A/N: Okay, so in this chapter Max is being a little more of herself. She's getting more comfortable and used to everyone.
The next day, I woke up to a knocking sound. I looked around, irritated for someone disturbing my sleep, and immediately turned my head away from the window and the bright light streaming through it. Once I got used to the sunlight, I walked over to the window, dressed only in my pajamas, a long grey jersey that said WILDFOX on the top and a pair of really short shorts. I opened the window and leaned out, only to see Fang standing there.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You said you wanted to paint your room today," he replied.
"I just barely got up!" I said.
"Well, I figured since it's 10:30 in the morning that you were up," he replied. I turned to look at the clock and saw that he was right.
"Wait 10 minutes!" I replied, moving back into my room and quickly grabbing some clothes. I put on a basic white racer back tank top and a pair of green Soffe shorts. I brushed my hair and pulled it back into a pony tail and brushed my teeth. I grabbed the paint cans and all the stuff we would need for painting from my closet. Then I ran downstairs, outside, and walked over to Fang.
"Okay," I said, leading him inside. He followed, like he knew the place by heart. Well, he probably did.
We got to my room and Fang helped me move all the furniture away from the walls and cover everything in sheets.
"So I'm not even going to bother asking you what color you want," I said, handing him the black paint.
"How do you want it?" he asked, opening the can and pouring some into the little pan thing.
"Um, I was thinking these two walls black, and the other two purple," I said, pointing the walls opposite each other. Fang nodded and took the roller, beginning to paint. I did the same with the wall next to him. First we painted in silence, then we started talking. We talked about how things were while I was gone, and my life in California. We talked about our friends and told a ton of crazy stories.
After a few hours, we decided to take a break and go get something to eat. We walked to Subway, ignoring the people starring at us.
"You have purple paint on your nose," said Fang, smiling at me and taking a bite of his sandwich.
"You have black paint on your cheek," I said.
"No wonder people are looking at us like that; we are covered in paint," he said.
Once we finished eating, we walked back to my house and began painting again. About 3 hours in, I decided that it was too boring. I turned around, took a paint brush full of purple paint, and splattered him. His back and his hair had specks of purple paint in it. He grabbed his black paint brush and flung paint at me too.
"I declare war!" I yelled, running back to my paint, dipped the paint brush in, and went over to Fang. I ran around him, trailing the paint brush behind me, making a thick purple stripe around him, arms and all. Then I stood on tip toes and painted the ends of his hair purple. He surprisingly just stood there. When I finished, I realized our faces were only a few inches apart. I got off my tip toes and walked over to my wall. I turned around and saw an evil look in Fang's eyes. He dipped his paint brush into the black paint and began walking toward me. I ran around the room, hiding behind furniture, until Fang got too close. Then I would run to hide behind something else. Finally, Fang grabbed me around the waist, bringing me to his chest, and let the brush drip over my head, making big black dots in my hair. Then he let go, moved back, then put the brush on my shirt a little above my belly button. He moved around me, making a big strip of black. I glared at him, and the paint war ceased.
At about 10:00, we finally finished. We moved most of the furniture back, but there were a few wet spots, so we couldn't move all of it back. We went down stairs and Fang walked across the street to his house. I went back to my room, went to the bathroom, and ran the shower until it was warm. Then I stripped off my paint splattered clothes and stepped in. After about half an hour I decided I got as much of the paint out of my hair and off my body as I could. I turned off the shower and stepped out. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself. After pulling on a pair of short shorts and a tank top, I brushed my hair and hopped into my bed, exhausted.
The next day was pretty uneventful. I woke up, moved the rest of my furniture back, and hung around the house. The next day, which was Monday, I went to the mall with Nudge, Iggy, Fang, Angel, and Gazzy. In order to escape Nudge and Angel and their evil plans to make me go shoe shopping, I told them that I wanted to go to the music store with Iggy and Fang. They shot me weird looks, but once we got away from Nudge and Angel (Gazzy was in the video game store) I told them why I went with them.
"They were going to try to take me shoe shopping," I told them.
"Oh. Ha, we're lucky, we never have to go clothes shopping with those two," said Iggy. I playfully punched his arm, which he playfully rubbed, acting like it hurt.
When we got to the music store, Fang went to look at guitars and Iggy looked at the keyboards. I stood near the counter, watching them, when a guy with a white shirt that said, MUSIC CENTER on it, came over. He had dark blonde hair, hanging a little in his face, blueish green eyes, and was very tall, about 6' 3".
"Hey, can I help you with anything?" he asked.
"No, thanks, I'm just here with those two," I said, pointing toward Iggy and Fang.
"Yeah, I see them here a lot, but not you. I would remember you," he said, smiling.
"I just moved here. Iggys' actually my brother," I told him.
"Oh. What about Fang? Your boyfriend?" he asked.
"No, just a friend," I said, glancing toward the guys.
"Hmm. So what's your name?" he asked.
"Max Ride," I said.
"Dylan Walker," He replied. "So, how would you-" he began, but got inturupted by Iggy.
"Max, come here," said Iggy.
"Sorry, gotta go," I said to Dylan.
"I'll see you around," he replied. I walked over to Iggy, who asked if I wanted to go with them to get something to eat. I agreed and we all walked to the food court. We all got a pizza to share.
"God, I hate Dylan," said Iggy, after chewing a bite of pepperoni pizza.
"Why?" I asked
"He's a douche, and he treats girls really bad," he replied, taking another bite of pizza.
"Oh," I replied.
It was Friday, and I was sitting in me, Fang, and Iggy's old treehouse. It was the same as ever, and I was going through all the old stuff we had hiding in here. Comic books, pictures, markers, paper, books, and old snacks. Iggy told me that no one had been in there much after I moved.
"Hey," said Fang, peeking his head up from into the tree house.
"Hey," I replied.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just looking through all this stuff," I said, showing him all the stuff in our old "secret" box.
"Remember when we used to have sleepovers up here?" asked Fang, looking at an old picture of him, Iggy, and I in our sleeping bags up here.
"Yes, we would go and watch a movie inside, then come up here and sleep," I replied, remembering how we used to do that almost every weekend.
"We should do that again," he said.
"We should," I replied.
"How about tonight?" he asked.
"I think Iggy is at a friends house tonight," I said, remembering him talking about going over to Trevor's house.
"Then you and me can do it," he replied, looking at more pictures.
"Sure," I replied. After that Fang and I walked to Blockbuster and rented three horror movies, then went to the store and got a ton of junk food.
At eight we sat in front of the TV in my room and watched the movies. First we watched Quarantine (a zombie movie, which was hilarious!), then Halloween, and then The Orphan. None of them were that scary, the only scary part was the girls face in The Orphan. Most of it we laughed through. Then we went outside with our sleeping bags and went to sleep. Well, after talking until about three in the morning.
When I woke up in the morning, it was very bright. I turned my head to see Fang watching me.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, sleeping beauty, you're finally awake," he said. Sleeping beauty? Did he really think I was beautiful? I thought.
"What time is it?" I asked groggily.
"About eleven. We better get up before Iggy finds us and decides to murder me," he said.
"Eleven? And why would he murder you?" I asked.
"He's very protective of you," he said, gathering his stuff. I did the same.
"Oh, yeah. Sometimes it seems like he's too protective," I replied.
"He's your big brother, that's how he's supposed to be. And he hasn't seen you in like six years; he really loves you." Said Fang.
"Wow. I think that's the longest you have ever talked," I said laughing. We finished gathering our stuff, then went down the ladder of the treehouse. I made Fang give me a piggy back ride back, because I was still tired.
"Did you two just get up?" asked Iggy, walking outside.
"Yeah," I said, yawning and sliding off Fang's back.
Iggy mumbled something about lazy asses.
"I heard that!" I called, walking to the back door. I said goodbye to Fang as he walked to his house.
"MAX!" I heard Nudge and Angel yell to me. I walked upstairs to Nudge's room, where she and Angel were already dressed.
"We went shopping yesterday and bought some stuff for you," said Angel, walking over to four bags by the closet. She held them out to me, and before I could take them, Nudge grabbed them and shoved me behind her curtain thing. She tossed me a shirt and a pair of jeans. I tried them on, showed Angel and Nudge, and repeated the process about ten more times. Then Angel threw something that wasn't a shirt, dress, or jeans at me.
"You bought me a bikini?" I screeched.
"Yes, because it is summer, and we do have a pool, and you only have one, and it isn't very cute," said Nudge. I couldn't decide whether to go strangle her, try the bikini on and listen to her, or wonder how she seemed to know every piece of clothing I had.
"Just try it on, Max," said Nudge. I did as she said and tried the damn thing on. It was black with a big white skull on one side of the top, and little white skulls on the band on the bottom.
"Is it on?" They asked.
"Yes, evil demons, the damned thing is on," I replied.
"So come out then," said Nudge.
I sighed and came out from behind the curtain. Nudge gasped and Angel clapped her hands.
"Max, you look hot!" said Nudge, laughing and squealing. I sighed, went back behind the curtain, and changed back into my regular clothes.
"Now let's go swimming! Angel, you can go get your brothers and invite them over when you get your swimsuit," said Nudge, shoving me behind the curtain and telling me to change back. I did as she told me (it's those damn bambi eyes!) and stepped out from the curtain, grabbed my clothes, and brought them to my room. I grabbed a towel from the closet and ran into Nudge on my way.
Nudge was already wearing her bathing suit, a light pink one piece with brighter pink butterflies on it, and on the sides there was a cut out oval.
"Don't you think about not going in that pool, missy!" said Nudge, pushing on my bear back.
"Nudge, this is ridiculous. I don't like this thing, I don't care what you say!" I said, trying to get away from her as she pushed me down the stairs, one step at a time. She continued pushing me until we got outside, and then she walked around me and jumped into the pool. I caught Fang's eye and he smiled at me.
Fang's POV:
Max was pushed out of the house by Nudge. She was wearing a black bikini with white skulls on it. I think I nearly started drooling.
A/N: Yeah, so Fang is thinking Max is hot. I don't know how soon I will update again, because on Monday I go back to school from Spring Break. Oh well. I never did get ten reviews, anyway. Hopefully I will after I post this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think of it so far. Thanks!