Why hello my lovely readers! Sorry I have been so, well, unupdating recently. Have had a lot going on. I am following an account on twitter ( w h e n n b o y s s ), and this girl writes the most adorable tweets. I decided to take one tweet every chapter, and just write a oneshot for that particular tweet. You like? Well here is number one! 5 reviews by tomorrow and I will post another chappie before thanksgiving I think I'm gonna like this one.
Btw, ooc, just lovely, fluffy, randomness.
#100 When boys admit when they like you.
I don't know what's wrong with Fang. Three times this week I have looked up, only to find him staring at me. Then, get this, he looks away and blushes. And more than once I have seen him smile. Just this week! Something has got to be up.
So when Fang and I are at Iggy's basketball game, and he will barely look me in the eye, I start to become suspicious. Then I see that his hands are sweaty, and he keeps wiping them on his, of course, black jeans. So I decide to take matters into my own hands, since obviously he won't try to himself.
I cross my arms over my chest and face him. "Fang, what's up?" He looks at me. No answer.
Now I'm fed up. I grab his wrist (while pretending not to notice the way his pulse gets just a little faster) and drag him down the bleachers, past all of the people screaming at whatever team to 'get their defense together!', and out into the school hallway. Its creepy just how empty the hallway seems (without kids pushing and yelling on their way to the next class that is), with just the two of us.
I came to a stop then whirled around to look Fang in the eye. Aka: turned around, tilted my chin up. A whole bunch. I hate how much taller than me he is now! But that's besides the point…
Fang looked right on back at me. for just a second –okay maybe more like 30 seconds—I let myself drown in his green eyes. Then I snapped back into action. "what's your deal been this week?"
"nuthin." He replies, unwavering.
I stand there; hands on my hip, suspiciously raising one eyebrow, taking him in. This is what I see: black jeans, black skate shoes, black and silver tshirt. A given, right? I mean, it's Fang we are talking about here. His green eyes shine as they look into mine; no comment. His black hair is messed up in the cutest way possible, where it shows under his black and white baseball cap. Just the way I like it.
Woah. Did that just happen? Anyways…
"bullshit." That's my response. Fang raises an eyebrow.
"I have known you since you were born. Hatched. Whatever. I know you like the back of my hand. I think I can tell when something's up! Now just tell me what's wrong dammit!"
And with that, Fang does start to show emotion. He almost looked…nervous. What?
I watched silently as he started to walk off, just a little bit. He stopped and faced the locker in front of him, a few down from where I stood watching him, then turned around and leaned his back against it. I just waited. He grabbed the hat off of his head and scrunched it up in his hand, then smoothed it out. Then he ran his hand through his hair, seeming to make a decision. I know that look in his eyes, you see. He just made up his mind, and now nothing I, or anyone, can do will stop him from doing whatever he just set his mind to. What does that mean for me? usually: uh-oh.
Fang starts toward me, walking pretty fast for the lazy bean-pole this kid usually is. He takes one hand, the one without a baseball hat in it, and brings it up to my face: his thumb on my cheek, the rest of his fingers on my neck. With this hand, he pulls me close to him, quickly followed by his other hand, baseball cap and all, wrapping itself around my waist and drawing me to him even nearer still. Which means that now, we are thisclose.
And he kisses me.
As soon as our lips meet, Fang takes a big breath in through his nose. Real quick, I manage to think 'Well. Wasn't expecting this'. But not much thinking happened after that. Because I was slightly occupied.
My arms, which were kinda caught up in the middle of it all, were resting on his chest. I bring them up to feel his shoulders and, unable to stop there, wrap around his neck. Fangs arm around me tightens even more, as if he can't get me close enough. Not that I'm complaining.
I run my fingers through his dark hair, and I hear another sharp intake of breath.
We stand there, Fang and I, for probably 2 more minutes, just kissing, slow and sweet. After a while, we gradually break apart. I stare into his gorgeous green eyes for a few long moments after that, while we both caught our breath.
My world brightens as I see Fang break into this wonderful half-grin of his. I grin right on back.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just an idiot that couldn't figure out how to tell you that I like you. So…I like you. No bullshit." He winks at me.
I laugh, and lean into him a little bit. Our arms are still wrapped around eachother, and everything feels right.
Then…
"Max! Fang! Where are you! …Holy crap"
"Goddammit Iggy!" Fang yells across the hall.
Well. This might be the start of an interesting relationship
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