I'm back! And I've brought another chapter. It's too late for Merry Christmas, so Happy New Year! (In a week!)
And without further ado, Chapter 4:
3rd Person POV!
Nudge's conversation with Dylan seemed endless. Finally, she convinced him to at least ask Max out for coffee. What was the worst she could do? Break his arm for asking? End his chances of repopulating the Mackey Clan? (AN: If you catch my drift) Nothing too serious.
"Nudge, I don't get it. Why are you doing this to/for Max? You don't even know her." Ella said, looking in the rearview mirror.
"I care deeply about Fang's happiness. Max makes Fang happy."
"Oh, so calling Fang's once best friend to ask Max out is just part of the perk of making Fang happy?" Iggy turned to stare in Nudge's general direction.
"It just so happened to work out that way. Dylan is a delivery boy for the pizza place down the street, and Max is always ordering from there. Dylan's been admiring her for a while."
"Max never was a great cook," Ella agreed, as Iggy said,
"This is not a good idea."
"Hush up you two. I'm about to call Brigid."
Max's POV
As soon as I got to Mom's house, I was bombarded by three 7 year olds with unlimited amounts of energy.
"Max! We haven't seen you in forever!" Sweet little Angel shouted; her arms wrapped around me.
"What are you doing here?" Austin A.K.A "The Gasman" looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I was so tired, so confused, so overcome with reality that my own eyes welled up with tears, and Ari ran to get mom.
"Angel, run my things up to your room. Please." She nodded ruefully and picked up my not so heavy suitcase.
"Are, are you staying with us?" The Gasman asked as I sat down on the couch.
"Looks like it." I smiled as he curled up into my lap.
"We really missed you, Max."
"I know. I haven't been around much, have I?" He shook his head, and I felt new tears start to form. I actually considered giving up my family to go with Sam. What a mistake that would have been.
"Max?" Mom's voice rang from the kitchen entrance. She had a genuine surprised look on her face, which turned to confusion as she saw my brown eyes that glinted with water.
She barely got out a, "What's wrong?", before I let the dam break; figuratively speaking of course.
Marian Janssen was never good at calming people down, so the best that she could do was sit next to me and rub my back and shoulders until I could produce coherent words. When that time came, I spilled what had happened with Sam, going to the bar. I waited until it was just mom and I to mention sleeping with Fang.
"Fang, you mean Nick? As in Iggy's brother?"
"Yeah…"
"I think Jeb married their mother. I hear they adopted a little foreign girl." Jeb; the creep who left mom alone to take care of the triplets he helped create. I was so glad that he wasn't my father; may my actual father rest in peace.
"Mudge, Fudge… what was her name?" Mom was deep in thought.
"Nudge, mom. Her name is Nudge."
"Oh! I knew I was close." She smiled and the phone rang.
Mom got up to get it, and I placed my feet on the coffee table.
"She's right here." I heard mom say, followed by, "Max, feet off the coffee table. Oh, and phone call for you. A Dylan Mackey?" It was more of a question than a statement.
I scowled and got up.
"Max Ride speaking."
"Hey, it's Dylan Mackey. I delivered pizza to your house, on occasions." He stuttered, and I quickly wondered what he could possibly want.
"Ok…"
"I've, um, liked you for a while. I was wondering if, you'd maybe like to, grab some, um, some coffee, sometime." He tripped over his words, and I could picture him sweating over the other end of the phone.
I was about to decline the offer, but bit my tongue. One coffee date couldn't hurt. It's not like we were going to a bar. I mean, we all know how disastrous that was. See, now look at me. My brain is wired to automatically think of either Sam or Fang.
"Ok, yeah. Tomorrow night, 6 o'clock. Coffee. With you. I'm going to go now." I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I said goodbye. I sounded like I didn't have a clue what I was doing. But quite frankly, I'm not sure if I did.
More 3rd Person POV!
As Ella pulled into the driveway, Nudge shouted thoughtlessly,
"Yes! My work is done! Brigid is going to call Fang; Dylan is going to call Max. It's going to be complete chaos!" She got out of the car and did a little dance.
Ella whispered to Iggy, "Sometimes I wonder about her."
"Don't we all?" He replied and opened his car door.
Fang's POV
I felt so drained after they left. Who knew life could be so hard? Then again, who knew that Max could… stop. I cannot rot my brain thinking about Max. We were drunk, we had sex, and we went our separate ways. But why was it that I couldn't cover the memory of Max with a memory of Lissa? Every time I tried to recall her, Max would come up again. She was like a never ending dream, nightmare. Whatever. I just needed something to take my mind off the two of them.
Like magic, my phone rang at that moment. I picked it up tentatively, afraid of whom it might be.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Fang. It's Brigid Dwyer. Do you have a minute to talk?"
"Yes."
"Well, for starters, I'm a friend of Nudge's."
"Ok…"
"Well, Nudge was telling me about you, and I was wondering if you would like to go out for some dinner tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?" Find someone new to take your mind off of Max and Lissa.
"Sounds great."
"Cool. 6:15 at someplace casual? I have to go right from work so…"
"Like fast food? Like, McDonalds?" I almost slapped myself. She would never agree to going to,
"It's set. I'll see you tomorrow at 6:15."
As we hung up, I smiled to myself. Finally someone to take my mind off of Lissa and Max. Finally.
Whew. That was a lot of typing. But there you go. Chapter 4.
I'm tired, so I bid you ado for now,
~Faxisthegreatest123~
