Hi. I've written another fanfiction and just felt like writing this one, It's been done a lot of times by a lot of people, so, I hope mines ok :)
It felt wonderful, waking up in Fang's arms. His body radiated heat, and his strong grip made me feel as safe as I ever had.
A week later
Like a week earlier, I had snuck into Fang's room. Exhausted, we both fell fast asleep. Some hours later, my eyes fluttered open, just barely, and I smiled, content. I closed my eyes again, sighed, a good sigh, and was just about to fall back asleep when my eyes shot open. A gurgle in my stomach gave me the sudden urge to puke.
I pushed away from Fang and off the bed, almost tripping on the draped bed sheets. Pulling on Fang's old band shirt and some plaid pajama bottoms, I sprinted out the door and down the hallway, bare feet slightly sticking to the hardwood floors. I skidded into the small tiled bathroom and hurled chunky green vomit into the spotless porcelain toilet. Soon, Fang was behind me, holding my hair away from my face. Minutes went by, every time I thought I was done, more came up. Finally, I got up the strength the push off the toilet and stand very unstable. Fang kindly helped me to my feet and I got a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked sick.
After I took a nice long shower, cleaned all the puke off of me, and wrapped a towel snugly around me(because I forgot to bring in a change of clothes), I tip toed to Fang's bedroom. There are two reasons I was trying to be quiet. 1. Everyone, except Fang and I were sleeping, as far as I knew. 2. And I really didn't want anyone to know I was in Fang's room last night.
I twisted the silver door handle, and slid in the room, still holding a firm grip on my towel. My hair was wet, tangled, and draped around my neck. "You feeling okay?" Fang asked, wrapping his arms around me from the back. He was wearing boxers and another one of his countless black tees.
I snuggled into his arms, "Yeah, a lot better now. Probably just food poisoning or something, I'll be fine.". He nodded and pulled me into his grasp a little tighter.
"Then, maybe..." he provoked, tugging at my towel lightly. I wrapped my towel on tighter and pushed away from him.
"Hah, no seconds for you, at least not today." I said, walking across the room to the closet. "Plus, everyone is going to wake up soon, and I have to get out of here before they do.". I dropped the towel quickly, threw on underwear and some shorts, and pulled my bra over my shoulders. Fang came up behind me and began to hook it together.
He kissed up from the tender spot on my back up to my neck before I could pull my t-shirt on, and I shivered. "Stop it!" I giggle/whispered. He chuckled, putting his hands up in defence. I ran my hands threw my hair, trying to stop from blushing. "Now, either pretend like you're asleep or go cook us some breakfast." I said, smiling.
I tip-toed back down the hard wood hallway, like before, but this time, I headed for the room Ella and I shared. I made it down about half way and I started to turn the corner. "Who's there?" Iggy asked quietly. I held my breath and crept around him, trying to make as little noise as possible. I passed him a couple feet and waited. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and turned the opposite way. Thank GOD he was blind.
After I watched him walk down the hall, far enough that I couldn't see I'm any longer, I hurried the rest of the way to Ella and I's bedroom. I slipped in, shut the door and sighed. Ella yawned rubbing her head. She looked up from her pillow, "Where have you been?" She asked, voice somehow knowing.
I sat down on my bed, which was really just a mattress on the floor of her bedroom. Eh, I've slept on worse. "The bathroom," I answered, trying to hide my lying. I pulled on slippers and yawned, hey it's contagious.
"Max, I'm your sister, I know when you're lying," she said, resting her face on her hands. I looked down, thinking. There was really no chance of getting out of this one.
I sighed. "Okay, you caught me, I was with Fang.". Her face brightened up, and she smiled, like she knew all along. She twirled a piece of dark hair around her finger.
"Do tell," she said, suggestively, adjusting her position to an upright, more excited one. I rolled my eyes and stretched out my arms, pretending like I didn't care.
"I spent the night, I got lonely when you fell asleep. You're snoring didn't make me want to stay much either, though," I joked. She glared at me.
"I do NOT snore," she hissed, also joking. We both laughed and I stood, getting used to the fluffy slippers.
"Im gunna go get some breakfast."
Meanwhile in the kitchen
Fang POV
I strolled into the kitchen shortly after Max left, feeling great. I was actually smiling. I opened the fridge, got out some milk and poured myself a glass. "How was your night?" Iggy asked, walking into the kitchen. I re-un-capped the gallon of milk and poured Iggy a glass before putting the milk back in the fridge.
"Good..." I answered, my voice slightly suspicious. I slid the glass of milk to Ig, and he caught it in his hand skillfully. He smirked.
"I bet," he grinned, sipping his milk. I stared him down, furrowing my brow. He sauntered over to the fridge, pulled open the door and stared blankly at the food.
"What?" I asked, slightly demandingly. He grinned again as he turned towards me, still holding the handle to the fridge.
"I may be blind, but, I have great hearing," he chuckled. I fought of the blush that was rising on my cheeks.
"Maybe you should use your super-hearing to detect flyboys or erasers instead or listening in on us," I hissed, but, it really didn't bother me. Iggy is the only person I can really go to, to talk about this kind of stuff.
He smiled, took out a carton of eggs, and closed the door to the fridge. "Whatever you say, Fnick," he added. I rolled my eyes, as Max entered the kitchen. I took a long stride, lessening the gap between us, and took her hand.
"Feeling better?" I asked, intertwining our fingers. She nodded, pecked my lips and walked across the room. Opening the milk carton Iggy had just laid on the kitchen counter, she pulled out an egg and got ready to crack it on a pan Iggy must've set out without me seeing.
"Woah, woah, woah," Iggy disproved, taking the egg from her hand. "You remember what happened last time you tried to cook." Simultaneously, Iggy, Max, and I shivered, reminiscing the messy event. Max slumped over to where I was sitting, the kitchen/bar thing, and took the seat to my right. She put on a fake frown and mumble/laughed something inaudibly. "Besides that, what were you two love birds talking about? Is Maxie-poo sick?" He questioned.
I ignored the 'love-bird' comment and retorted with a sarcastic comeback. "Oh, just food poisoning. The chow here sucks, plus the chef is a little suspicious." I smirked, high-five-ing Fang.
Woo! Chapter 1 Hope you liked it RnR please :)