Finding Fang Chapter 2:

We walked into Walmart the next day. It was just me, the Flock, and my mom...and Dylan. It was good for all of us to hang out. Minus one person in the group though. Sometimes two if you count Angel.

I remember a time that Fang and I had come to this Walmart to get stuff for the Flock for Christmas:

"Fang are you sure we really need this stuff?" I ask him as he put ornaments into the cart.

"The kids will want a Christmas, Max, don't deprive them of it." he said.

I sighed. "Fine, I won't. But I can feel that this is going to be a bad idea."

He shrugged. "We learn from our mistakes. You should know this."

I turn to him, hands on my hips. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He pulled me into his arms. "It means that you shouldn't have run away all those time and just kissed back. Then we could have been together a lot longer."

I giggled. "Oh, now I get it."

His lips then went on mine...

…...

I pulled my self out of the memory.

It seemed like everything reminded me of him. I wish I could stop the memories from flowing, but they always seemed to find loop holes.

Maybe you shouldn't try to forget him, Maximum, The Voice told me.

Trying to forget him was the best way to cope with him leaving me. For me at least.

"Max, why don't you and Iggy go get some cookie dough?" Mom asked.

"Okay." I say, breaking off from the group.

We pass right by the Christmas isle. A pang of sadness spikes through me. Reminding me once again of a memory:

"How are we going to put the lights on the tree?" I asked Fang.

Everyone else was asleep as Fang and I put up the Christmas tree. They were all so excited for Christmas. Now I was starting to catch the spirit and offered in helping put up the tree.

"I don't know, I thought you were the one who was going to read the instruction manual." he accused me.

"I don't think there is instruction on how to do this. Normal people put these on every year so they probably think that it's common sense." I said. "Not to first timers, like us, though."

"No kidding." he said.

An idea hit me and I grabbed a strand of the colored lights and wrapped them around him. I laughed the entire while I was doing it.

"What are you doing, Max?" he asks me with a laugh.

"Seeing if I'm putting lights up right." I said with a smile. I grabbed a large bow with bells hanging from the end. I stuck it on his head. "There perfect."

Iggy seemed to sense my sadness. He put his arm around my shoulders as we walked. "It'll be okay, Max." he said. "You'll see."

I leaned into him. "I hope so, Ig. I truly hope your right."

"Course I am." he said. "He left to keep you safe. He will come back for you, Max. I know he will. The only thing you have to do now, is wait."

I snorted. "And we all know how well I do at that."

Both of us laughed.

Patience was not something I was good at. Or would ever be good at.