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Chapter 6: A Thourough Explanation of Thoughts and Feelings

In that next week since my big show-down at school with my charming big brother (which by the way made me all the school could talk about for all of an hour until everyone found out that the head chearleader broke up with her baseball playing boyfriend for some other jock. Yeah.) I had packed up most of my things and brought them over to Fangs, and no, I had not found another place to stay yet. Although, that Friday night, Nudge had somehow roped me into spending the night at her place with Iggy.

After mucho convincing of Fangs mom to let me stay the night there, (she really doesn't want to let me outta her sight, that woman) I was sitting out in the driveway with a bag of my stuff waiting for Iggy to pick me up. He was late, as usual. I was just about ready to call him when I heard the clumsy footsteps that could only belong to an eight year old bundled up in a huge coat and numerous scarves.

Okay, that wasn't my only hint. It was the smell that came with him. We don't call him the Gasman for nothing.

"Hey, Gaz," I shivered a bit. It was starting to get colder here in Oregon here and I had a knack for underestimating just how cold it was. I was only in a long sleeved shirt, a fleece jacket, jeans, and my laced-up snow boots.

"Hi, Max!" He said cheerfully. "I brought you a cookie." The kid has always tugged at my heartstrings. Especially now, since he brought me possibly one of my favorite things in the world; a chocolate chip cookie.

"Aw, thanks, bud," I said to him. He smiled has I took the cookie from him and plopped right down next to me. We sat in silence for a bit until a question nagging me in the back of my mind made its way out into the open.

"Gaz, do you like me staying here with you guys?" For a second, the Gasman looked at me like I was crazy.

"Well, yeah I like having you here! It's a lot of fun and it's just like how it used to be."

"Like how what used to be?"

"Well...ya know when you and Fang were still...friends and you guys hung out together all the time."

"Gotcha, kiddo," I said with a curt nod. Kinda an awkward way to put things...

"What about Fang?" Gazzy looked confused.

"What about him?"

"Do you think he likes having me here?"

"I think so," he said. "Because Fang loves you." Huh?!

Well, kids certainly do say the darndest things.

I was just about to ask what he meant when he said that Fang 'loves' me when Iggy pulled up in his old, run-down truck.

"Gotta go, Gaz. I'll see ya tomorrow," I said, dropping my previous thoughts.

"Bye, Max!" He said cheerfully, clearly forgetting our earlier conversation and running to the neighbors house. I on the other hand, gathered up my bags and piled into Iggy's truck.

"Hey," he said casually as I rubbed my freezing hands together.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said backing out of the driveway. "Partay!" He said.

***LINE***

Turns out Iggy's definition of 'partay' is three high schoolers sitting in a circle around three boxes of pizza and numerous pints of Ben & Jerry's with a Spanish soap opera playing in the background. 'Partay' indeed.

"So, Max," Nudge said in a mischeivous tone. "You owe us an explanation."

"Yeah? Of what exactly?" Pleasedon'tbeaboutFangpleaseohpleasedon'tbeaboutFa ng I thought.

"Fang." Just my luck.

"Ooooh, that's right. You do indeed owe us an explanation of what exactly happened between you and Fangles," Iggy said, finally catching on. "Is it okay if I call him that? Fangles? Ya know the guy you've kind of been living with for the past few weeks?" I swear, Iggy just seemed positively giddy, an emotion I've never seen on him before. And it was kind of freaking me out a little.

"Yeah, well sucks for you guys. 'Cause I really don't feel like talking about it. That, and I like seeing you guys beg." I was completely confident that I wouldn't have to explain myself until Nudge, evil little diva that she is, brought out the secret weapon on me that she knew had a hundred percent positive effect on me. And when I say positive, I mean positive in getting Nudge what she wants and negative for me for giving in.

The Bambi Eyes.

"Nuuuuuudddggeee!" I groaned while I shoved a pillow into my face. I quickly peeked over to see if she was still wearing that face I loathed. Don't get me wrong, it was extremely adorable but with it always just got me to do whatever the person wearing it so pleased. With great power comes great responsibility. Then to make it worse, Iggy grabbed my pillow away from me and then proceded to make the Bambi Eyes at me.

Of course.

"FINE OKAY? I'll tell you!" I exclaimed, finally having enough of this nonsense.

"I'll get the popcorn," said Iggy. Ugh. Jerk.

Of course, precisely two and a half minutes later, Iggy came back with a piping hot bowl of his delicious world-famous popcorn. As soon as he plopped down with the giant bowl, I stole it right out of his hands and held up a single finger when Nudge started to protest.

"Nah uh uh. I'm explaining a deep and darkening part of my past to you guys that I never wanted to even remember in the first place, let alone tell you guys about it. My price? The popcorn. Deal?" Nudge and Iggy exchanged looks. Then they nodded a little too cheerfully, accepting my proposal and bundled up with their blankets on the floor in front of me.

"Well, it goes kinda like this..."

*flashback*

It was nearly a year ago. Can that be right? A whole year?

Anyways.

Everything was seemingly in the midst of normality. Mom was still alive, though Ari had already left. I hadn't spoken a word to my father in almost six months, and Fang and I had been dating for a while after being best of friends pretty much since forever. I remember I was actually walking over to his place just to hang out one day. No big deal at all.

I rang the doorbell and Fang's mom answered, smiling brightly as she saw it was me. I guess you could say she was kind of thrilled for the past seven or so months that Fang and I had started to go out.

"Hi, honey!" She said.

"Hey. Is Fang around?" I asked.

"Yes. I think he went around the side of the house to take the garbage out or somethin like that." and she pointed in the direction of the house he went in.

Little did I know that what I was about to walk into would likely scar me for the rest of my life.

When I rounded the corner of the house to where the garbage bins were, I saw Fang alright. I also saw him pushed up against the brick wall of his house wrapped in the embrace of a certain rehead from school named Brigid Dwyer. And what was worse than that?

He was kissing her back.

After the initial shock set in, naturally I got angry. Like Hulk angry. And what does Hulk do?

Hulk smash.

I picked up the nearest rock which luckily for me, was ginormous. Not so lucky for dear Fangles over there. And I chucked it at him. One at Brigid too for good measure also. Naturally, she squealed at the rock hitting her idiotic red head.

"Ow!" She squealed as she and Fang broke apart. Fang did nothing but stand there slack-jawed, and eyes wide open for so long I didn't know a person could go that long without blinking.

"F-," I started to say. But it seemed as though my ability to speak was shut off by my brain.

Brigid, sharp as always, looked confused.

"Um, Fang? What's the freako-bird-girl doing here?" Yep. 'Freako-bird-girl'. I'd been called that by girls like Brigid since the third grade when I brought my pet bird to school for show-and-tell and the thing somehow escaped from its cage and savagely started pecking at the heads of Brigid and her friends. It was a fond memory of mind, but not so much for Brigid.

Boom. Talking abilities regained.

"Yeah, Fang. What am I doing here. Go ahead and explain," I said as I cocked one eyebrow.

"Max," he started. But no words came after that.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence from any of us there, Brigid finally spoke these harsh words:

"Why don't you just go, freak?"

So I did.

Fang didn't come after me.

That night, I went home to my mom in near tears while I practically screamed what had happened. I still remember the look of disappointment on her face. It wasn't me she was disappointed in. It was Fang.

I expected the next Monday that Fang would at least try to make things up to me. But in our first class of the day together, he didn't say a word to me, much less even glance at me. It pretty much went without saying that our relationship had ended. And it went on like that for months on end until that one day when I ran from my father and was forced to ask of his help.

"Well? Are you two goofs gonna say anything?" I asked to Iggy and Nudge. Since I had begun my thorough explanation of thoughts and feelings, they had gathered around me, sitting down, both intently leaned forward.

"I bet you that bitch had some dirt on him," Nudge said confidently.

"What? You think so?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. When you put it together, it kinda makes sense," said Nudge.

"Max, everyone knows that Fang has always cared about you in a way that if for some reason he stopped talking to you, it would be for good reason," said Iggy.

I thought about what they were saying. Were they right?

*****************LINEEEEEEE*******************

After my very long spiel about Fang, Iggy decided we needed some cheering up and put on a movie. About an hour into it, Nudge had already fallen asleep on the floor, and Iggy's head was resting on my shoulder. And yes, he was drooling away onto my shirt that read "I wish you were a pinata" across the front. You'll pay for this, Igs.

Soon after, I too passed out. And was greeted by very unpleasant dreams.

I was back at that night. Out in the front yard of my father's, Jeb, house. Only this time, I wasn't running. I was staring up at the night sky, counting the few stars that hadn't been drowned out by the city's lights.

"MAXI!" I heard a deep and furious voice yell. I got up to run, only I couldn't. My brain only allowed my head to move. I looked behind me to see Jeb running up behind me.

"What the hell are you doing out here, you stupid bitch?!" I opened my mouth to make a snarky comeback, but nothing but a raspy whisper came out.

"You planning to run away? Well too bad, Maxi," he leaned in very close to my face. "You're stuck here, sweetheart. Forever." Jeb spat in my face. Literally. And I fought the urge to spit back.

Since I couldn't do anything to punch my so-called father in the face, I only closed my eyes and tried to drown out his horrible shouting.

Which resulted in a swift slap to my face.

My eyes shot wide open to see him still leaning over my un-moving body.

"GET UP AND FIGHT, YOU LITTLE WHORE!" With that, he dragged me up and my brain snapped into function. I roundhoused kicked him, hearing the crunch of the bones in his nose crack. After that, I ran.

I ran and I ran and I ran.

I ran until I felt something hard hit me in the head. Jeb had finally cought up to me and had chucked a rock at my head.

I looked around for anything. Anything to use as a weapon. But somehow in my running, I found myself to be in the middle of an empty highway. No one there. No one to witness my death.

Jeb was running towards me. I kept standing my ground. Waiting for the end. How did I know it was the end? I had felt that Jeb would end me since the beginning.

My hand went cold. Was it the end already? No. I looked down. Laying in my hand was a shiny, metallic object.

A gun.

Not by my own choice, my arm raised by itself to Jeb running furiously towards me. I heard a click, and the gun had fired and lodged a bullet in the center of Jeb's head. He stopped, but he didn't fall backwards like you would expect him to. Instead, he just stood there, in the middle of this empty highway, about fifteen feet from me, unmoving, with a bullet lodged into his forehead.

My entire body had gone cold.

Something trickled from the hole in Jeb's head. Only it wasn't blood. It was a white light. The light soon grew bigger and bigger until it engulfed Jeb. Soon it swallowed me, it took my surroundings, then it swallowed the whole planet. It seemed like everything there would ever be had been engulfed by this white light that I had seemingly created.

And while that light was swallowing me up, I could only hear one word. One word that only seemed like a whisper, but it came at me in a deafening boom.

'Shame.'

I woke up on the couch, gasping for air and in a cold sweat. The end credits to the movie were playing and Nudge and Iggy were still both out cold. I wanted more than anything to burst out crying, but contained myself as I didn't want to wake them.

I thought about maybe putting in another movie, seeming like I wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon.

My hand was cold.

I looked down, and sitting nonchalantly in my left hand, was the gun.

DUHN DUHN DUUUUUUUUHHHHNNNNNNN!

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