Fang sat up quickly. "God Max! Shut…up. Why are you walking around with no shirt?" he asked slowly.
My cheeks turned bright red, and he froze. He started looking around, and then he realized exactly what I did.
I looked over in the corner, and I found my bra. I put it on, and I turned around. He was already standing up and in his boxers.
He was staring at his hand. "Where did I get this?" he whispered.
I walked over beside
him. "What?"
"I have a ring on my left hand," he said
softly. "On the finger by my pinky."
I frowned. "I honestly don't know," I said as I ran my hand through my hair.
I felt it catch on something, and I froze. I pulled my hand back down, and I just stared. "I…have two," I choked.
He looked at my hand, and we both looked up at each other.
"You don't think," he started.
"I doubt it," I said nervously.
I walked over to a
stack of papers that was on the hotel desk, and I just stared. "Uh,
Fang, we've got a problem."
"What?" he asked as he
walked over. I showed him the papers and his eyes shot wide open.
"We did!" he
shouted. "Oh my God."
"We're…we're…we're…"
"Married," he finished. "Yeah. And look. It's legal because
we used our real names."
"Damn it!" I
exclaimed. "Oh man. Iggy…what is he thinking? This is bad."
"Really?" he asked sarcastically. "And, I mean, normally I
would say burn the papers and no one would ever know, but this is a
back copy. Someone else has a copy."
I rolled my eyes. "I
see that, but you don't have to make a shitty situation worse by
being an ass," I hissed. "Let's just get home."
I
couldn't think straight. I was married? But I'm only sixteen, and
I have a boyfriend, and…
Oh God.
"Where have you guys been?" Iggy asked angrily as we walked in.
I looked up at him.
"Looking for a house," I lied. "Sorry."
Fang's jaw
was locked tight. I had never seen him this way.
"Did you have fun?" Nudge asked warily as she glanced in between us.
We both nodded quickly, but we then didn't say or do anything else.
No. Well, yes, but no. I had fun in the sense Fang was so stuck with me now. He couldn't be around…shit.
Yes he could. He could be around her.
"Max," Nudge said with her eyes open wide. She was staring in between mine and Fang's hands.
I groaned and slid to the floor. "Don't ask," I ordered.
"You're married!" Angel squealed.
"No!" I shouted. "Well, yes, but—"
"Neither one of us remember anything," Fang interrupted.
"Exactly," I said quickly.
"You got married,
but you don't remember it?" Angel asked. We nodded.
"I
feel kinda funny," I admitted. "Like, as in, sick."
"Did
you two do anything last night?" Iggy asked with a smirk.
We both turned bright red. "No!" we exclaimed quickly, and in unison.
"So, she's not pregnant," Nudge said while taping her foot.
"My head really hurts," I said slowly. "That's not even an option even if we did. It takes three days for a woman to get—"
"Okay!" Gazzy
exclaimed. "We don't want to know!"
"I just remembered
something," I said angrily. "Gazzy hasn't had the talk of
life."
Angel and Nudge giggled, and Iggy scowled. "Let me
guess. I have to give it to him."
I shook my head. "No.
God, no. That would be awkward for both of you. Jeb does, just like
he did you and Fang. I mean, Gazzy's the same age you guys were."
"We'll get him to next time we're at Val's house!" Angel
said happily.
"No!" Gazzy said
firmly. "I will not listen!"
"Yes you will," I said
simply.
"You guys let her change the subject," Nudge muttered.
Damn. I thought I was getting away with it.
Fang groaned and laid his head against the side of the cave. "Max, what are we going to do?"
I sighed. What was the point in making him stay married to me? Just because I was in love doesn't mean he was.
"Well, we can't stay married…"
