When Max and Fang start passionately making out, that’s when I’ll own Maximum Ride, ‘kay?
Kay. P.S. I also don’t own the (audible) dialogue during the Valium Incident. Those are Jimmy P’s too.It’s the way you love me It’s a feeling like this It’s centrifugal motion It’s perpetual blissIt’s that pivotal moment It’s, ah, impossible This kiss, this kiss This kiss, this kissYou got me soaring; you got me flying… ~This Kiss, Faith Hill The first time they kissed, she had started it. Max: Our first kiss had been on a beach; and the sky and sand was streaked with blood. Your blood. You were lying spread-eagled among the mess of dirt and half-broken shells, Ari’s handy work sliced on your cheeks, seeping through your clothes, sapping your life away. All I could remember was my feelings pounding on my head, your face twisted in pain and the fear of death gripping obstinately to my heart, until I could barely breathe without choking back a mouthful of tears. You tasted of blood, seawater, and salt. Whether it was from my own tears, the ones that were dripping silently down my chin, o
