Déjà Vu
Sorry I haven't updated. I'm many days late.. ): Fang and Max will not be doing a fun winter sport in this chapter. I used what someone else told me I should do. (:
FANG POV
Finally. I was alone with Max. No, I'm not gonna hurt her, if that's what it sounds like. I would never hurt her. I'm not like that. God.
But [insert your choice of a swear word here], it was COLD. Seriously. It felt colder than how it was in Antarctica. And that, my friends, was cold.
This.
This weather.
Was indescribable.
Max and I were bundled up in so many freakin' layers that it wasn't even funny. We were like big fat puffy marshmallows. To make matters worse, we were walking in the woods, what with all the twigs and branches. I felt like we were becoming s'more victims. But it was all worth being with Max.
"Fang?" Max's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I turned my head to look at her. Even as a giant marshmallow she was still cute.
"Are we there yet?" she asked, her face crinkling in confusion. Oh, crap. I had no idea where we were going.
"Um," I looked around, trying to find a place for us to sit. And then I saw it. The perfect spot. "How about that--" I started pointing toward it, until I saw Max's jaw drop wide open.
"That?" she stopped walking and looked at me as if I were Gazzy and just farted.
"Yeah. What's wrong with it?" I stopped to grin.
"Well, it's just that it reminds me of--" she stammered, trying to find words.
"What does it remind you of?" I said slyly, walking again.
"Never mind. I don't care if you're trying to play games with me, Fang," she grimaced. "Just don't try making me do anything stupid, okay?" Score.