December 9th Sunday
After spending half the night in an interrogation room, I had finally been sent home with a "Sorry for the misunderstanding" After they looked through all my records of course. I had given the officer a stiff nod and left, mumbling under my breath about how much I hated my neighbors. Now I sat on the couch, recalling the story to Max. telling her about every question they asked and what went through my head.
That was something I loved about her. I didn't usually talk a lot, but when I did, she listened. And she listened good. She seemed to gulp down every word I said like it was her last drink of water, last breath of life. And only when I was finished did she comment.
"That's a load of crap. I'm gonna give those neighbors a piece of my mind." Max snarled and stood up. I grabbed her hand and yanked her back down.
"No. they'll suffer. Trust me. I already got Igster on it." I assured, brushing my fingers through her brown and blonde hair. If it hit the light just right the blonde looked gold and the brown looked like rich chocolate.
Max sighed, snapping me out of my stare down with the strands. "I'm so sorry you were there. That must've sucked. At least you weren't in a holding cell. Those things are a bi-" Max's phone rang, cutting her off. "Yeah, okay, whatever, bye." She muttered then hung up, slipping her phone in her back pocket.
"Good news, Fangalator, Daughter-Ditcher is going to a party to get drunk, leaving us to get the Christmas tree." She said brightly.
"No." I said simply.
"Fang Nikki Ride, march yourself to your truck cause we are getting a tree. Today." Max growled. I rolled my eyes and just sat there stubbornly.
"No."
"I'll tickle you." She threatened.
"What do you know? I suddenly wanna help you pick out a tree!" I said, standing up. Unfortunately, Max knew my one weakness. Tickling. She grinned and stood up, smacking my butt.
"Get a move on DarkCloud!" She said brightly, recalling my 'My Little Pony' name from a quiz we took like two years ago.
"Whatever you say BossyDash!" Max had refused to take the quiz after forcing me to do it, so I made her own little 'My Little Pony' name. Max scoffed.
"How come you didn't flinch?" She asked, referring to smacking my butt.
"You do it all the time, Max, I'm used to it by now." I pointed out. She just shrugged and led me along to my truck.
"It's been awhile though. And I don't do it all the time. Just whenever we're speaking My Little Pony talk." Max corrected. "And you still have a hard butt." She added.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, considering the way she said it.
"No, it means you probably still have the eight pack." She said, pulling my shirt up to see. "Yup, still there." She muttered and I smirked.
"You are so random." I muttered.
"You know you love me, Fangles." Max said, ruffling my hair up. I hated how much she made me smile. I'd already exceeded my word limit for the day with her. And my smile limit. I got in the truck and Max climbed in after me.
After my fifth attempt at trying to start the engine it cranked to life with a rumble of protest before we headed down the ice-slicked roads to the nearest Christmas tree farm.
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"Max, they're all big, they're all green, and they're all the same. Pick one already!" I insisted, frustrated, cold, tired, hungry, and wanting to see my Grandma before the end of visiting hours. Max kept going from tree to tree, inspecting each and every one of them until she came across a possible one, then she examined it even closer than the rest, decided against it, and moved on. It went on like this for quite a few hours before a smile lit Max's face. She tugged on a branch of a tall, fat tree then turned to me.
"It's perfect." She said, and that grin made my insides melt. She looked like she had just won a prize.
"Alright, let's head on back up to the people and get a saw to cut this baby down and take her home." I suggested and started heading back from the way we came.
"Race ya!" Max shouted and took off. Me, being up for the challenge, followed after her at a quick pace. Back and forth both of us went, sometimes Max being in the lead, sometimes me. She beat me though, when I tripped and she didn't bother to stop when I yelled timeout.
It was okay though, cause we both were out of breath, cold, and happy as could be no matter who won. I breathed out that we had picked a tree to the guy and he nodded and we took a golf cart that way with an electric saw in the back. Max went on and on about how perfect it would be in Jeb's living room next to his beautiful fireplace. I smiled at the way she talked, radiating off a shine that was brighter than the sun's. In fact, my smile never wavered... until we got the tree that is.
A couple of guys were cutting it down and talking about how awesome it would look in their living room. "Um excuse me, but we just bought that tree!" I lied smoothly.
"Get another one." One guy said and I got out of the gold cart.
"No." I said, looking at Max's disappointed expression. She really wanted this tree. "We already bought it. So you find another one." I growled, shoving one guy away from the tree and glaring at him. He actually winced and kinda backed off, I didn't blame him. My glare even made Max flinch slightly every now and then.
"Who's gonna make us?" The other guy asked, shoving me.
"Want me to show you?" I growled, popping my knuckles.
"You can try." Another guy said.
"Three against one, so unfair." I said and roundhouse kicked the nearest guy in the head. He was down for the count. The other two came at me at the same time. I slid down in between them and jumped to my feet, banging their heads together as hard as I could. Of course, neither of them went down, but they were both dazed long enough for me to shove the tree, effectively breaking the halfway connected stump and watching it fall to the ground.
I looked up to see what Max was doing, she was paying the worker guy off so he wouldn't say anything. Good girl, I taught you well. I thought before throwing a left hook at the guy who had just turned around and charged me. Another one down. "3... 2... 1... WINNER BABY!" Max Screamed, smiling ridiculously at me before giving the guy an extra hundred.
I ducked as the other guy threw a punch and swiped his feet out from under him with my foot. He hit the ground hard. "And that's why I love you, Fangles." Max said. I blinked.
"So are you my girlfriend again now?" I asked, confused.
"Possibly. Get me that tree and we'll see where I hang up the mistletoe." Max said, shrugging. I smirked and dragged the tree into the basket connected to the back of the cart while Max snatched my wallet out of my back pocket and gave the guy one more fifty dollar bill. He was gonna hush for good or I'd smack him at this point.
"Fang-" Max didn't get to finish her sentence, or maybe she did, I wasn't sure. All I knew was there was a throbbing pain in the back of my head as I crumpled to the ground, blacking out.
I hate Christmas tree shopping.
Hey Guys, so sorry for not updating in forever. i was just trying to make it so the chapter didn't suck. I promise I'm gonna try really hard to finish this story before New Year's. Oh, and if you could give me some ideas for things to hate about Christmas I'd appreciate it. Love you guys~
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