Happy Birthday to Miserable Me
disclamer- I don't own anything, just the idea of the fic.
Ch. 1
It was Friday and Max was on her way to the bookstore, Teddy's Treasures. The store was starting to get more business due to Max's art flare (can you believe it? Max, an artist?). Max, Fang, and Iggy had just graduated from high school. Everybody but Fang and Max had left on the yearly Six Flags vacation. Max couldn't go because of her job. Fang didn't go because in addition to the week at Six Flags, they were going to spend a week at a relatives house. Fang wasn't to hip on meeting other people.
Max would be turning eighteen next month on July 28. She could hardly wait because she was sure she was getting a black lab puppy, that she had always wanted since moving in three years ago with Ella and Mom. The bell above the door rang as Max walked in. Ted, the owner, called from the other side of the room.
"Hey Max! How are you today?"
"Just great Teddy, just great. Hey, are these the books you want me to shelf?" Max indicated the pile of books on the counter. Ted said yes and Max got to work. Next thing Max knew, it was after 5. Closing time.
Max walked home as quick as she could. She walked through the door, locking it behind her, heading toward the fridge. Grabbing a pack of uncooked cookie dough, she ripped it open. Max had a headace and didn't feel up to anything else. Max finished and went to the cabinet to grab some pills. Just then Fang walked into the kitchen. He spied Max, walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey baby, whats the matter?"
"Not now Fang," Max muttered untangling herself from Fang's arms. "I just need to go lie down. I"ll be in my room" Then, Max quickly walked out of the kitchen.
Hey so this is like my first story. I really hope u liked it so far.
Ch. 2 -
9:00P.M. Same Day, Fang's P.O.V. -
I hope Max is OK. I really didn't want to bother her. I know better than that. If I want to keep my head, then you should know better than to not bother her. Maybe I should. Just a quick one min. in, out, done. Wait, I think I hear foot steps.
End P.O.V.
Fang tentivly called out, "Max, baby is that you?"
KNOCK, KNOCK
Max stuck her head through the door.
"Hey Fang, sorry to bother you but, I really can't sleep. Is it all right if I come crul up with you?"
Fang thinking of what he could out of this replyed, "Yeah, sure. Come on in."
He moved over so Max could have some room. Not that it was necessary. Fang had a king size bed. In no time at all, they were in a very intence make out secession. Soon pajamas were gone, thrown across the room, and the lights were out. No light would be shed on the room until the next norning and the consequences wouldn't be made known until the next month.
Ch. 3
July 28-Max B-Day
Max P.O.V.
It was like 5 in the morning and i was pacing Fang's room. I was here because I had just finished up chucking. I felt like crap on my eighteenth birthday. Just then Fang walked up and wrapped his arms around me.
"Don't worry baby. Everything will be OK"
I wrenched myself out of Fang's arms and threw myself down on his bed.
"No nothing is OK. I don't think we can fly away and nobody notice. Good idea, not gonna work."
Just then I had to heave myself off of the bed because I had to go throw up. Morning sickness sucks.
ok so this is all I have written so far. here's the more u want. hope to have more later!!