Max POV
Dylan was waiting much like how Sam was earlier tonight. But on the other hand, Dylan was taller and more muscular, wearing a blue button down shirt and dark blue jeans. He was leaning against his silver Porche.
"Hey, Babe. Ready?" He asked. That was the first difference I noticed between Sam and Dylan. But whatevs.
"Yup. Let's go." I said and waited for Dylan to open my door. It's not like I didn't want to do it myself, but Dylan always insisted thet he'd do it. He hopped inside after I was buckled up and put the car in drive. "Can you please tell me where we're going?" I asked. Dylan chuckled.
"Sorry, no can do Maxie." Dylan smiled. I groaned as Dylan drove off.
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Oh. My. God. Please, tell me we're just passing by. Please. No, no no no!
Dammit.
Well, guess where Dylan took me? That's riiiight.
Fucking. Olive. Garden.
Dylan looked at me. I immediately replaced my worried face with my excited face. His eyes lit up. "I thought you'd like it." He said. "You can eat how ever much you want. It's on me." He grinned. I nodded.
"Thanks, Dyl. I love this place." I said, trying to sound genuine. What if Fang was still working this shift? Or Iggy? Shit shit shit shit shit.
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Fang POV
"Thanks for eating at Olive Garden. Have a nice night." I said to the couple that just left. I took out my phone and checked for messages. None. I sighed. Maybe Max was tired. Or busy, or whatever. Or maybe she was still going out with that wiener, Sam. I tugged at my hair a bit.
"Hi, we'd like a table for two." A guy's voice said. I looked up.
"Sur-" I stopped short when I saw the beautiful girl he was with. Sh ewas familiar, only in a different outfit. This one was similar to her other dress, only it was dark green with a loose brown belt. My eyebrows shot up. The boy looked annoyed.
"Hey, could you stop staring at my girlfriend and get us a table?" He snapped. I wanted to snap back at him, but I looked at Max. Her eyes pleaded with me not to do anything. I just nodded and led them to a booth. My heart was racing. How could Max do that? Flirt with me and then just go out with another guy after a different date within the same night? WTF?
"I don't see anyone, so I guess I'll be your waiter today." I said. I took out my notepad and pen. "Drink?" I asked Max's date. He narrowed his eyes.
"Aren't you going to ask her first?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I know what she wants. Non-virgin Piño Colada." I mumbled. The boy looked surprised. Max smirked.
"You remembered." I heard her faintly murmur. The boy looked annoyed again, so he glanced at his menu.
"I'll have a Sprite." He said. I wrote his order down and walked to the bar to make Max's piño colada. Wow. Deja vu moment. I heard Iggy chuckle.
"What?" I chided. He took out a small wedge of pineapple and handed it to me.
"You, need to talk to her. Aloooone." He said. I groaned.
"I don't want to talk to her right now. She's cheating. That means she's basically a whore." I said. Iggy tsked me.
"Not exactly. She doesn't seem like the cheating type. You need to be positive. So ask her. She might have a good reason." He suggested. I looked at her while sliding the pineapple wedge onto the straw. The bartender gave me the drink and I put the straw in.
Iggy had a point. Max was different, and she definitely didn't seem like the cheater type of girl. "Fine." Is all I said. Iggy patted my back and pushed me towards the table, handing me a sprite.
"I put my special mixture in the sprite. It'll have him running for the men's room within seconds." Iggy grinned evilly. He gave me a tray with salad and breadsticks. I chuckled and headed back towards the table. His stupid mixture better work.
"Here you are." I said, setting down the drinks, salad, and breadsticks. Sadly, the boy didn't drink it yet. I sighed, taking out my notepad and pen again. "Ready?" I asked the boy. Again, he gave me a confused look. Then, I suddenly got this idea. I wrote down something on my notepad, then showed it to Max. "Is this okay?" I asked, staring at anything but her.
Here's what the note said:
Max, make him drink the sprite, so I can talk to you.
Fang.
Max looked up at me. "Yeah, that's perfect, thanks." She said. I took the notepad back. Max scrunched her eyebrows at the boy. "Dylan, you look a bit parched. Why don'tyou take a sip of your drink?" She asked worriedly. The boy, Dylan, shrugged and took a few gulps. I visibly relaxed. Max smirked just a tiny bit, hiding it behind her glass.
"So, orders?" I asked. Dylan looked uncomfortable, but he began to order.
"I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs." He said, squirming in his seat. Max cocked her head to the side.
"Dylan, you okay?" She asked. Dylan pursed his lips. "Babe, how about you go to the restroom?" She suggested. Dylan could only nod as he shot up from his seat and scurried off to the men's room.
When he was out of sight, Max and I burst into laughter. She looked at me, covering her mouth to prevent giggles. "Iggy." I said. "So, how about we just talk?" I asked her. Max smiled. I loved her smile.
"Absolutely."
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Max POV
"I know, right? They aren't vampires, they're blood sucking fairies!" I exclaimed. Fang laughed. We were discussing sparkly objects and immediately got into a conversation about Twilight.
"What about when Barbie did a thumbelina movie?" He asked, chewing on a breadstick. I groaned.
"And to think, I loved Thumbelina! God, Barbie ruins everything." I scowled at the thought of Barbie's version of Thumbelina. Fang laughed again. It was a deep, low sound that made my stomach do flip flops.
Over the past thirty minutes that Dylan's been blowing chunks, I've learned lot about Fang.
1) His dad was the manager of this Olive Garden, so he could get Iggy a job here...
2) He and Iggy go to the same school that I go to.
3) He loves Sleeping with Sirens and secretly likes Nicki Minaj.
4) He usually doesn't talk much or open up to strangers.
5) He can be really funny when he wants to make someone laugh.
6) He has never ridden a school bus. His mom thinks that they're contaminated with bacteria.
7) Once in the fourth grade, his mom plastic wrapped him so he could go on a field trip to a farm.
8) He hates liars and people who use people.
9) He likes Black. Like, A lot.
10) Sometimes, when he's bored, he dances around his room and does man splits.
Overall, those were the most interesting thirty minutes of my life. Fang was just simply, a fun guy.
"So then, Iggy got suspended for three weeks for setting off a glitter bomb in Nudge's locker, even though she said it was amazing. That is injustice!" Fang argued. God, he made me laugh at the most stupid things. After a while, I had to tell Fang about what was actually going on tonight.
"So, I want to explain why I was on two dates tonight, since you probably think I'm a whore or something." I said. Fang nodded.
"Just a bit." He said. I chuckledand smiled a bit, calming myself.
Fang POV
Max chuckled and smiled a bit, calming herself. "So... explain." I prompted. Max bit her lip.
"Okay, look Fang, Sam and Dylan both like me. And I didn't know which one I liked better, so I had to go out with both to see. It didn't work out with Sam, so I tried Dylan, but I just don't like him either. So now, I'm frustrated and you're just quiet, making me think that you hate me and I'm freaking pulling my hair out because this is driving me insane and you drive me insane, and I know that we just met, but I just feel like I can be myself around you. And I don't know if you feel the same way about me, but I swear after this date with Dylan, I'm calling you because you are the only god dammed person in this town who gets me." She finished.
Wow.
Wow, was all I could think of. But my mouth, had other plans.
I kissed her. Well, my mouth wanted to get very well acquainted with her mouth, so my mouth made a move. But anyway, I kissed her. Max was surprised, so she just stood still.
I pulled away slowly. Max was staring at me. I smirked at her, my face still centimeters from hers. "I have never talked this much in my life." I whispered.
"Really?" She murmured, cinnamon scented breath fanning my face. I nodded, leaning towards her and capturing her lips again.
"What the hell?!" Dylan yelled. We shot apart.
"Crap." Max held her face in her hands. I turned around to face Max's angry date.
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