Life with Max and Fang
Chapter 3
I heard someone talking. It wasn't Fang. I was going to panic and open my eyes but then the smell of pizza hit my nose. The pizza guy must be here. The front door shut and I heard Fang's nearly silent footsteps, coming closer and closer to the couch. I heard him set something on the coffee table. (We could not afford a kitchen table nor did we really have a place for one. We just ate all our meals in here.) I then felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Yo Max. Get up!" He yelled in my ear.
"I'm up, god." I shrugged him off.
"I didn't mean that kind of up. I meant you are laying across the whole couch. I sort of need to sit down idiot. "
"Wow, I never noticed how nice you were to me." I mumbled. "You give Romeo a run for his money."
Fang said nothing as I stood up and he sat down. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for me and Fang a soda. I walked back into the living room, tossed Fang his soda, grabbed my pizza box of the coffee table, and sat down in the chair next to the couch. See that was one of the really cool things in the apartment. We got it from Mom. She was getting new furniture around the time that we were moving in. It was one of those cushiony, fluffy, ones. We also got the couch, coffee table, and Fang's beloved TV from her.
Ten minutes later, I had finished all of mine and Fang still had two slices left. I looked over at him with pleading eyes.
"No Max." He said.
"But I'm still hungry." I complained.
"Go make a sandwich." He said. "Besides, I've got pepperoni. You like sausage."
"What, I can't like two kinds of pizza toppings?" I asked in a duh tone.
"Why should I share with you anyways?" He eyed me carefully.
"Because," I drew the word out while standing and walking over to the couch. I sat next to him and nuzzled his neck. "I could give you something in return."
"Gee, I thought that was illegal." He whispered in my ear, taking a bit out of one of the pieces. I reached my hand in and grabbed the other and he made no notion to stop me.
I shrugged, taking a bite. "Depends on how you look at it."
We finished the two pieces in silence. Fang turned off the TV and looked at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"I gave you the pizza." He said. "You owe me now."
"True." I said. "But I never specified when I would pay you back."
"Max." He warned.
"Fine." I said, standing. I started walking toward our bedroom. "Coming?"
He grabbed his coke, drank it (More like chugged it), turned off the TV, and ran to me, picked me up and threw me on the bed.
"Ow." I said.
"Wimp." He said, pulling his shirt off.
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
"Fang, your cell." I said. I looked over from my side of the bed to see him face down, still sleeping, unfazed by the song.
"Answer it." He mumbled. "It's on the dresser."
I moaned, getting up. Why would I be the one to get it? Because I hate his ring tone.
"Hello?" I said sleepily.
"Max?"
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"Jeff, that guy who works with Fang. You remember me?" He asked.
"Um, sure. What do you want?" God, could he just get to the point?
"Well, can you tell Fang that I need him to come in today?" Jeff asked. "In like an hour?"
"I thought he was off today?" I looked over at Fang and it didn't look like he planned to get up and go to work today.
"He is but I need someone to cover for me." He said. "Look, is Fang there? Can I talk to him?"
I sighed and handed Fang the phone. At first, he tried to hand it back to me but I just walked away and crawled back on the bed.
"What?" Fang sounded upset. Poor Jeff.
It was quite for a second. "Why should I cover for you? You never do me!"
Another pause. "What about the time I told you I had to go to a kid's play?"
It took me a second to realize he was talking about the time he had to work on a day when Angel had a play thingy. He asked Jeff if he would take his shift but he said no.
"Fuck that, I'm not covering for you. Go to hell." Fang hung up.
I crawled over to him and laid my head on his chest. "Fang, you should have gone."
"What? Why?"
"Because… You know. You should be nice and kind to your-"
"Shut up." He interrupted. "You know you just want to be home alone."
"Okay, so that might be part of it." I said, tracing the scars on his chest with my finger.
"Part of it?" Fang whispered, reclosing his eyes. "Try all of it."
"Well, you got to be home alone the other day." I whined. "It's only fair that I get a day by myself."
"You want me to call him back?" I could hear the irritation in Fang's voice.
"No Fang. I was joking."
Fang worked at a gas station. There was him and that guy Jeff that worked there. The guy who owned it was an old man and he let Fang and Jeff work out their schedules. They tried to split the days evenly, one guy works three days in a row, he gets off three. Like that. I truly don't get it but Fang says that it's fair. Whatever.
Fang closed his eyes and wrapped his wings around us. "Go back to sleep Max."
"Oh, so you wake me up yesterday and expect me to get up but it's different when I want to be the one up."
"Of course." Fang mumbled. He kissed the top of my head gently. "I'm tired Max."
"Fine." I said. I forced my way out of his wings and stood up. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Whatever." He said, falling back asleep before I even left the room. That's so not fair!
I walked out of the bathroom to find that Fang still hadn't gotten up. Man, has he gotten lazy over the years.
"Fang." I called, walking into our room.
"What?"
"I'm hungry." I said.
"So?"
"You really want me to burn the building down?" That's one way to get what you want!
"I'm up, I'm up." He said standing.
"You need to put clothes on." I said, leaning against the wall. I watched as he went to the closet.
"Max, where's my-" He started but then stopped and looked at me. "You knew I was going to wear that."
"I knew nothing." I said. I was wearing some shirt that he liked to wear. He had even gone and washed it. "I just wanted to wear it."
"Cross dresser." Fang said.
"Hmm, surprisingly, I don't care." I said walking away.
"Give me my shirt Max." Fang commanded.
"No." I walked over to the couch and lay down. "Go make me breakfast."
"Stupid bitch." He mumbled as he walked to the kitchen.
"What'd you way honey?"
"That you are so beautiful." He said sarcastically.
"Thought so."
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Don't care."
"Fine. You're getting Frosted Flakes." He said, grabbing the cereal box of the fridge.
"I could have made that." I complained.
"Then come do it."
"Fang." I complained.
"I'm eating cereal." He said, grabbing two bowls. "I can either make you some or you can make your own."
"Fine." I gave in. "But can I have Lucky Charms?"
"Do we have any?" He asked.
"Yeah, when Angel and Nudge spent that weekend over here, that's all I made them." I said, smiling.
"You're evil."
"I know."
"I don't see any." He said.
"I put it in an empty Cheerios box so you wouldn't know."
"Jerk" He said, grabbing the box. He pored the cereal in and then the milk.
He walked over and handed me my bowl. "What are we going to do today?"
"Nothing, I guess." I said. "It's Sunday, what'd you want to do? Go to church?"
"Hell no." He made a disgusted face that I laughed at.
"Be nice. The kids have to go every Sunday." I reminded him.
"Remember when we had to?" He asked. "When we still lived with your mom?"
"Yeah until we our 'jobs' had us working on Sundays." We both laughed.
"And we'd have her drop us off at work but then go to the movies."
"We were such jerks." I commented, trying to control my laughter.
"Were?" Fang asked.
"We'll you still are one." I said. "But I grew out of it."
"I thought it was your jean size that you grew out of?" Fang received a punch in the arm for that one.
"I said I went down a size you idiot." I said.
"It doesn't look like it." This time he caught my fist when I tried to punch him. I kicked him instead.
I sighed and leaned back, chewing on a marshmallow.
"Max?" Fang asked.
'What?"
"You know how childish you're cereal is? I mean, how is a heart luck?"
"Fang there's a reason you're hot.' I said, ignoring his question. "It's because you're a dumbass."
"I'm for real, it makes no sense." Fang persisted.
I sighed and turned the TV on. I turned it to that news station that Fang likes. The one with that girl he has a crush on.
"Watch your girlfriend and shut up." I said.
Fang shrugged his shoulders and watched.
"You bastard." I mumbled, smiling slightly.
"Max?" I heard Nudge's voice as I answered. Fang and I had been watching TV. Well, fighting over the TV really, when my cell rang.
"Hey Nudge. Need something?" I asked.
"Well, when we got home from church, Angel told Dr. Martinez that I was failing." Nudge explained.
I sighed. "I'll talk to her about it."
"It's not only that. I sort of panicked and…." She trailed off in a quite voice.
"What was that last part/ I couldn't hear you."
"I said I sort of panic and ratted you out too. She's mad that you tried to hide it from her."
"Nudge!" I yelled at her. "I was helping you and this is how you repay me?"
"I'm sooooooooooooo sorry Max. I really am. I called to tell you not to come over for a while." Nudge said.
"She's that mad?"
"Well, that and the fact that you bought us all that stuff yesterday." Nudge said.
"What? All I bought you guys was clothes." I defended myself.
"Yeah but she told us that we weren't allowed to get new stuff. We forgot to tell you. Oops."
"I'm in trouble for you two?"
"You could say that."
"I am going to say that because it's true!" I took a deep breath. "Good bye Nudge."
"What's wrong?" Fang asked as I lay back down on top of him.
"Nudge was failing three classes so I signed this stupid progress repot so that Mom didn't find out. Well, Angel ratted and now I'm in trouble. So Mom decided its to just go off on Max day and is pissed because I bought the girls stuff. "
"Shh." Fang kissed the top of my head. "She's probably just mad about something else and is bitching on you. She can't be that mad can she?"
"I don't know I only talked to Nudge. But I'm gonna get Angel. I told her to keep her mouth shut." I said.
"She was probably just trying to get nudge in trouble." Fang said.
"Yeah, she's been doing that the past couple of days." I mumbled into Fang's chest.
"So, wanna watch the baseball game or CSI/" Fang asked.
"Which CSI?" I asked.
"Does it matter?" Fang asked.
"Yeah, they all have different characters." I told him.
"Miami." He said. "But I was hoping you would say baseball."
"Why can't we watch Law and Order?"
"Because I have the remote." Fang said. "Since you did answer, I assume you want to watch baseball."
"Jerk." I said. I closed my eyes. "Wanna go to the park?"
"No." Fang said.
"Please, we could walk around and-"
"Max shut up. I want to watch this."
"Fine, let's stay here and be bored to death."
"That's great. I hope you go to hell so I can fuck the girl angel's in peace." Fang said.
"Shut up." I said, slapping his chest. "You know I could always call Jeff and tell him all the stuff you said last night."
"What's I say?"
"Oh god Max. Oh I love you. Oh ahh. Oh god. Maxie please? Please? I'll do anything. You're my angel. I love you so much. Oh oh-" Fang clamped him hand over my mouth.
"Shut up!" He said. "Here, watch you damn Law and Order."
"Thank you." I smiled at him, taking the remote.
"You're such an evil girl." Fang said. "What I say when were having sex is between us."
"You should have said that before. I mean, I've been telling Jenny, that lady I work with, all the stuff you say." I smiled as he tensed.
"Liar."
"Fine let's call her." I pulled my cell out of my pocket. "What should I ask her?"
"Nothing." Fang said, taking my cell from me, "You'll get this back when you learn to use it properly."
"Fine, I'll talk to her at work tomorrow and tell her how insecure you are about our sex life." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Okay, we can go to the park." Fang said.
"I was playing Fang." I smiled at him. "About most of it anyways…"
Fang sighed. "Max I hate you."
"I love you too babe." I kissed him on the check.
"Then can I have the remote back?"
"Hell no." I said.
"You're not even paying attention!' Fang argued.
"I know but it's annoying the hell out of you that I have the remote though."
We were silent for a while as we watched TV, alternating between channels. After about an hour Fang asked, "You think your mom's really mad?"
"I don't know. Why do you care?"
"Because I love you and-" I cut him off.
"Fang she won't take the TV back."
"Oh then, I could care less. In fact I hope she yells at you." He stuck his tongue out at me.
"That was the best you could come up with? You're losing it." I said, shaking my head slightly. "Besides, if she yells at me, I'll be mad and come home and yell at you. You know what? Just because you stuck your tongue out at me, I'll even make you sleep on the couch."
"I'd like to see that." Fang mocked.
"Babe, you won't see it, you'll be living it."
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