Dylan has no guilt -shakes head-
Disclaimer: Everythin is J.P.'s except the plot that you don't recognise and the outrageous ideas that make you look at me funny...
Chapter 2
DPOV
I wonder if Max and Fang got in a fight, they've been a bit distant with each other, well Max has anyway.
Hmm, well maybe I should go talk to her and see whats up, it can only help my cause.
My mind turns to the subject of much of my frustration at the moment. My 'cause', it's not goin so great, I haven't found the right approach yet, and I'm not even sure Fang is gay and therefor don't know how he'd react if I went up to him and smooched him on the lips. Ick, I shudder at the thought.
I start walkin mindlessly, when I bump into Max. Well more like she barreled into me, not that I'm complainin! "Oh, I'm sorry Dylan!" she had a real cute blush I must say. "Not a problem," I said puttin on my most charmin of smiles "what ya in a hurry for anyway, Fang chasin you ?"
What I say! She just starts ballin all over the place. What do I do? We might belong together, but I don't do hysterical sobbin girl, nope not this guy. Que mental sigh, I can't just leave her like this, so I man up and step forward to take her in my arms. She tenses a moment in what I shall assume is surprise, but then leans into my embrace.
Team Dylan has scored! Eh... that sounds a bit retarded, perhaps D team? I'll have to come up with a better name. I'm startled out of my thoughts by a particularly loud sob.
I stand there a sec, tryin to figure out what to do, lookin around for help, I spot a picture of the human brain. Struck with inspiration I start rubbin her back in small cicles, and whisperin soothin words.
I'd read a book once in Dr. Evils tent about human psychology and how torture effects the brain. Yes I was that bored. Anyways it talked a lot on how to comfort people afterwords, load of crack if ya ask me ( I think it was written by the mentally retarded, but hey seemed to be workin so far.)
She eventually calms down, and takes a small step away from me. Well I'm havin none of that, so I loosen my arms and look at her down-turned head and that just ain't acceptable. And so my hand found itself under her chin, and pullin it up gently.
She looked up at me with shame and embarrassment in her beautiful eyes. I don't say a thing, cause I know, that I prolly wouldn't get an answer anyways. I give a warm smile and a light hug before lettin her go.
With a sigh that I can't withhold, I turn to leave. "Thanks" I barley hear it, but it made that whole terrible experience worth it. WooHoo 'nother point for D team! Hmm, still sounds retarded...
~Morning after~
DPOV
I had a nightmare of Fang in a thong, 'que shudders' scarred for life! My subconscious is one twisted SOB now I think I will always and forever call him 'Tooth', if only in my mind. I swear if anyone says that word or calls him that, I won't be able to stop myself from laughing.
Or barfing for that matter.
I feel slightly mentally retarded at the moment... not sure why. Prolly the dre-nightmare I had.
Not good for peoples like me.
-End Chapter 2-
A/N: lol, WTF moment man... what was I on? Hahaha, nothin cept high on sugar and low on sleep! Still kinda am ;)
My plotline is making me nervous... I can feel the murderous intent. Givin me the creeps man!
OH YEAH! Did I warn you about the character death? Not in this chapie so... enjoy while you can. Thanks SomethingAboutDarkAngels for reviewing. I don't do long chapies though ;p unless I leave my other writing alone and devote myself 100%. which I know I won't.