FANGS BLOG ( un posted)

Date night with the Fearless Leader

"Fang I don't think this is the smartest idea, In fact, it's stupid." Max mumbled as she climbed into the passenger side of the stolen convertible mustang.

"What would be stupid," I replied, "Would be letting you drive."

She stuck her pink tongue out at me, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why can't we just fly?" She shook her shoulders uncomfortably.

"In case you forgot pea brain, this is a date, I rather drive you." I rolled my eyes, she was so stubborn, it could drain the life out of him.

"Yeah you would." She muttered, a smug look on her face. Ignoring her comment, mostly because it was true, I turned the car on and stepped on the gas causing Max to grip the car door in panic. Now I was the one with the smirk on my face.

"Jack ass.." I heard her mutter, but she settled down and leaned back into the leather seat. The guy who owned this car or whatever probably wouldn't even notice it was gone. He lifted it off some lawyer snob who had eight others in different colors. I watched Max fiddle with the radio, screwing her nose up at the pop station, until she settled on a random song by some guy with his first name as the same as his last (Shoot me, I don't have time to keep up with music crap) Max softly hummed along, (she can't sing at all, but I don't really care.) We were driving along Cliffside of a beach, being able to faintly hear the ocean lap way below us. The sun was setting, I honestly had no idea where I was taking her, just out. Being out with Max, alone, was good enough for me and I knew she didn't care. I glanced over at her, and boy am I glad I did. The wind had her blonde streaked hair blowing all around, but she seemed to ignore it as she stared straight on with that thoughtful look she had. The glowing orange sun hit her skin in the most perfect way, making it seem flawless and smooth. If she had her wings out, I would have thought she was a real angel from heaven above.

"You're staring at me." Max said slowly, turning around to face him. There was a slight flush to her cheeks which made me smile.

"Sure am." I nodded, and focused back on the road.

"Why?" Max twittered nervously, "Is there a twig in my hair or a bruise on my face?"

"Nah," I replied, taking my free hand and intertwining it with hers, "You're just really beautiful."

~~Fly On

Fang