Yo! This is a totally kool story, yea, it is, Srry, littles hyper right nows. I'm here with Prxncezz, aka, my bff. I kno u heards bout the tragedy, about her not being able to write anymore, yea, so, we were both going to write this story for u guys, u kno she loves u all and appreciates u reading her stories, so, heres a story from both of us.
Max P.O.V
Looking over at my alarm clock, I noticed a tiny little piece of paper under my door. I arose from my comfortable position on the bed and walked over to pick it up. It was a torn piece of notebook paper. I unfolded it carefully, observing the writing.
Yo,
Hey, max, come to my room, I have to tell you something
Fang
"What?" I whispered silently. I looked back at my clock; it was 1:51. Why does he want me this late, I figured it could wait until morning, but, I didn't stop my self from opening my
bedroom door, and stepping into the hall. I looked over in the direction of Fang's room, to see him leaning in the doorway. I sighed and walked over. He shifted positions as I stepped
closer to him, so that he was standing straight, looking formal. I almost laughed. However, one thing that I realized was… he wasn't wearing a shirt. I squeezed my eyes shut and blinked
them open again. Still no shirt. "What did you need to tell me?" I asked. He motioned for me to come into his room, and I obliged. I took a slow step into his room and looked around. I
had never actually been in Fang's room before, probably because he never lets any one in it. All I'm really going to say is that everything was black. His desk, his walls, the carpet, his…
everything. Well, except his bed. It didn't match his room at all. It was white. I stifled my laughter and took a seat in one of his armchairs, black leather of course. Fang came in, and shut
the door behind him. He walked over and kneeled right in front of me. I was going to ask what he was going to say again, but, before I knew it, his warm and soft lips pressed
passionately on mine. I was seriously shocked at first, but then I got into it. It was sweet, but it was also a hungry kind of kiss. After what seemed like eons, we finally broke apart,
panting loudly. Fang looked at me expectantly, as if he was waiting for me to run away again. "That's what I wanted to tell you," He said, looking me straight into my eyes. I think I
blushed. "Why didn't you run away," Fang asked, seemingly gleeful (Hehe, I like that word) that I hadn't gone off, leaving him. I looked away to my side, avoiding his gaze. "I'm not
going to run away anymore," I said, slowly turning my head back to him. His face was impassive, but his eyes showed something that I didn't recognize. It was love. Love… for me. Me.
"Max," Fang said, taking my chin into his hand. "You don't know how much I love you," He said. I felt tears prick into the back of my eyes, and I actually let them fall. "I love you, too!" I
sobbed. I jumped into his arms and cried into his shoulder. His arms came around me and hugged me close. "I love you," I said again, but more quietly. "I love you," Fang repeated. He
pulled me off him, and kissed my lips again, with a sweetness I didn't know anyone could bestow. I kissed back, deepening the kiss more, and placed my hands into his hair. His arms
came around my waist and pulled me closer, so close, I felt like you couldn't even fit a needle in between us, even though that would really hurt. Fang licked my bottom lip, begging for
entrance. I let him in without hesitating. We explored each other's mouths, kissing each other like we've been apart for years. Finally, I thought.
Amy (Prxncezz) and Nicole(Hot-Bxtch): Hope you enjoyed it. If you guys like it enough, we might make another before Amy(Prxncezz) has to move. :p