Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic, so any reviews are much appreciated and flames are welcome! This might not make much sense if you haven't seen the movie 500 Days of Summer, so I'm sorry if it doesn't :(
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to James Patterson.
Max's POV
Waking up with Fang is quite possibly the greatest thing since flying. Right now, I'm lying in his arms while he still slept, trying to muster the will to get up. It doesn't help that he looks so adorable and open (and, though I hate to admit it, very hot
wearing only boxers) asleep. Unfortunately, I have to get up at the ungodly time of 6:00 for my internship at the Capitol, while he gets to sleep in slightly as a journalist for the Washington Post. Yes, we live in Washington, D.C. We received quite a bit of
attention from the government for our philanthropy, which made me interested in being a part of running our country. I force myself out of our warm bed and hop into the shower. While I'm washing myself, I begin to think of the sweet movie we watched
last night, 500 Days of Summer. I know, Max loving a romantic comedy? WTF? It's true, I loved it (as did Fang, he just thinks he's too "manly" to say so.) I thought of the Hall and Oates song the dance was done to, and how Fang really does make my
dreams come true. Not just the XXX- rated ones either. He just makes me feel so happy and loved: he truly understands me.
As I stepped out of our apartment complex, something seemed… odd. Everyone was staring at me, and I am not that hot to anyone but Fang. There was also a bizarre trend in their clothes- it was like they had all shopped exclusively at Hot Topic and
become My Chemical Romance fans. They were all so dang happy, too. Everyone was smiling and waving at me, and it was like Angel, cute, but kind of frightening. As I made my way to work, I saw my reflection, and damn, I looked like Angelina Jolie.
Well, not exactly like her; it was just for the first time I thought of myself as beautiful, instead of plain. This gave me a huge burst of confidence and put a spring in my step, to the point where I was nearly dancing. Then, my life turned into Inception: the
Musical. All of the Gothic looking people around me started singing that song from that moie Fang and I watched! It was infectious, and before I knew it, I was singing along like some ridiculous lovesick girl in a movie. Then, Fang, wearing this idiotic shirt
that showed his, in all honesty, sexy abs, strode up the street to me, singing and smiling broadly. This must be a dream, I thought. Well, why not go with it? I ran up to Fang, and well you don't want to know all the details, but his lips tasted better than
homemade chocolate chip cookies, along with the adrenalin rush of flying. I started hearing bells in my head, and I started feeling disconnected, while everything blurred.. then the lovely chiming turned into the grating buzz of my alarm clock. Ahh! Are you
freakin' kidding me! It was all a dream. FML. I was about to start screaming into my pillow when I heard gentle tapping on the door; Fang poked his head in, looking concerned.
"I heard the bed creaking and wanted to make sure you weren't having a nightmare," he said softly, coming to sit next to me and hold my hand. God, for someone so serous, he can be so amazingly loving.
" No Fang, definitely not a nightmare," I said. I slowly leaned forward and kissed him wrapping my arms around him and never let go. God, I have turned into that lovesick man from 500 Days of Summer- but I knew Fang wouldn't break my heart like that.
Once we pulled back, he said, blushing (Go me, I made Mr. Rock blush!), "What the heck brought that on?"
" Oh nothing. You just make my dreams come true."
Very cheesy and clichéd, I know, but I hope you liked it any way! Thank you for reading!