Fang held his hand up, and I realised my voice had been rising.

"What if," Fang said slowly, not looking at me, "what if we just forgot about all that?"

My jaw dropped open. You live with someone your whole life, you think you know them, and then they go and drop a bomb like this.

"Who are you and what have you done with Fang?" I narrowed my eyes down at him.

He managed to tweak one of his rare smiles as his eyes met mine suddenly.

"I just think it's time for change, that's all. Away from all the stress. So we have more time to focus on…"

Was I the only one that was sane here? Maybe I'm the only one who's thinking straight. Well you know, apart from the newly found Voice in my head and trying to save the world.

"On…?" I tried to urge him to speak more. It seemed like ages since he's ranted on about God-knows-what.

"Well, us."

What's he talking about? Oh, I get it.

"Fang, you know the Flock is always happy, wherever we are and whatever we do. If you don't feel comfortable about-"

"No!" He blurted out quickly. "Me and you."

I cocked my head to the side a little. God, I hope he meant all this friendship wise.

Fang took a step closer to me and he made our hand touch lightly. His eyes were an intense chocolate-brown and they were staring right at me.

"It's always been you Max." He whispered so softly that his echo was carried away with the light breeze.

Slowly, his lips connected with mine as he closed his eyes and I myself found out I was doing the same.

Fang took a couple of steps back and began to walk towards the shore, not looking back or nothing.

What. The. Hell? You can't just kiss a girl and expect the guy to say nothing afterwards.

Funny though, because I found myself smiling (and couldn't stop mind you) all the way down the hillside.

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Okay… so that was pointless.

Nah seriously, tell me what you think.

Maybe I should do more of these things I call WWHB stories.

Anyway, go on; click that green writing that says review! Because that's the way God intended it…