Chapter 3

Fang's POV

I was sitting in my living room talking to Iggy. Everyone else was here except Max. She was doing God knows what next door. We all heard a thumpand Max screamed 'OW!'. It was actually funny.

"- Also, Max said she liked someone here." My head snapped to Iggy. I was totally zoning out there for a minute.

"Who?"

Then, of course, Nudge turned her attention away from the news cast on TV and an excited look flew across her face.

"I got it out of her last night. Some boy that just moved here, I guess. She was all blushing! It was so cute. She looked like a red cherry when I made her tell me everything. She said he's sweet, charming, and-"

"STOP, STOP! MY EARS, NUDGE!" Iggy dramatically screamed right in my ear.

'Good lord Ig, thank you for the ear bleed," I said, holding my hands over my ears.

"Well, she was making my ears bleed!" I just rolled my eyes.

Mostly after that we just watched the news report. Well, everyone else did. I was too caught up in Max.

Wait- why did I care? Do I like her? No, I don't like her. There's no was I like her. We've been best friends for fifteen years! And even if I did like her, she wouldn't even like me. But what if she did? Why am I thinking like this? What's wrong with me? I don't like her, and she doesn't like me. That's that, right?

Iggy clapped his hands in front of my face. "Have a Nudge channel stuck inside your head?"

"You could say that," I muttered.

Max's POV

I am freaking out. I am completely freaking out. I'm freaking out so much that I started pacing around my room and knocked my bookshelf onto my foot. Smooth, Max.

Nudge told me last night that Fang likes someone. I mean, why did I care? I didn't, obviously.

Okay, so he likes someone. Big freaking deal. Why should I care?

I don't! I mentally slapped myself upside the head.

He was like my brother. I mean- we've been best friends for, what, fifteen, almost sixteen years!? He's like a brother to me, in some ways. In some ways, yeah. Just a brother. That's it. I don't like him. Why would I like him? How would anybody ever find out I like him? He wouldn't, right? And how would he be able to find out?

Because you told Nudge.

Well, shit.

I didn't tell her the name of the guy I like. I just told her he's new! She can't possibly know, right? It doesn't matter. Does. Not. Matter.

He is a brother. A. Brother.

Good God, get a grip, Max!

Iggy is a brother. Fang is more than that.

"Screw you, mind!" I whisper yelled at myself.

"Don't screw your own mind Max. That's just wrong." I jumped and turned to see Iggy standing at my door, eyebrows raised.

"Iggy, you scared me. I think I died a little," I said, taking deep breaths to slow down my heart.

"So, I hear you like someone!" Iggy said, poking my ribs and wiggling his eyebrows. I just laughed, poking him back. Then stopped dead in my tracks.

"Who told you?"

He rubbed his chin, trying to look like he was thinking.

"Ah, I remember now! That famous channel on the Telly. What is it again? The Nudge channel? Yes, yes, that sounds right," Iggy says, with a very bad British accent.

I rolled my eyes. "What did she tell you?"

"She said you like some new fella in the town. Is he rich, I might add?"

I rolled my eyes again, and he imitated my look. Then he turned around to exit my room, but before he did, he turned back and pretended to take an invisible top-hat off and throw it at me. Then he left.

************Line Break************

School started soon. And trust me, I could totally wait.

I was sitting in my room with Fang. He was messing with my beanbag chair while I was lying on my stomach on my bed, looking through the High school website on my laptop.

"Why do beanbags have beans in them?"

I looked up. "Well, it is called a beanbag. You must think, Fang."

He rolled his eyes and proceeded to unzip the beanbag, letting a quarter of the beans fall out onto the floor.

"Really, Fang? Do you enjoy annoying me?"

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes as he stood up, grabbed the beanbag, and dumped all of the beans onto me, my laptop, and my bed.

"This calls for payback, Fang." I shut my laptop and put it on the floor before grabbing Fang's hand and pulling him down onto my bed with all of the beans. Then I jumped up and grabbed a pillow as a defense magnesium.

He grabbed one of my flower pillows and started attacking me with it. I was laughing like crazy as I fell down onto my wood floor, still be pelted with beans and a pillow. Fang crouched down so he could see my face.

"Your bad at payback, you know," he said, smiling. And not his cute little half-smile, either. A full-blown out dazzling smile. I didn't just say that. You heard nothing.

I pushed him down and pinned him so I was on top of him. He struggled, but stopped after I started hitting him in the face with the pillow. Somehow, he managed to grab it from me and started hitting me in the face. We were both laughing like maniacs and I finally pinned him down again.

I starred into his deep, dark eyes, and he starred back up. He started to lift his head towards mine as Iggy walked into the room. Fang dropped his head, and I just starred with a shocked look on my face, eyes wide.

"Whoa, am I interrupting?"

"Shut up, Iggy," Fang and I both said together.

I got off of Fang and sat on my bean-infested bed.

Iggy raised his eyebrows and looked around the room.

"Man, it looks like you guys massacred chickens in here. What's with all the feathers?"

"Pillow beanbag fight," I said simply and causally as possible even though my heart was racing. Iggy gave me another look before walking out.

Okay, now I was freaking out.

There was a long silence before Fang finally broke it.

"I gotta go, Nudge wants me to watch some movie with her," he muttered. I know he's lying. Two things tell me he is lying straight to my face.

Nudge told me she went to the mall with a group of her friends.

Fang never looks at me when he's lying.

"Okay, see you later, Fang."

"Bye Max," he whispered. Then he was gone.

Holy sh-

We almost kissed. Me and Fang. Almost. Kissed.

He knows...

Oh God, he knows.

I'm going to kill Nudge with my bare hands. I'm going to kill her.

Wait, wait wait wait wait wait.

Does he like me?

He must if he almost kissed me, right? Right? I was hyperventilating. What is he does like me? He could like me, if he wanted to kiss me. Good lord, I'm so screwed. This could ruin our whole friendship. I don't want that! I want to just be best friends. That's it. But what if he wants to be more than friends?

I look at my clock. Five thirty.

I'm so taking a nap.

A/N: I know this chapter wasn't really that long, either. But don't worry, citizens! The chapters will start to be longer once I get in the habit of writing daily. I try my best to fir each character traits. But, if you think I should change something, then please tell me. I need all the criticism I can get! :P Do I look like JP to any of you? Don't answer that. But I can tell you, I do NOT! I don't own MR, because I could never create such amazing books! :P* R&R! - MaximumRideFanFiction