A/N: Alright, I know I'm bad, but so are you guys. I can see how many views my story gets and I can see how many reviews I get and they don't add up. You guys have to review! I'm crazy busy and I don't feel like updating for the minimal amount of people who review. Here's the chapter.
"You guys better behave," Mom scolded as she grabbed her coat. My dad was slipping on his shoes and smiling over at me calmly. "I swear I'll find out if you do something bad. I told the neighbors to keep watch and call if anything suspicious happens."
"Relax mom," I said rolling my eyes while looking at Ella.
"No boys," Mom added. I let out a long, bored sigh. We'd heard all this before. Dad had a convention in Boston and he's taking Mom with him. To simplify it, Mom's worried we'll throw a party or something.
"We know, mom," Ella whined.
"Ok, we love you," Mom said and then kissed us on the head. Dad came over and kissed our cheeks and gave us a hug. Then they left.
I grabbed my phone and moved to the TV quickly. Then came the debate: Fang or Dylan?
I flipped the TV on and put on MTV. I stared at Dylan's contact for a really long time. He smiled at me forever and ever in that picture. His eyes were bright and his love clear on his face. Then I had the urge to look at Fang's picture. I pulled up his contact and stared at his picture. He was fourteen in the picture and he was actually smiling at me. It was a lopsided smirk and his eyes were clear when they looked at me. He still had some aspects to him that made him look like a kid. Now he was a full grown man at seventeen. His cheeks had lost all their roundness and he had buffed up a little more. My decision was made in a second.
"Hey," Fang answered on the other side of the phone.
"Hey, my parents aren't home," I said.
"Give me an hour," Fang replied.
"Park down the street and walk."
I hung up and turned the TV up. Ella came bounding down the stairs. She looked at me and smiled.
"I'm going out," Ella said.
"When will you be home?" I asked her distractedly.
"Couple hours," she replied.
"Ok," I said.
"Are you having Dylan over?" Ella asked.
"Yeah," I lied. "So don't bug us."
Ella rolled her eyes and then slipped out the door.
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"I'll see you later," Fang said as she slipped out of my bed. I watched him as he dressed and then met his eyes before he slipped out the door. "What?" He asked innocently.
"Nothing," I said with a shrug.
"You're giving me a look," he responded.
"I'm not looking at you any differently than I usually do," I said simply. At least I didn't think I was looking at him any differently, but inside I was begging for him to turn around and kiss me on the head like he used to before he left when we were kids.
"Whatever, Max," he said and then he slipped out the door.
I listened to the retreat of his footsteps and let out a deep sigh. I covered my eyes with my arm and tried to relax. A second later I heard the slap of footsteps and then my door slammed open and shut again. I shot up in my bed to face Fang. He had his back to the door and wide eyes. His chest rose and fell with heavy inconsistent breaths.
"What?" I demanded, shocked.
"I just really fucked up," he said nervously.
"What? What happened?" I asked.
"I just literally walked into your sister," Fang said. "I was turning the corner to go down the stairs and bumped into her."
"You what?" I sprung up. "What did she say?"
"Nothing, she just stared at me all weirded out for a long time," Fang replied. "Then I ran back here."
"Well, good job idiot," I said angrily as I got out of bed. I pulled on some pajama pants and a t-shirt. "You couldn't hear her coming up the stairs? She's not exactly a silent ninja."
"I was too focused on that look you were giving me," he said defensively. "What the hell was that look?"
"I wasn't giving you a look!" I yelled.
"You so were!" He shot back. "Why'd you look at me like that?"
"Just let it go, Fang," I gritted out through my teeth. I walked past him and cracked open my door. The hallway was clear. "It's empty."
"Just tell me what you wanted," Fang said.
"I just wanted you to kiss me on my forehead," I said quietly. "Like you used to."
Fang approached me and placed a kiss on my forehead. When he pulled away I couldn't even meet his eyes.
"If you wanted romance you should have called Dylan," Fang said sharply. He pulled away from me and looked out into the hallway himself. "Bye."
"Bye," I said.
Fang glanced back at me and then he grabbed me. He pulled me to him and slammed his lips to mine. It was the sweetest kiss we've shared in a long time. It was gentle and patient. It wasn't filled with desire, it was filled with apology. It was filled with years of grief and sorrow and nostalgia. When we pulled away we were both breathless.
"Don't mess with me, Fang," I said sternly.
"Don't tell me you didn't feel that," Fang demanded. I did feel it. It was the best kiss I've had in a long time. It tops all the kisses I've ever shared with Dylan and all the desperate kisses I've shared with Fang in the past couple years.
"You said yourself that you loved me," Fang said as he searched my face. "You said that you never fell out of love."
"We were kids," I choked out. "We were only kids, Fang."
"That doesn't change anything," Fang told me desperately.
"I think you should leave," I said sternly. This is not the time or the place to be stirring up old feelings. The truth is that I still love Fang. I still love him, but that innocent love I had at fourteen was not the love I had for him now. Now we had been through too much to ever go back and he doesn't seem to realize that.
"Fine," Fang said. I could see him putting up walls. He narrowed his eyes and took a step away from me. He slipped out the door and then he was gone for real this time. I snatched up some new clothes and headed for the shower.
I shut myself into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I took the time to thoroughly wash my body off. Then, I got out of the shower and dressed in new pajamas. When I looked at myself in the mirror I noticed just how puffy my eyes were from holding back tears. Fang is one of the only people who can make me cry so easily. I left my clothes in the bathroom and headed down the hall until I reached Ella's room.
I knocked quietly and then I walked in. Ella was sitting at the edge of her bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. When I walked in she looked up at me with wide eyes. I choked on a sob and just stared at her. Ella stood up quickly and then she wrapped me in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry," I told her thickly. Ella just rubbed my back, like I was the younger sister in this situation.
That night Ella let me sleep in her room. She didn't ask me about Fang or tell me that I've screwed up or tell me that I'm a mess. She just let me cry on her shoulder and made me feel less alone. I've never been more thankful to have a sister even if she can be annoying sometimes.
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