(A/n: Okay, wow you guys! I partially tore my ACL and I will not need surgery. I also fractured my tibia! Ouch. My doctor was right and I will go through physical therapy. I am so excited because it's aqua therapy. Anyway...I am writing this and I pulled up my stats page to see that I already have 44 reviews! Wow! I will write an extra long chapter 8!)
(Fang's Pov)
I love life. I love my Max. I love life. Did I mention that I love Life? I do love life.
Getting head from your girlfriend in the morning just brightens your day. All around. I almost did a happy dance. I was currently frying bacon and Iggy was making omelets while my Max sat on a chair that was way too far away. I wanted to be close to her, but I also wanted food that was edible. I finished the bacon, put it on a plate, and ran over to my Max. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. I kissed up her neck. I hugged her very tightly.
"God Fang. I love you too. Now let me go. I'm hungry." my Max said to me in a rather annoyed voice, trying to break through my grasp and get into the bacon.
"No." I said sounding like a three-year-old. I held her down.
"Okay...." Max said kissing my lips. While I was lost in her kiss, she jumped up and made her way to the bacon.
I whined and she just swung her hips on the way to the bacon, mocking me, not even knowing.
"God. What's wrong with Fang? Is he being a clingy girlfriend?" Iggy snickered in a half whisper.
"No. He is just happy that he got away with sleeping in my room last night. That's all." my girlfriend said, very finally.
That's not how I remembered it...
*Flashback*
I was dreaming about Max and I...again, but I wasn't really aware it was a dream, yet. We were kissing and I could feel little Fang get excited. He really liked this dream. My lips were locked with Max's as I made love to her. It felt so good. I felt a tickle down my chest and I pulled us into a more comfortable position. I felt a wave of bliss and Max's hands sliding down the outsides of my thighs. I moaned, "Mmm. Max." I woke up. I was a little mad, because it always happened like this. I woke up and had to pleasure myself because I had made it to a point of no return. In a daze I woke up to the most pleasing sight ever. Max, my girlfriend, my very prude girlfriend, was tending to my problem, and in the most satisfying way I have ever known. I moaned loudly, not particularly caring who heard. This wouldn't happen again soon, so I might as well enjoy it.
She picked up her ministrations and went a little faster. I threw my head back in extreme pleasure, "Oh my God. Max. Please. Unngh...Don't stop, baby." I felt my hands weave themselves in her hair, feeling good. "Max," I was in a daze and barley able to say the words I had longed to say since I first fell for her. She laughed, creating the most pleasuring vibrations and I nearly came then. It didn't take me long after that to come, but I tried to prolong it, realizing that this was probably a rare thing that would happen. Max carried me throughout my orgasm and swallowed (A/n: Because spitters are quitters).
*End Flashback*
I love day dreams. I love life. I knew today would be a good day, no matter what happened.
We finished up breakfast, checked the kid's agendas, my Max signed them and we were off.
We got to school and we made it to our first class. I was still smiling like an idiot. Oh well. I was having a good day. Coach assigned extra homework and I didn't care. I was too happy to be crushed by 20 Tangent problems. I actually smiled a few times. I was acting really weird and Max had noticed. So had Iggy, but he couldn't see me smiling.
We made it through until lunch and my happiness hadn't faltered. My Max and I were on our way to go and get Angel while we made Iggy try and pass out food. I walked into Angel's classroom, picked her up in a fireman's hold and went back thorough the door.
"Put her down Fang!" Max yelled at me. I felt like a scolded puppy. I was really upset. I just got yelled at... (A/n: This happens to me but much worse. If I am scolded, or even told I'm doing something wrong, I'll have a panic attack. It's sad. Unless I completely write someone off from the beginning, then I get nervous and can't breathe when they insult me or correct me meanly.)
I was just put into the worst mood of the century. I felt rotten. I put Angel down and went silent, my smile falling. We continued walking and I didn't speak for the rest of lunch. I didn't make any comment on the healthy foods Max fed us. I made sure my disappointment didn't show on my face.
(Max Pov)
What the hell was wrong with Fang today. He was being super sensitive ever since this morning when I...well...you know. Ugh. Now he looks like a sad puppy. I was going to let him continue this crap until after lunch, then I am going to put a stop to it.
(A/n: I don't know if I want to continue on this story or not. It really has no plot. We'll see. I'm kind of getting bored. I'll probably write a final chapter or two more to wrap it up the way I planned. Maybe one giant chapter.... I'm caught up in physical therepy so I haven't been able to write. No review limit before posting. I'm just going to actually finish this.)
