(Hey guys! This chapter is REALLY short and awkward. I will try to have chapter 3 up by tomorrow. Also this entire chapter was written by my awesome editor and friend, so if you like it, PM her, her username is thinkpink6399. That is all. Enjoy!)
Max pov
When we finally got home from the Walkers I was a little embarrassed from earlier but satisfied because I had kicked Fang's butt in Call of Duty, which had wiped the adorably irritating smirk right off of his face. Satisfied I turned on my music and started dancing around my room to We Are Young by Fun. A quick glance at my clock revealed it was 9:12, definitely time for me to get in the shower. I turned my music up really loud so I could hear it over the water and hopped in. The next song that came on was Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson. I stared singing along and it went a little something like this:
"Hey I just met Fang and this is crazy, but here's my number so call me maybe." I know, I know a little pathetic but hey, who can blame me?
Just then I heard a sort of snicker then a crashing noise coming from my balcony. Quickly I threw on my blue, fluffy bathrobe and walked outside to investigate. There was no one out there. I figured I was just getting a little paranoid (I mean bird-kid with wings that is hiding from the rest of the world, no reason for paranoia, none at all) so I walked back inside and figured it was just a raccoon or a squirrel or whatever else lives here in lovely Georgia.
Fang pov
I was hanging out in my room wondering if what I thought Max had meant by her little outburst was actually what was going through her head when I got distracted by the song We Are Young blaring from next door. I flew (yes flew, I have wings or did you forget already?) over and landed on Max's balcony, which is where the noise sounded like it was coming from. As soon as I landed the song changed to Call Me Maybe, I was about to fly away when I heard the funniest thing I have heard in a while. Max started singing. Don't get me wrong; she actually has an amazing voice. Maybe we should ask her to join our band. Anyway, she changed the word you to Fang so it sounded like this:
"Hey I just met Fang and this is crazy, but here's my number so call me maybe."
I tried to contain my laughter but it was really hard. A little snicker escaped and while I was trying to get myself to calm down, I tripped over a metal chair she put out there (smooth huh? I should be a ninja!). I then heard footsteps, so I stood the chair back up and was really still so I would turn invisible (yes I said invisible, I'm a kid with wings, does this stuff still surprise you?), she walked outside with wet hair wearing nothing but a fluffy blue bathrobe. She stood there for a few seconds then walked back inside. Seconds later I flew away.
Back at my house I realized that I had just about gotten conformation for what I was wondering about earlier. I also realized that a girl had kicked my butt in Call of Duty, which is not acceptable, I was getting soft. Even if it was a really hot girl, all the more reason to invite her over for a rematch. Not yet though, I don't want her to know that I know that she likes me. This is going to be very fun.
(Ooooooh, cliffy. Again I'll try to get the next chapter posted tomorrow. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW PLEASE! Thank you.)