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DISCLAIMER- ME NO OWNY ANYTHING! EXCEPT THE IDEAS... YEAH THOSE ARE MINE
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FPOV-
Don't you just hate it when things get out of balance? I know I do. Why else would Max and I have been having this private ongoing war these past couple of weeks? When two people who love revenge start a prank/ embarrass the other more competition, lets just say it has an interesting outcome. And to think it all started with popcorn, sad.
Plus, yesterday it went outta wack with a kiss. I'm not sure whose side that goes to, I know I enjoyed it. A lot. Probably more than I should have, but it's true. Then when I heard Max call me a great kisser last night I wanted to fly away with her forever. I'll save that for later though, at the moment I need blackmail… or revenge. They both work out to be the same in the end.
Also, you should know, that teddy bear is not mine! I don't care what Max has deluded herself into believing. Mr. Snuggles- I mean… that that bear has never and will never belong to me. But now I have to worry about Max spilling my secret (which is not true!) to the Flock. Yeah, the kiss worked for the time being, but I need something bigger.
And I know the perfect idea. *Insert evil grin here* You see, Max has a certain… routine I guess you could call it every Saturday night. It's circumstances like this I really adore being invisible and having great camera work. Oh, and a well-watched Youtube account. Revenge, sweet revenge.
That evening before dinner I made sure everything was ready for later. Video camera fully charged? Check. Energy drink in place? Check. Enough hot water in shower? Check. Happy Max? Check. Things could not be going more smoothly.
Grinning inwardly I wondered just when this war would end. Or if I even wanted it to end. I mean, why would I? Max and I are having a blast. What if this ends and the small progress I've made towards Max is forgotten. We've grown closer, bonded, these couple weeks and I feel our friendship is stronger than ever. All this fake fighting just makes me love her more.
No, really. What you don't believe me? Why don't you pull a few pranks on somebody and if you like them any better. Unless you already don't like that person then it'll just be satisfying. Anyway I'm done with my revenge rant.
All that's left to do is wait until the time s right. Have I mentioned I do not like waiting? Well, yeah I do. So while I wait I will… clean my room! Ha ha, uh no.
"Hey Fang will you play a game with us?" Gazzy asked excitedly. Huh, I guess that solves that problem.
"Sure Gaz. No monopoly thought." I smiled slightly.
"Okay, Max won't let us play that one either." He smiled back.
Gasman ran into another room to collect more game requests. In the end all six of us played a fun game called The Wrong Game. If you have never heard of it, it's simple. You get read five questions and you have to answer all five of them incorrectly and I the specific time limit. Catch is, the wrong answers have to be related to the right one. For example if you were asked to name a yellow fruit you couldn't yell out "Clown!" and get it right 'cause it was wrong. For every wrong answer you get a chip and first one to 30 chips wins.
It's really funny to play. A good one Angle had was what do you do when the phone rings? She responded, smash it with a hammer then we all busted up laughing because we had the same idea. Another not so funny moment (for me) was Max's last question to determine of her won. The final question on the card asked to name something hot. As the timer counted down to the last second she shouted out, "Fang!" right before the buzzer sounded.
"Sorry Max." I said smugly. "You were supposed to name something not hot."
"I believe I did." Max shot back coolly. A chorus of 'oohs!' emanated from the Flock.
"You just got burned!" Iggy howled in delight.
"To the third degree." Gazzy added cackling along with everyone else.
Glaring at Max I racked my brain for a worthy comeback but came up blank. Instead, Max stood up and declared triumphantly, "Guess I win. That means I pick who cleans up." She mused. Oh like she didn't have any idea who she was going to choose.
"Have fun Fang." Max smirked as if reading my mind and went upstairs to shower.
After everyone was through laughing at me being clearly dissed by Max, I cleaned up the game. Hmmm… only eight o'clock. I probably have another hour or two until the really fun begins. Any previous sympathy I may have been feeling before the game disappeared with a poof. Now the word payback kept rattling around my head until I almost had a small freak-out in the living room. Whoa, that could've been embarrassing.
Saving myself some humiliation, I went to my room and relaxed for a while listening to my music. I chose my favorite play list that had artists like My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Muse, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and Linkin Park. Yeah, yeah I know you're screaming "Emo music!" But if you actually listen to the words of their music they have deeper meaning and are very true. Yup I'm a deep guy, I'll admit it.
Moving on… for the longest time I lay and listened to my music until I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:30 already. Huh, time flies when you don't pay attention.
Pushing myself up I grabbed my camera off my desk and silently crept out of my room. Did I ever mention the 'upgrades to my invisibility power? First of all I can move around and not turn back to normal. And even better, while I'm invisible I can travel through solid objects. First time was a totally accident actually. I unknowingly turned on my camouflage and tried to sit in a kitchen chair. Fortunately, no one saw my embarrassing act of falling through the seat and onto the ground. Although finding out about new abilities isn't always painless. I had a bruised butt for three days.
Anyway, back to Max and my revenge. Poking my untraceable head in Max's door, I grinned in satisfaction. Ha ha, the party had begun… sorta. It's a very lonely one-person party, but nonetheless a good time.
Haven't figured out what Max enjoys doing in the privacy of her room? (No sick jokes you pervs in the back. I know you were thinking them.) Well, think about stuff you might do behind a closed door. Strike poses in the mirror pretending to be a supermodel? Sing like you think you belong on American Idol? Yeah, will Max has this weird thing for dancing around like some kind a super freak when hauled up in her room. I've only experienced it once and it was a sight to remember. One of the funniest damn things I've seen in my short 16-year-old life.
Totally unseen, I phased through the door and hid from view behind a conveniently placed armchair in the corner. I bet your wondering why the invisible guy hides, right? I may be undetectable but the camera isn't.
I couldn't hear the music too well due to the fact Max was listening to her ipod but I could still pick a little out with my enhanced hearing. It was some rap some I'm not familiar with but Max seemed pretty into it. And yeah, she is definitely skilled in the art of practically shorting out my brain with so little effort on her part.
First there were the short white boxer shorts with purple polka dots that made her legs look tanner and longer than usual. Under she had on some white knee-high socks with two purple bands along the top edge. Above she has a light gray spaghetti strap tank top. It was too short, too tight, and very low cut. Her wings were hanging out and moving slightly to the beat. Max's damp, dark blonde hair cascading down her back was extremely messy from the great amount of head banging.
Let me tell you, bad combination for a bird-boy with hormones running rampant. Every single one of those details is a total turn on for me.
Spinning to face me, she did this weird shimmy thing where I then had to verify the recorder was still drool free. I'm safe this time but just in case I stuffed it in pocket deciding I had enough video. I had been here longer than I thought, almost 20 minutes.
Now I had three options. One: leave with perfectly incriminating footage. Two: stay longer and watch Max embarrass herself further. Three: other? Either way I knew I wasn't leaving yet, I have nowhere near enough will power for that.
Allowing myself to smirk a little I noiselessly moved from behind the chair. Creeping forward without a sound I listened intently to the song until I found the appropriate part. When it got to a good guitar solo for the song Paradise City by Guns 'n Roses I started to head bang behind her and turned visible.
Moments later an enraged shriek drowned out the music. "FANG!"
At Max's scream I faced her innocently. Oh man, she was pissed but damn did she look hot while pissed. Sorry, just a simple observation here people.
"What are you doing?" Max growled slowly and menacingly. Pff that has never worked on me, never will.
"Dancing, what are you doing?" I answered in a 'no duh' voice.
"Not that!" She yelled waving her arms to refer to my imitation of a Max rock out session.
"I got 15 minutes of video proving otherwise." I smiled slyly and purposefully slipped my hand in my pocket. Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief.
"You. Did. Not." Max hissed.
"Maybe I did, may I didn't." I shrugged characteristically and fought back a laugh.
"Give it to me, now." She demanded. I pretended to think deeply for a second, tapping my forefinger on my chin, staring at the ceiling, furrowing my brow that kinda stuff.
"No." I decided finally. "I don't think so… but I have a proposition for you." I muttered conspiringly.
"A proposition?" Max repeated in dismay. "What kind?" She questioned her curiosity getting the better of her.
"You have blackmail on me and I now have some on you." I started and comprehension dawned in her beautiful brown eyes. I continued anyways. "My little secret ever sees the light of day and this video gets introduced to Youtube very quickly." I confirmed so we were on the same page and winked.
Max was fuming by the end but knew she'd been beat or at least matched for this round. If anyone could win at Max's own game there is no doubt it was me. Ah what great satisfaction.
"You can go back rock out now, I'm leaving." I said smugly. "Night." I called back quickly before the door was slammed on me. Snickering quietly I sat down at my laptop and uploaded the video immediately. After that it's probably safe to say I watched it eight times to say the least. Pretty pathetic I know but I will be keeping this for a long time.
