Hey Guys;) So I just felt like writing a FAX little story and this is what I came up with. I know I haven't been updating my other stories but I don't really feel like it and I don't have the inspiration so... Yeah. That may not happen for a while. If you check out my profile you will see some info about my other stories. They are on Hiatus. And while I am not officially putting them up for adoption if you want to adopt one for some crazy reason go check out my profile for more details on that. MOVING ON. This story just came to me while I was reading some FAX fics and I thought I might as well. I am debating leaving this a one-shot but I am thinking about making it a two- or three-shot. I don't know if the other chapters would be in Max or Fang's POV so... Whatever. If you want me to continue it let me know. If not, then... Well then that's fine too. Flames welcome, I want your honest opinion. I don't know if I like this so... Read my lovelies.
Fang POV
"Oh. I... didn't know you'd be here." She said looking down at her shoes.
"Umm... Yeah. Sorry, I didn't know I wasn't allowed." I try to catch her eyes but she won't look up quite yet. She probably took my lame attempt at a joke as a spiteful remark or something crazy like that.
I mean, this was our place. The place where we spent the weekends studying, where we would hang out after school. The place I first kissed her, in the secluded corner on the right when there was a minute left until closing time and there wasn't a soul left in the cozy coffee shop but the two of us and the manager behind back. Those were my favorite memories of us. The ones where we could be whoever we wanted because in that moment we were on top of the world. There was nothing stopping us from doing anything, but we chose to just stay with each other wishing we could make time stand still. I know now I should have realized just how precious my moments with her were, so I hadn't spent time so wastefully. I should have done something in that moment other than to use it savoring what I had. I wish I had left the savoring for now, and just lived life as it came to me. Because now I wish I had more memories of other things, other places, and less of this wretched coffee shop so I wouldn't have to be regretting them now.
"No, no what are you talking about? Of course you're allowed. I shouldn't have come. It's okay, um, you're fine. I'm just gonna go. I'm really sorry Fang. Really sorry." I had a feeling she wasn't talking about just the awkward encounter anymore. Max left the coffee shop, scurrying out the door in such a rush that she left her half drunk espresso on the counter. I could never understand how she liked it straight black like that. I had never been a fan of coffee, and when she had started taking me here I had always just ordered hot chocolate or when I was feeling that I might as well try to be healthy I ordered some green tea that tasted like watered down rain. Max loved her coffee though, and she always finished every last drop of it. That's how I knew something was wrong.
I wished with all my mind that I could do something about it. I wished that I could just follow her out that door and grab her wrist and demand that she tell me what was bothering her. I wished that I could tell her it was going to be alright, even if I knew it wasn't going to be. I wished more than anything I still had that right. But Max was mine anymore. It wasn't "Max and Fang" anymore. There was just Max, and there was just Fang. Their worlds never touched if they could help it, and when they did it was purely coincidental. It was so much different from what it had been. I didn't want to be just Fang. I wanted Max. I wanted her to tell me that she was out of her mind when she tried to force me that "It's not you, it's me," crap. I wanted her to take back the hopeful "Can we be friends?" that she already knew the answer to. We couldn't be friends because we were too much in love with each other. There was no going back from that kind of love. She knew that. And we both knew the real reason she turned her back on us.
Max was scared. She was scared of commitment, she was scared of trusting someone, and she was scared as hell of her feelings for me. She was a coward, and too proud to admit it. I had almost known this was coming though. It wasn't like she had started distancing herself from me before she ended it though. She had probably refused to even acknowledge her fear before that night. Before any romantic feelings for her surfaced she was my best friend. She knew how to read expressions on my face that was so emotionless not even a muscle twitched. I knew how to see past her mask and the only one that could get her to let her walls down. We were just like that. We knew everything about each other. That's how I had felt this coming. I knew she didn't trust people, and I knew she was afraid of commitment. So part of me wasn't surprised, true. But every single part of me was hurt. I had never been felt emotion like that before. Even when I realized I loved her. She destroyed me and everything I was and had in one conversation. She made me feel. It made me hate her. But also made me love her more.
I picked up her coffee. I drank it as I walked out the door and got into my car. I put the empty cup on my desk when I got to my room. I stared at it when I tried to fall asleep that night. I stared at it when I woke up in the morning. I threw it away when I realized it was just a stupid cup, and that it couldn't help me get over Max.
So... How was it? Good, bad, mediocre, let me know in a review. I don't know how I feel about it yet either so no hard feelings. BTW I am not one of those authors who gets mad if you favorite and don't review. Feel free to do whatever. Can someone explain to me why some authors freak about it? I don't get it...
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