CHAPTER 4
Wow. Just wow. I have TWENTY FIVE reviews in total now. I love you guys. In the non-creepy way, of course. Now time to announce my favorite song mentioned :D I can't decide if my favorite was Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin (mentioned by JealousMindsThinkAlike) or Unwell by Matchbox 20 (mentioned by independentwriter-137). But, to be honest, they were all great. You all seem to have the same taste as me, especially Readingismylove. All Time Low rocks! For those of you who wished to know, I like all kinds of music (except music from before like, 2005, I hate that), but my favorite bands are All Time Low, Black Veil Brides, Barlowgirl, and Bullet For My Valentine. Oh, and special thanks to Fly On Maximum Taylor Ride for pointing out a little mistake- I accidentally put Iggy in chapter 2 even though he was supposed to go home. Just forget he was ever there! And now for some notes to my reviewers:
To independantwriter-137: I LOVE your stories! It means so much to me that you would take the time to review my story, even if it isn't all that popular yet. Thank you so much for reviewing!
To Fly On Maximum Taylor Ride: That was just how I pictured Fang's hair to be, so I just wanted it that way. Also, thank you for pointing out that I included Iggy in one part of chapter 2. And yes, Fang did have a specific reason for inviting Lissa over- you shall find out why later :)
Disclaimer: Do I look like a rich old guy chillin' in California to you?
Also: As a reward for all the reviews, there'll be a little bit of Fax in this chappie ;)
And so chapter four begins!
"So, who wants me to order a pizza?"
All I got out of that was stares. Oh joy. "Max, what did you just do?" Nudge asked, loudly, I might add.
"Um, I got mad at Dylan and broke up with him?" I stated, although it sounded more like a question.
She sighed. "Whatever, not my problem."
Awkward silence.
"So, does anyone want pizza?" This got a chuckle from Fang, among all people. I can deal with that. "You know what, I'm just going to order a pizza with anchovies all over it. That should be perfect." I knew everyone in the room hated anchovies.
"Nooooo Max, don't do it!" Screamed Nudge, JJ, and Ella at the same time. Creepy.
I smiled smugly. "Well, what do you want then?" I asked. Everybody said that they wanted extra cheese. Good, I won't have to order a bunch of different pizzas for, like, eight different toppings. I grabbed the phone and ordered, then returned to the living room.
"Pizza'll be ready in twenty minutes. What does everyone want to do?"
"Oooh, Max, can we play Twister?"
I laughed. "Sure, JJ. Who else wants to play?" Everyone said they wanted to, even Fang. I went with her to grab the game out of the closet, and together we set it up. Ella decided to sit out and be the person who spins the spinner, claiming she was no good at Twister.
"Max, right foot on green." I put my right foot on green.
"Fang, left foot on green." He put his left foot on green- the same dot I was on, shoving my foot over. He winked at me. WHAT? FANG WINKED AT ME? I think I just died. He is so hot. No, Max, don't think that. He has a girlfriend.
Then why did he wink at you? said my brain.
He was just shoving my foot over, that's all. Just being playful.
Or was he?
Alright, voice in my head. Go away.
I got no reply. Ha. I win!
"Max. Max. MAX!"
"What? Oh, I did it again, didn't I"
Cue eyeroll from Fang. "Yup," he said.
I blushed. "Oops."
The game continued, and so far nobody had fallen over. However, I was hopelessly tangled with Fang, and trying incredibly hard to keep from blushing. As far as I could tell, it was working.
Suddenly, Fang lost his balance and fell. Right on top of me. Nudge, JJ, and Ella giggled in the background. I looked up into his midnight eyes, immediately getting completely lost in them. We must've stay there staring at each other for a pretty long time, since when I finally heard someone saying something the person seemed very impatient.
"MAX!" JJ screamed. Fang immediately jumped off of me and I blushed fiercely, slowly getting up and brushing my shirt off. Oh well, I'd been holding that back pretty much the entire night. It was still only about 7:00, so we still had to the entire night to do whatever we wanted.
"Hey guys, you want to spend the night?"
"Sure," Nudge, JJ, and Ella chirped happily. That never gets any less creepy. Fang just nodded. The girls had come here so many times that we turned one of the spare rooms into their own special guest room. I almost never go in it, since the walls are entirely pink and it's possibly the girliest place I've ever been in my entire life. As you can probably tell (unless you're stupid), I hate everything girly.
We spent the rest of the night doing pretty much whatever we wanted to, goofing off, and talking about everything and nothing. Well, Fang was being the mute being he was, but it was still great just to spend some time with friends. When it got to be around midnight, we decided we would all get to bed.
"Fang, I'll take the couch, and you can sleep in my bed," I said.
"No. I'm going on the couch," he said firmly.
I sighed. "Fang, I'm going on the couch. And that's final," I replied. He seemed to realize that if he wanted to live, he would agree with me. He nodded. I walked into my room with Fang following and grabbed the pillow and comforter. At night, it got incredibly cold. "There's an extra comforter in the closet."
He nodded.
"God, do you ever talk?"
He shrugged. I glared at him and left the room, hopping onto the couch. I snuggled deep into the comforter. It was so cold! Someone probably turned off the heater. It took me forever to get to sleep.
When I woke up, I was warm. Like, so warm. I snuggled closer to the source of heat, not really caring what it was. But whatever it was, it smelled good. Better than my mom's cookies.
However, it wasn't very soft. I finally decided to see what it was, and when I opened my eyes, all I could see was a tan, chiseled chest. My eyes widened. Fang. I was cuddling with Fang. Oh well, he was warm. I decided to stay there.
As soon as I thought this, Fang woke up, rubbing his eyes. They widened considerably when he saw me. "Holy shit," he breathed.
I smiled. "Good morning!"
Now he frowned. "Max, how long have you been in here?"
"I have no idea. I remember going to sleep on the couch, but I don't remember coming in here. Maybe I went sleepwalking or something. You have to admit, it was cold."
He rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever."
Our wonderful conversation was then interrupted by three teenage girls squealing like they had just seen Justin Bieber (I can't stand him- sorry to Bieber fans that's the way I am).
"Awwwww! Max, that's soooooo cute!"
I buried my face in the nearest surface. Which just happened to be Fang's chest. Just my luck. I could feel it vibrating as he silently laughed at me.
I smacked him on the arm. "Stop laughing at me!"
This got laughs out of Nudge, JJ, and Ella too. "But Max, it's just so funny!" Ella said between giggles.
I glared at all of them and stomped out of the room, absorbed in my (rather violent) thoughts. I was sitting on the couch when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I could've sworn I jumped about a foot in the air. I knew it was Fang, I just didn't like being surprised.
"DON'T DO THAT!"
He laughed. I know. Laughed. The world just exploded.
BAM.
No? Okay.
I glared at him for about the third time since he came over. He didn't seem intimidated. I glared harder. He still didn't flinch. "What's wrong with you?" I burst out. "You're supposed to be scared of the death glare!"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm supposed to be scared of that?" He said, gesturing at me since I was still glaring.
"Yes, yes you are. I doubt you could do a better death glare."
"Try me."
"Do your worst."
He did. I'm sure a normal person would've found it quite scary. I, however, am quite far from normal. I wasn't scared in the least. In fact, it was rather funny. I burst out laughing. He glared at me harder.
Between hysterical laughter, I choked out, "Who's-" *laugh* "Laughing-" *laugh* "Now?"
He rolled his eyes, all traces of fake anger gone. "Obviously not me."
I grinned. "You betcha."
He rolled his eyes. He seems to enjoy doing that, doesn't he? "Max, nobody says that anymore."
I pouted. "Maybe I do."
"Maybe you shouldn't."
"Maybe I don't care."
"Maybe you should care."
"Well maybe-" I grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer to me- "I don't."
I looked into his obsidian eyes. They were filled with an emotion I couldn't decipher. I subconsciously leaned in closer, smelling the strong Fang smell I woke up to this morning. My breathing rate began to quicken.
Of course, Nudge, JJ, and Ella picked that moment to burst in and interrupt our little moment. Do they ever separate? My guess is no. Just a hunch.
They gaped at us openly. "Max? Fang? What the hell are you doing?"
We both looked at her, our faces inches apart. I leaned a few inches further from his face. My breathing once again evened out.
"Um… nothing!" Great cover-up, I know. I'm brilliant. JJ and Ella each grabbed one of my arms and dragged me into my room.
"We will be having a discussion on this," said Ella sternly.
"Yes, mother," I muttered.
It was going to be a long morning.
Ta-da! Fourth chapter is now finished! :) Hope you liked it!
PLEASE READ: I have two questions today. First is a story question. Second is a question about music.
First Question: Do you guys think I should include Angel and Gazzy in the story? If you want them in there, I'm sure I can find a way to fit them in.
Second Question: What types of music do you like? Like screamo, alternative, pop, rock, stuff like that. I, personally, like scream, rap, a little bit of rock, and pop.
But that's just me.
Have a nice day! :)