Fax fanfic: That Makes Five

WARNING CONTAINS ROMANTIC MUSHY CRAP AND SPOILERS FOR MAXIMUM RIDE: SAVING THE WORLD AND OTHER EXTREME SPORTS
I flew higher into the sky. Things had been a little awkward between me and Fang ever since Nudge, Angel, Total, and I had returned from Europe.
Angel flew up beside me. “Hey Max,” she said, “Its okay, Fang still loves you he just doesn’t know what to do to show you.” Sometimes Angel’s mind reading powers could get a little, I don’t know , much?
“Angel, you know you aren’t supposed to mind peek. And--,” wait a minute did she say love? Fang and me? LOVE?!  As I was thinking Angel smiled sweetly and lowered her altitude.
I didn’t have much time to contemplate this before Nudge started talking at her usual speed of a mile a minute, “Max, I’m hungry. Are we going to stop soon? Where are we going? Max?”
“Jeez, Nudge! I’d gotten used to hearing silence.” Said Iggy. With his acute hearing I didn’t blame him.
“Alright guys, I see some lights up ahead. There is probably some places to eat and a park or something to sleep in.” I said. “What do you think, Fang?”
Fang just stared past me and made a (positive?) grunting noise. I started to slow down and lowered closer to the ground.
We flew down to a Subway and ordered a couple dozen sandwiches for the six of us. What? Six flying bird-kids can’t eat some sandwiches? I made sure Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel were all settled and walked over to the pick-up area where several employees were staring at us strangely. I almost smiled at the expressions on their faces. I took the finished subs over to my flock who started chowing down.  It looked like it would be a while. I told Fang and Nudge to keep an eye on our sandwich progress and walked into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror.
Hello Max. Great. My voice.
Hello, Jeb. I thought it was unusually quiet. Still with us? I scowled.
Unlock the door, Max. Like I would listen to Jeb! Just do it, Maximum.
Still scowling, I unlocked the bathroom door. What now? Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
“It’s open!” I called. I didn’t really care who it was, my flock and I were pretty much the only people in the restaurant.
A dark figure entered the small space.
Fang.
“Hello, Mr. Mysterious,” I said, “Fancy meeting you here in the women’s restroom.” Fang was silent. But this wasn’t his normal silence. It was a nervous silence. “ Fang? Earth to—“  before I could finish he leaned in and kissed me. It seemed like years before we had to part for air. That makes five.