~.* Twizzlers *.~
"What makes you think you're so witty?" Fang challenged.
Max scoffed loudly, shaking out her dirty-blonde head. "Are you saying I'm not?"
"…" She punched Fang on the shoulder, getting a satisfying groan of pain from him. He glared at her playfully, rubbing his red, and tender shoulder to ease the pain. Under Fang's gaze, Max feigned innocence, as she brought her knees up, and tucked it to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
They were sitting on the edge of Max's bed, just joking around, until Fang decided to doubt Max's wittiness, and have an argument about it.
"Try me," Max smirked, as she beckoned Fang to throw any pick-up line or insult at her. He thought for a second, trying to recall all the lame line's Iggy had told him ─ that kid had even given him a list of it. Remembering one of them, he shared it with Max.
"Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see." Max almost died laughing.
"We live in Arizona, dumbass. That was so lame!"
"Iggy told me it!" Fang protested, trying to preserve his dignity, causing Max to roll around on her bed laughing even more.
"Figures…" she managed to choke out. When Max's breathing calmed down. "Shoot 'em at me."
"I lost my phone number; Can I have yours?"
"You can have my brother's… He's bisexual. You guys should match."
"You are aware that's Iggy you're talking about?" Fang wondered, a small smile playing at his lips.
"Exactly. Especially since you already have his number. Proceed."
"You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall… is in love with me." Fang said, looking at Max intently.
"I may fall from a roof, I may fall from outer-space, but instead of falling in love with you, I'd rather fall on my face," Max mocked in reply.
"People call me Fang, but you can call me tonight," Fang teased, adding a wink for effect.
Max gasped in horror. "You are a vampire, aren't you!" Fang face-palmed. He didn't think that through, yet he continued, determined to prove Max wrong.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"
"My fist believes in love at first sight with your face; Maybe you should walk by again."
"Help the homeless! Take me home with you!" Fang jokingly pleaded.
Max bust out into another laughing fit. "Haha ─ it's a homeless guy!" Fang scowled at her."You sure look like one. Begging and everything…" Max added with after a second thought.
"What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?"
"Well, there really wasn't any competition, babe. There's only you and me in this room, and I easily beat you in the looks department," Max said smugly. Silence took over the room.
"Wait, are you calling me a girl?" Fang asked, shocked.
"Took you long enough to figure that one out!" Max said, whilst trying to control her emotions that wanted to crack up laughing.
Fang huffed annoyed, but continued. "Hi, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart."
Max grabbed the book on the nightstand, and whacked Fang on the head with it, yelling, "Someone, quick call the cops! And get this rapist AWAY FROM ME!"
"That wasn't wit," Fang pointed out. Max shrugged.
"You were called a rapist. Witty enough for me."
"Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back."
"Huh. I guess the open heart surgery failed..." Max said innocently, as Fang shot a glare towards her.
"Can I take your picture? I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas..."
Max put on a disgusted face, trying to bite back her smile. "You want to grow boobs and be a girl? They have plastic surgery for that if you really want it..." Fang face-palmed himself.
"Excuse me, do you have a Band-aid? I skinned my knee when I fell for you."
"No. I don't. Go bleed," she snorted in response.
"You wouldn't really want your best friend to bleed to death, would you?"
"You skinned your knee. You won't die."
Fang scooted even closer to Max, and rubbed her back gently, as a shiver went up her spine. "I thought only angels had wings..."
"Ex-cuse me? Are you calling me a freak? Avian-bird kid mutants can have wings too. Thanks a lot," she replied, huffing.
"I think we should be lab partners, because you and I have chemistry."
"Sure, I'll just splash the hydrochloric acid all over your face... Better enjoy those looks while you got 'em." Fang groaned in annoyance. Screw Iggy and his lame pick up lines. This was Fang's turn.
"I love Twizzlers."
"Are you calling me – Wait, what?" she asked confused.
"You heard me. I. Love. Twizzlers."
"Yeah, I did, but I don't think that is a pick up line..." Max told him warily.
"It is now."
"How so?"
"You're a twizzler."
"And...?"
"We've learned substitution already in school Max..." Fang said, waiting for her to realize what he said.
"I am not – ..." Fang looked at her, directly in the eyes.
"I love you, Max. I always have." She looked down, her cheeks flaming. Daring to take a glance up Fang's expecting face, she allowed her eyes to flicker down from his midnight orbs, to his lips.
"I -" she began.
"What's your favorite pick up line?" Fang asked.
Max hesitated for a second, before confidently responding, "You're a twizzler," and wrapping her arms up around his neck to close the space between their lips.