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"Oh, you're funny, Max," Fang says sarcastically after I finish a lame joke. I snicker as Fang rolls his eyes, then checks his phone. "Oh hi there . . . a text from our resident pyromaniac, Iggy." I hold back a laugh at Fang's talkative-ness. We'd just gotten to his house and finished off a plate of — store-bought — chocolate chip cookies. Yum! But honestly, my mom makes better. Anyway, this is Fang's version of sugar-high.
"What does it say?" I lean to peer over Fang's shoulder and he tilts the phone so I can see. (By the way, his phone's black, as expected. Well, please tell me you saw that coming...) Iggy's text reads: hey guys, sorry i wasnt at school today. i have a fever but yall can work on the project w/o me. not that youd hesitate to ;)
What is that supposed to mean? … Nevermind, forget I asked. I'm not sure I want to know, seeing this is Iggy we're talking about.
Fang and I walk upstairs into his room, and the first place I go, is his bed. (No, not like that, you perverts). He chuckles and takes out the 'Poem Brainstorming List'. Yup, definitely sugar-high.
"Can we do something science fiction?" I ask, my voice muffled by his fluffy pillow. Of course, he understands me because he knows me just that well.
"Um, yeah, sure, it's better than bombs like Iggy would say, anyway." I smile. "What do you want to do?"
"Uhh." I think for a while. What would be something that would be easy to write a poem about? Poem… poetic… graceful… wings… MY DREAM! "That's it!" I yell, bolting upright from the bed, ungracefully toppling off it. Fang blinks at me, clearly thinking that I've gone insane.
"We're-gonna-do-a-buncha-kids-that-have-avian-DNA-in-them-so-they-have-wings!" I shout, face planted in his equally fuzzy carpet. What's with Fang and his fuzziness? Hmm… Maybe he has a fuzzy stuffed animal too! …Okay, maybe I'm a bit sugar-high as well.
He blinks again. I open my mouth to repeat myself, but he interrupts, saying, "That's a good idea, Max…" How in the world did he understand me? "But have you been spending a little too much time around Nudge?" Oh, yeah, him being Nudge's brother must mean that he's had a lot of practice with fast talking. I find the two of them being siblings extremely ironic, by the way.
"Blame the cookies," I mutter, pulling myself up off the ground.
Fang snickers. "Okay, bad cookies. Anyway…like I said, that's a good idea, but we're going to need a story plot, yes?" I frown, obviously not having thought of that.
"Oh well. We can think of that later." I bounce over to him and snatch the pen out of his hand — and a tingle that jolts through my arm at his touch surprises me. He tilts his head slightly, puzzled, at the look on my face. What was that? Eh, whatever. I grin back and write Avian/human hybrids on the paper.
"Good, now we can—oh, sorry." My phone has started blasting Speak Now by Taylor Swift, which is an amazing song by the way.
"I am not the type of girl…who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion. But you are not the type of boy…"
"Hello?"
"Hey, Max, it's Ella." I frown slightly at her voice. Even through the phone, I can tell something's wrong. Maybe it's the same thing that's been bothering her since last night; hopefully it's nothing too serious. But why is she calling me?
"Hey Ells, wassup?"
"Where are you?"
"At Fang's house…?" Oh, wait. "CRAP I FORGOT TO TELL MOM."
Ella lets out a sigh of relief from the other end of the phone. Oh, so that's what was bothering her. "Okay, good, Mom was freaking out…that's not the only reason I called you though." I blink.
"Go on."
"Uh, so I got a text from Iggy telling me he's sick, that's why he didn't come to school today…"
"Yeah Fang told me," I reply, wondering where this was going.
"I'm sorry I was so bitter today." She sounds…really happy, and really relieved. What the heck? I get that she's relieved because I'm safe, but why would she be so happy that Iggy's sick?
"Oh it's fine, hun. We all have our days," I soothe none-the-less.
"No, that's not…" She trails off and I can hear Mom yelling in the background.
"TELL MAX TO GET OVER HERE THIS MINUTE!" Oh, crap.
"Guess you'd better go." Ella sounds downcast, and I wonder what made her mood change so fast.
"'Kay. Bye Ells," I say, snapping my phone closed. "So, Fang, my mom's really mad and she wants me to go now… so uh. Bye, I guess."
"Bye, Max." I look at him, realizing that I don't want to leave. And it's not because he's my best friend.
I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden, I'm in Fang's arms. My face is pressed up against his shirt, and for some reason my first thought is, He smells good. Like, really good. Then I realized . . . Oh. My. Gosh. I'm hugging Fang.
Fang.
I was gonna have a chapter break here, but since I wrote the next part anyways I decided to be nice and include it. xD
Fang POV
I'm not really sure what happened. All of a sudden Max throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. My face is in her hair, and I notice how soft it is, even though I'm completely taken by surprise. Wait, surprise doesn't even cover it. I'm . . . shocked.
Maybe that's why I don't respond. Apparently registering what she's done and my stiffness, Max pulls back and I can see a blush forming on her cheeks. "Fang! I-I didn't — I mean —!"
Wait. No! My arms wrap around her, holding her close and forbidding her to pull away. Max's eyes widen and I can see that she's lost for words. "Don't move," I whisper. The feeling of Max in my arms, the scent of her hair, the warmness of her body pressed against mine . . . dang, I could get used to this.
Slowly I tilt my head to look down at Max. She's still wide-eyed. Her cheeks are flushed red. My hand gently cups her face and I lean forward, pulling her close . . .
"Fang." She pushes me away; I blink, startled. Was I just about to kiss Max? My best friend? And are those tears in her eyes? "Fang, I'm sorry — I can't. I just can't." I'm standing there, feeling cold without her warmth, completely unsure about what's just happened and what's happening now. A single tear slides down her cheek. Why is she crying?
Without another word, Max turns and runs. Guess all those sprints in gym paid off. I don't make a move to stop her, even though my best friend is running away. Running away from me. Because I tried to kiss her.
Those darn cookies.
Max POV
I'm running, away from Fang's house, away from Fang, down the street. I don't even know where I'm going; I just keep running. I keep my feet moving. I don't stop, because I know if I do, I'll have to face what's just happened. So I keep going.
My phone rings again. I don't answer and continue to run as another tear slips down my cheek. "This is surely not what you thought it would be…" Ha, yeah, no kidding.
Eventually I wind up at some park. There's no one here; the wind blows some dead leaves around and I collapse on a bench. I'm sobbing, and I don't even know why. My brain hasn't registered what's happened. "I lose myself in a daydream…" Me, hugging Fang . . . Fang, cupping my cheek, pulling me closer . . . he's my best friend. But I know that's not why I'm feeling like this right now.
I've promised not to, not after what I've been through. Yet somehow . . . I liked it. The feeling of safety, in his arms. No, I loved it.
And… I think I love Fang.
Yes, yes, Max will grow to accept it eventually. You'll just have to wait. ;) By the way, I totally didn't mean to add the lyrics in. I was just listening to Speak Now and felt like adding in some lyrics. xD Review please! Even if this was a little short, it had a lot of stuff happening in it.