"Oh, my God, Max, you have to come to the mall with me! Sam's party is in just two days and we need to get you an outfit to wear. Since you're new, you probably don't know about him, but he has the most epic parties ever. It's sort of dressy, though, so we have to get you either a dress or a skirt. And I can't wait to find an outfit for me! OMG you and Fang should totally go together! You are sooo cute, especially when you guys were sleeping, and it's sooo sweet of him to save you from Dylan-" I cut Nudge off by slapping a hand over her mouth. She gave me those damn bambi eyes (you can't resist them!) and then we were off to the mall.
When we got out of our mother's Jeep Liberty, Nudge pushed me into the mall and I didn't even have time to see the name of the store. I was forced into a dressing room while Nudge threw tons of dresses, tops, and skirts over the door for me to try on. Then when she saw all of the clothes I tried on, she went into her own dressing room and modeled all of her own clothes for me. Then there was one dress (which was short enough to look like a shirt, at least on her) that she had me try on. I put it on and modeled it for Nudge. It was grey and white striped, with black flowers across part of the chest, and a black belt that went around my hips. It went about mid thigh, maybe an inch or two higher. I had to admit it looked pretty good on me. Nudge squealed, insisted we buy it, then made me try on knee high boots with it, too. It looked good together, but I hated the boots.
"You have to admit, it looks good," Nudge said.
"Nudge, I look like I belong on a street corner!" I screeched, making a few people turn their heads. A guy looked over and winked at me. I shot him the bird.
After I changed into my street clothes, we went to a couple more stores to find Nudge's outfit. I sneakily bought a pair of black Converse that I planned to wear with the dress, but Nudge found them. So then I bought a pair of black strappy wedges that I was going to wear with the dress instead of the hooker boots.
Nudge finally settled on a strapless dress with a white top with a black belt under the bust, and blue, pink, and yellow stripes on the bottom. After finding her shoes (white wedges) we went home.
After being kidnapped by Nudge, who did my make up and straightened my hair, we were off to Sam's house. Nudge was going with friends, and Iggy had a date, so Fang and I were riding together.
"You have the shoes?" I asked, throwing myself into the passenger seat of Fang's black Audi R8.
"Yeah, they're in the back. Nice to see you too, by the way," he said, raising an eyebrow at my outfit.
"Nudge forced me," I explained, unzipping the hooker boots and throwing them in the back. I turned around and grabbed the wedges while Fang backed out of my driveway. I turned back around and slipped them on.
"Can you believe Nudge confiscated all of my Converse?" I asked, buckling up. Fang chuckled, and I turned toward him and noticed his outfit.
"Oh, my God, you're dressed up," I said, smirking at his black button up shirt, jeans, and Converse.
"Shut up," he said. It almost looked like he was blushing, but I must have been imagining it.
"I'm kidding, Fang. You look good," I said, feeling slightly bad. This caused him to blush more.
"You do too," he mumbled.
"So where does Sam live?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Right near the lake on the lake. There's usually music and a bon fire, and some people go swimming." He explained.
We pulled up to a giant house and Fang shut off the engine and got out. Before I could open the door, he was there, opening my door for me. I blushed and got out.
"Holy crap, he has a big house!" I said, as I looked up at the mansion in front of me. It was white with maybe three stories, a long winding driveway, and a perfectly manicured lawn.
Fang led me to the back, where the rest of the party was. A lot of people starred at me, which was a little annoying. We caught up with Nudge and her friends, and Iggy and his date, Ella. She had long black hair, big brown eyes, and looked Hispanic. I gave Iggy my approval, which made him started blushing and mumbling. I laughed and went and danced with Nudge and her friends for a while.
Iggy and Fang came over, and somehow we started talking about dancing. Nudge told them I was pretty good, and Iggy decided I was going to have a dance off against someone. Iggy picked Fang.
"So, Fang, are you brave enough to rival my amazing dance skills?" I said, smirking.
"You bet," He said, just as a new song came on. I recognized it and smirked. It was OMG by Usher.
I grabbed Fang's hand and led him over to where people were dancing. I started dancing and Fang smirked and danced, too. He was surprisingly good. People were starting to crowd around us. When the song was done, people started cheering.
"So, who won?" I asked Nudge.
"I'm going to have to say you did, Max," replied Nudge.
"YES!" I said, jumping up and down and stuck my tongue out at Fang. He chuckled and led us over to the bonfire. There were a few people there, and again, they starred.
"Do they always stare like that?" I muttered to Fang.
"You're new, and you obviously have an attitude," said Fang, causing me to hit him. Suddenly Fang straightened up, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the dock.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking up at Fang.
"Dylan is here," he said, and I shuddered.
"That sucks, I wanted to dance," I complained, trying to lighten the mood. I noticed Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade came on in the background.
"You still can," he said, putting his hands on my hips. I put mine around his neck and we danced.
After the song ended and we noticed Dylan was gone, we went back to our friends and talked. After a while, we decided to go home. Nudge was sleeping over at a friend's house, and Iggy had to bring Ella home, so I rode with Fang again. When we got home, I walked over to my house after saying goodbye to Fang. I fell asleep quickly after that.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!" I heard someone yell.
I groggily opened my eyes and looked around. Angel, Nudge, Iggy, and Fang were all surrounding me. I smiled at them and went to get up.
"Thanks, guys," I said, as I got up and hugged all of them. They all hugged me back, even Fang.
"Now let's let Max get dressed before breakfast," said Nudge, skipping out of my room. I smiled, went to my closet, and got out a blue stripped shirt, a pair of jean shorts, a pair of Converse, and a bracelet, necklace, and earrings. I quickly put them on, then ran downstairs. On the table was a pile of presents. Surrounding the table was my mom, dad, Nudge, Iggy, Fang, Gazzy, Angel, and their parents. I went and hugged my father. My mother came up to me, gave me a hug, and handed me a small box. I opened it and there were a set of keys in there.
"Oh, my God! Is this for…?" I asked, hugging her and my dad.
"Go look in the driveway," they said, shooing me. Everyone followed me as I ran outside. There, sitting in the driveway, was a sleek, black Porsche 911 Turbo with a big red bow sitting on it.
"Oh, my God, I love it!" I said, hugging both my parents.
"My turn!" yelled Nudge, skipping back into the house. She handed me a small bag and I opened it. There was a $25.00 gift certificate to Hot Topic and a pretty silver heart necklace with rhinestones on the side. Iggy gave me a couple CD's, Gazzy gave me a bomb, and Angel gave me that picture of me and Fang sleeping, framed in an orange handmade frame. I picked her up and gave her a huge hug, then Fang handed me a small box. I opened it up and in it were two backstage tickets for a Paramore concert.
"Oh, my God, Fang, these are amazing, I love it!" I said, jumping up and giving him a hug.
"You have to come with me!" I said to him. He smiled and agreed. After I finished with presents and we ate, everyone took me to a water park. We went on a ton of rides, and I was carried around by Iggy and Fang a lot because I made them. When we got home, I went in my room and listened to my new CD's with Fang. We were talking about music and suddenly Fang said, "Sing."
"What?" I asked.
"Iggy told me you could sing. I want to hear you," explained Fang.
"I-I don't want to sing," I said, shifting in the bean bag chair I was sprawled out on.
"Well, I want you too," he replied, smirking.
"I'm the birthday girl and I say no," I replied, yawning. Suddenly my phone started ringing, so I moved my legs from Fang's lap and got up and got it. The text said it was from an unknown number, and it said hey. I replied back and asked Fang if he knew the number.
"Yeah, that's Sam's number I think," he replied, looking confused. Just then my ringtone went off again, "Misery" by Maroon 5. I quickly grabbed the phone from Fang, and looked at the screen. "do u wanna go out sometime?' was what he replied back.
While I was reading the text, Fang grabbed my ankles and pulled on them, so I was sitting in his lap, and tried to grab my phone. I quickly moved it out of reach, but he just rolled off of the bean bag chair so he was hovering over me and tried to grab my phone. I threw it in front of me, and speedily crawled out from under him and grabbed it. Before he could catch up I quickly tried to text Sam, but Fang grabbed the phone from me. When he read it his face turned unreadable. He tossed me the phone back and sat back on the bean bag chair. My face was probably really red, and I quickly replied to Sam.
"So what did you say?" he asked with a blank face.
"I said no," I mumbled.
"Oh," he replied. After that it was kind of awkward until it got really hot in my room. So I got up and turned the air conditioner on and on my way back accidentally tripped on a cord. I began to fall when two strong arms wrapped around my waist. Instead of hitting the floor, I was practically sitting in Fang's lap now. I looked up at him and his dark eyes that I could usually read so well were unreadable. His face was only about an inch from my own. Before I could even think about anything, Fang's lips pressed against my own. It was only a slight brush, but it was enough to send a shock through me.
I backed off the couch and touched my lips, shocked.
"I have to go," Fang blurted, and jumped off the bean bag and walked away quickly. My face felt like it was a million degrees, but why did I feel like I wanted to do it again?
Fang POV:
I ran out of Max's room and ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. What did I just do? Max doesn't like me like that, even if I like her.
Ugh, I really want to do that again.
A/N: Yay! Fang is finally realizing his feelings for Max and vice versa. Sorry for the long wait, I've been on vacation. Oh, and I'm going to post the links from the previous chapters on them. Here are the links for this chapter, just replace the (dot) with a period:
Max's Party Outfit: (dot)com/maxs_party_outfit_chapter/set?id=20575345
Nudge's Outfit: (dot)com/nudges_party_outfit_chapter/set?id=20868453
Max's Birthday Outfit:
(dot)com/max_welcome_home/set?id=20591866