My Fake Boyfriend and His Obnoxious Mother
Summary: She didn't mean to be his girlfriend, even if it was fake. Technically, she wasn't even supposed to be Fang's girlfriend. That is, until Fang's obnoxious mother gets a hold of a picture of the two kissing, when he was trying to get Lissa off his back. Until she decides to come visit. How long will they have to hold up the act? What if it's no longer fake? And what happens when his mom finds out? FAX.
"Words travel fast, so you spend all your time in your head. What's the point in that? Cause words never last. What you say now, its not what you said, and I'm okay with that. You're keeping yourself tied up, so you won't let me down. Didn't you ever think, just maybe, I'll understand you?"
~ Last to Know, The Wanted
Chapter 1
His legs moved fast, as he brushed past the trees and bushes, practically running for his life. With his legs moving as quick as he could move them, he slowed to a stop until he heard the screeching, and made yet another run for it.
"You know you want some!" it screamed. "Come back! Fangy!"
The 6-inch heels clicked and clacked on the hot cement, as the girl chased after the man running. His name just happened to be, Fang Ride.
Fang ran a hand through his long, black hair, as he whipped past his fellow classmates, who were either standing and gaping at the scene: the college's slut chasing him, or giggling at the fact that Lissa Thorne wouldn't get him.
Lissa Thorne.
She was probably the most annoying girl Fang had ever known, and that's probably the same to most people who knew her, too. Her red hair was such as fiery red, that it made her head look on fire, against her pale skin and bright green eyes. Her clothes scream "SLUT!" as well as her make-up caked face.
Lissa stopped chasing Fang for a minute, only to check herself in her mini-mirror to apply more make-up and make sure she wasn't sweating. That gave Fang a little time to stop and take a break, but as soon as he came to a full stop and caught his breath, he heard the clicking of the heels once more.
He took in a deep breath and started off in a slow jog, thinking that Lissa wouldn't be able to catch up to him in those heels, but the next thing you know, Lissa's right at his tail, her heels in her hands. She waved them around in the air, and Fang had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, because he thought she looked like a mad woman.
By now the two were full out sprinting, Lissa right behind Fang. How is she keeping up? Fang thought incredulously. He was breathing hard, not aware of his surroundings, only one thing on his mind: get away from Lissa.
He closed his eyes for a moment, channeling the remaining energy he had to his legs, willing for them to go faster. For that one moment, he managed to bump into someone, sending both him and the person he bumped into tumbling across the grassy ground.
Fang opened his eyes and rubbed them a little, to make his vision clearer. He looked at the person lying down next to him on the grass.
The person growled, ready to attack Fang. "Fang…" the person said warningly, meaning for him to get ready to run again.
"Max?" he croaked, recognizing the person. She smiled cruelly at him, and before she could say anything, Fang mumbled an apology, and said, "Listen, I got Lissa on my back."
Max Martinez looked at him expectantly, and prompted him to continue. "And?" she asked nonchalantly, as if it didn't really matter to her.
He sighed, and rested his head on the ground, not believing himself for what he was getting ready to ask Max. "Please be my fake girlfriend for, like, a minute?" he asked desperately and quietly, so nobody would hear the two.
Max was about to protest, when Fang caught Lissa coming by out of the corner of his eye. Making a split second decision, Fang grabbed Max's sun-streaked brown hair and brought her head closer to him, before he smashed his lips against hers. Max's chocolate brown eyes shot open and she tried to pull herself away, thinking that it was wrong to be kissing one of her very best friends, but she couldn't get out; Fang had her in a death hold.
Lissa screeched. "FANGY! I thought you were mine!"
Fang kept kissing Max as she uncomfortably squirmed under him, seeing the two were still lying down on the grass, Fang on the top. He figured that if he kept kissing Max for a while, Lissa would leave them alone, and most of all, leave him alone, thinking that Fang was dating someone after all.
"WHY ARE YOU WITH HER?" Lissa shrilled, momentarily startling Fang and Max, although it didn't prevent Fang from kissing Max even longer.
The red head shrieked and let out an agonizing, "UGH!" before she stomped away after blubbering some nonsense. Finally, Fang pulled away from Max.
The two panted as Max shot a glare to Fang. "You know, that was considered rape," Max said smartly, dusting herself off.
Fang shot her an apologetic look and muttered, "I'm really sorry. What was I supposed to do?"
Max got off of the ground and dusted herself off, patting her shirt and her pants. "I dunno, maybe get another girl to kiss?" she asked him harshly, making wild hand gestures as she spoke. "I'm sure every other girl on this campus would be willing to throw themselves at your feet!"
He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy black hair, looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry, okay?" he muttered to Max, who had her hands on her hips and was looking at him sternly, as if to say 'What the heck is wrong with you?'
Fang continued, knowing that he was going to say more than he probably ever would in a day. "I'm sorry. You're my best friend and I just happen to be right next to you when Lissa came running by, so I, um, figured you'd be good for… the job?" He awkwardly scratched the back of his head and looked at her, contemplating on what her response was going to be.
She looked at him for a couple of minutes and blinked a couple of times. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead, she quickly shut it, thinking about what to say.
Max took a large step closer to Fang and looked straight into his black, obsidian eyes. "Think about what you say and do next time, okay?" she huffed.
She then turned on her heel and stalked off, leaving Fang looking after her in disbelief.
Fang sighed as he unlocked the door to the apartment, not being ready to face Max for the night.
Max, Fang and a few others share the apartment, because dorms were expensive, and plus, they were all friends, so why not?
He silently closed the door behind him, setting his stuff down as soon as he reached his room.
The apartment was rather large compared to most others, and frankly, looked boring and under-decorated. The people who lived in the apartment with Fang made life much livelier, though, and he was almost happy to come home from class every day.
"FANG!" Fang heard Max scream from the living room.
He sighed again, not being ready to face the wrath of Max. Fang slowly emerged from his room, peeking out first, to see if the pathway was safe.
Iggy, a house-mate, mocked Max. "FANG!" he screamed in a rather feminine voice. Then, Fang heard a something that sounded a lot like a slap.
Fang figured that it was just Max slapping Iggy.
Wrong time for jokes, Ig, Fang thought to himself, as he cautiously walked through the corridor.
He peered past the corner and saw the whole gang sitting on the couch, with the exception of Max, who was looming over Iggy, getting ready to whack him again.
James "Iggy" Griffiths was a really good guy, until you really got to know him. His cooking is extraordinary, and he's a pyromaniac, which he claims makes him, "all the more special." He makes the most perverted jokes at mostly all the wrong times, but most of the time it's funny.
Iggy is also like Fang, getting all the girls falling head over heels for him because of his looks. Having pale skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, Iggy was the "perfect" boy, as opposed to Fang, who was the "bad boy" with shaggy black hair, deep black, obsidian eyes, and olive-toned skin.
"FANG!" Max screamed again, getting ready to say something else, before she then cut it short as soon as she saw Fang peer through the corner of a wall.
Fang plastered a big - fake - grin on his face, which was quite uncharacteristic for him, but he did it anyway, to please Max. "Yes?" he asked, coming out from his "hiding spot."
Max was steaming mad, not in the mood for games. She walked over to the computer that they all share and pointed at it.
On it, Facebook was pulled up. "What's that for?" Fang asked quietly, studying the page to find something unusual.
Max shot him a glare and scrolled down a bit, and only then Fang realized that these people somehow got into his Facebook account. It wasn't Max's, or even Iggy's, or anybody else's in the apartment. It was his.
"Why is my Facebook pulled up?" Fang burst out of nowhere.
From a corner in the room Nudge, another fellow house-mate, meekly said, "I was, uh, able to hack into it." Then she continued on, in a stronger voice, as talking was her 'thing.' "You know, I can hack into stuff. I'm pretty good at it too, right Max? Oh, Never mind Max. You're a bit mad, aren't you?"
Nudge was a perky, loquacious girl, always talking. With mocha colored skin, big brown eyes and curly hair, as if she'd gotten a perm, she was the liveliest one in the apartment, always talking unless someone stopped her, and at most times, it got pretty annoying. She's great at hacking into things, but that's a skill she doesn't share with anyone except for those in the apartment.
But before Nudge could say anything more and add on to what she was saying, Max harshly said, "Nudge! SHUT. UP."
Max turned back to Fang and the computer, and scrolled down to a particular post and pointed to it.
Someone had posted a picture of Max and Fang kissing.
Fang froze when he saw a particular comment under the picture.
Madison Ride wrote: OMG! I'm so proud my son is interested in someone! Oh my gosh, I need to come down there and meet her! I'm booking a flight! The airport said they could squeeze me in a flight because I gave them extra money! You two better be ready to meet me! Oh, Nicky, honey, I'm so happy for you! I haven't seen you with a girl in forever! Well, that's probably because I haven't even seen you in forever, but still! Does she make you happy, honey? If she does, I really need to meet her. Can you pick me up from the airport at 9 tonight? I just boarded the plane! EEEEEEEEEEK! SO EXCITED! My flight's 5 hours, so that means that I'll be landing at around 9 tonight. Can you pick me up then or should I book a cab? No, don't pick me up, you have school tomorrow. It's the last day, right? That means I came right on time! Okay, I'll talk to you soon! See you soon, honey!
Posted from mobile phone
Fang read it and reread it multiple times until he finally processed what the comment was saying.
"Oh my god!" he burst, un-Fang-like. He gripped Max's shoulders and shook them as he spoke. "She's coming in…" he checked his watch, "4 hours! Do you realize that I need a girlfriend in 4 hours?"
He took in a deep breath to calm down, as Max gripped his own shoulders and shook them. "Just tell her that you aren't dating anybody!" she yelled in his face. "Stop acting so weird!"
Fang shook his head, his shaggy hair flopping around. "No, no, no. You don't understand, Max. She's not going to let this go at just that."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Iggy chimed in from behind. "That she's going to stay here until he admits he's dating someone? That's stupid."
"Exactly," Fang muttered.
Max looked at him quizzically as she asked, "What? The fact that that's stupid? Or because that's what she's going to do?"
"That's what she's going to do."
Max sighed and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. "Just calmly explain to her that you're not dating anyone."
Fang closed his eyes, just imagining the whole scene out. He would tell his mom that he isn't dating anyone, she would get really mad at him and use the picture to her advantage, and then claim that she's staying until she meets this girl. Fang groaned and buried his head in his hands.
"Listen," Max said quietly, not believing what she was about to say. "We'll play it out for a bit, and then fake a break-up too, okay?"
Fang's head abruptly shot up from his hands, as he looked at Max, to see if she was sure with what she was saying.
She wasn't sure, and she didn't know why it slipped out. "Are you sure?" Fang asked her.
Sighing, Max thought about it. "What could happen if you told her that you didn't have a girlfriend?"
He repeated the scene he saw in his mind to her, as she looked at him, concerned with the fact that Fang is actually stressing out about something.
Max walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, causing a giant Squish! to come out of it. Fang followed her and did the same thing, the same Squish! noise following. Max buried her head on the sofa arm, her face sinking in the rough cloth. "How long would she stay?" Max asked Fang, her words muffled and distorted by the sofa.
Fang shrugged, before he realized that she couldn't physically see him since her face was buried in the sofa. "I dunno, honestly. She's done this kind of thing before, just not with the same scenario. Sometimes she'd stay for a week, sometimes she'd stay for almost a year."
Max shot up from the sofa and looked outrageously at Fang. "A YEAR? We can't risk having her here for a year, can we now?" She got up from the brown colored couch and started pacing back and forth, everybody now gathered and intently watching her.
Fang only saw one solution for this problem.
He got up from the couch and gripped Max's shoulders to stop her from pacing. He took his hands off of them, as soon as he was assured that she would stop pacing and look at him.
"Maximum Martinez, would you please be my fake girlfriend?"
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