A cute hawk story :D [n/f]

[Rainbowfountain]

BZZZZZTTAAT! Out went the lights after volts of electricity went right through Maxwell's body and into the outlet. He cursed over and over to himself as he slowly stood up. The feeling of electric currents going through his body was nothing but heaven to him, but making the lights go out in a person's house that he threatened to stay in was of a different matter. In the dark, Maxwell felt for the switch, and sent the pulse of electricity through the knob. No use, the wires were fried.
"She's going to kill me," he mumbled, as he used his harpy eagle wing to push open the door.

Immediately Maxwell blushed, the girl who dressed like a nerd but was drop dead gorgeous was slowly stripping off her clothes for a shower. She stopped immediately before taking off her pants, she felt a stare go down her back.
Close the door, close the door, close the door. Instead of following his thoughts, Maxwell just stood there, gawking at her.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!" the girl screamed on the top of her lungs. Maxwell quickly closed the door and accidently banged his head on the wood framing.
"Gah!" he hissed as blood trickled down his forehead.

Few minutes passed and the two of them were staring at each other across the room. The girl in a chair catcornered near a window, and Maxwell sitting at the edge of her bed near the bathroom.
"So...you're an angel?"
"I don't know WHAT I am, all I know is that I have wings, can't fly, and can control electricity and crap."
"I can't believe this. My house lights are out thanks to your 'power'. First you threatened me to take you to my place because you were being followed, then you promised me that you will help me with my exams, now I come upstairs and discover you blew up my lights, then you stare at me half-naked like a fool!" Maxwell was only paying half attention to her, his arms behind his head and his eyes staring off in a distance.
"So what's your name anyway?" he asked suddenly. The girl was taken aback, she boiled over almost but immediately cooled down.
"Ellizebeth, or 'Eli' for short. What's yours latino boy?" retorted Eli short temperedly. Maxwell only smirked, "I dunno. I just call myself Maxwell." Hearing this, Elizabeth shot up in her seat, "How can you not know your own name?"
"I don't know because I fell out of the sky and landed in the middle of nowhere in a frickn' desert. That's why. Maybe even before that happened, I might have not known who I was. I just don't know. So I'm searching for a lead, or a person who at least knows who I am. I see very clearly that you don't, and hate my guts already (which I find awfully cute)."
"So you have wings, you fell from the sky, you can control electricity, you have total amnesia of everything that deals with your personal life...what next? You're three hundred?"
"Who know's probably am." Maxwell leaned over in his seat, and grinned mischieviously at Elizabeth.

"I see why people are after you, it's not everyday that a REAL creature like you exists. If you are considered a creature that is. You look too human. And besides, you might have lost your memory for a really good reason." Elizabeth stood up and felt her way over to the bathroom.
"I guess you're right Eli, I wouldn't go in there if I were you though."

[Rainbowfountain]

"And why not?" Elizabeth asked, pushing the door open slightly. Water was running and the tub was filled with warm water. She looked back confused, "Why were you up here anyway? Were you setting the shower up for me or something?" Maxwell nodded absentmindedly, "I was, until I accidently flipped on your hair dryer after it got wet."
"I knew I should have moved that," Elizabeth whisepred to herself.
"Well.. I'll just take a shower in Mom and Dad's bathroom." Elizabeth sighed, and placed her hand on her forehead. She slumped over and walked out of her room and down the hallway.
Maxwell finally decided to get up and turn off the water faucet that was still filling the tub, almost running it over in fact.
"You won't mind if I hop in would you?"
Elizabeth stopped half-way, and was about to say something until she gave in.
"I don't care, just clean it up afterwords." Maxwell nodded quietly and soaked in the hazordous bath.
~*~*~*~*~
The night passed by quickly, and Elizabeth awoke under a pile of her own books and homework assignments. She sat up groggily and looked around; she was downstairs and her den was a mess with her work. Half-asleep, the girl quickly checked her books to see if she drooled on any of them.
What happened last night? All I remember was...HEY?! WHAT HAPPENED TO...TO...THAT GUY? Elizabeth hurriedly stood to her feet, tripping on her books as she ran into the kitchen. She kicked the door open, only to see Maxwell reading a newspaper with his glasses and drinking a cup of coffee.
"Yo~" he said casually as he placed the paper down. He pushed away from the kitchen table and walked over to the microwave, pulling out a perfectly done omelet.
"Here, made it myself."
Elizabeth scaredly walked over to the table, she sat down and placed her hands neatly before her on the oak breakfast table. It was her gesture of saying 'I have nothing to harm you, just don't harm me'. Maxwell only grinned, his black framed glasses gave him a 'bookish' look that alot of bishounen guys are drawn as. Elizabeth nervously accepted the 'peace offering' breakfast and began to eat quickly. Maxwell just sat there across the round table. His head rested on his hand, which rested on the table.
"You're adorable when you're nervous. You forgot everything that happened last night didn't you? Does that mean I have to explain everything I taught you last night again?"
Elizabeth looked up and quickly shook her head, "No, it's all coming back to me noowwah...HEY!" Elizabeth dropped her fork and knife and pointed to Maxwell like a scared child would when avoiding trouble.
"What's with that make up on your face? It doesn't match with your skin tone at all." Maxwell blushed and looked toward the center of his forehead, then he glanced back over to her innocently.
"I have this...mole, or what you ladies call a 'beauty mark' on my forehead. I hate hit, and it makes me stick out, so I try my best to cover it up. It's very vital for me to hide it, because when I'm out and about with people I need to blend in and if I need to change into a whole different person, I need to remove notable features that will remind the enemy of the person I am. Do you get it?"
Elizabeth continued to eat, "Yeah I get it, so pretty much you're like 007 and Hitman right? Except you're not killin' people, your just blending in with the crowd so you won't be found so easily by those guys." Elizabeth finished her plate and grabbed Maxwell by the hand, he was surprised at this and quickly followed as she lead him upstairs.

Around the two corners, and into a jack and jill bathroom, Elizabeth lead Maxwell to the counter and sat him down on a small stool. She reached over him and pulled out a caddy stuffed to the brim with make-up from a vanity.
"This will be my first time seeing a guy apply make-up," chuckled Elizabeth as she pulled up a stool next to him. Maxwell looked down at the vanity and blushed a bit, picking through the things he needed.
"I do this to change my image, not to look pretty. Honestly, if a man applies make-up to his face then he is A: doing it for the ladies, B: Has a skin issue, or C: Wants to be woman. I'm D: Doing this for safety purposes. Besides, I'm not good at applying this stuff anyway." Elizabeth giggled to herself a bit and pulled Maxwell's curly hair back.
"I'll do it for you." She stood up from her chair and leaned over Maxwell's curly locks, her body was completely against him as she reached over to grab the cosmetics he chose. Maxwell stared at her through the reflection of the mirror. She was beautiful, and yet she was a total geek and slightly annoying.
So this is what they call 'love at first sight'. Then again, all she is a pretty face gone bad on the inside. Why am I still here anyway, I usually be gone by now when I crash ata person's house for the night. Why am I even meddling with her? She's touching my face, acting comfortably around me as if she knows me for a long time, even squeals at me with her annoying short-temper and loud voice, and even allowed me to teach her some high-school algebra. Also, I'm an idiot for getting involved with her, I told her too much, she knows practically everything I'm going through. I have a feeling that those hill billeys with laser guns are going to come after her too. She might even squeal on me too! d**n, I'm such an idiot. She's to comfortable with me, I can't threaten her anymore, she won't take me seriously. What if I wound her? That will be even worse. Crap crap crap crap crap crap. What am I to do?

Elizabeth noticed the distress starting to form on Maxwell's face, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about today, or last night either.This is the return for helping me catch up on my work and exams. It's also payback for cooking me breakfast, and sparing my life (though you wouldn't have hurt me in the first place now that I know your true nature)." Hearing this, Maxwell sighed in relief, he continued to stay still until Elizabeth screwed the cap on the make-up and placed it away in the caddy.
"You're lucky that my friend Marge left her make-up over here. You would have the wrong color of cover-up on your forehead." Elizabeth smiled cutely, and placed the caddy within the vanity.
"Go to your bathroom," Maxwell ordered softly, still staring into his reflection in the mirror. He stared at his wings, she could still see them even if they were invisible to others at the moment. Something told me to meddle with her, probably because there is something special about her too.