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MAX POV
Trying to pass some time before dinner was done; I went ahead and took Akila for a walk.
Iggy never let me in the kitchen. It was like some unspoken rule that everyone in the house had to follow.
1.) Keep Max and her filthy hands away from my kitchen. 2.) Make sure to make Max's life as difficult as possible.
So, I quickly left the bustling kitchen and skittered to my room. I sat there and watched Fang for a moment, who was snoring softly while lying on his back.
He looked so…cute. I know he would kill me if I said that aloud, but the way he pursed his lips in his sleep was so friggin adorable.
I turned away from the sight before me and entered my closet.
As I said before, nudge had a thing for fashion. My entire closet had been designed by her, which was some of the top-line clothes. I had enough to make a movie star jealous, which was a lot!
Nudges problem was that I never wore any of those clothes. My dresser was right next to my gigantic closet, and it contained the only clothes I ever wore anymore. Sweats, sweatshirts, loose jeans, t-shirts with holes in them, and socks were the things that touched my body each day.
Now, with Fang here, I was debating actually pulling some of the tags off of those clothes. Maybe I could wear some of those things when we were alone, like Nudge did with Iggy when we weren't home. Or when Angel went out on a date.
The only problem: I've never entered my closet anymore. The only shoes I wore were sneakers, and they remained outside the closet at all times.
So, as I entered the closet, I found myself completely lost.
I turned on the light and gasped loudly. All of the colors of the friggin rainbow were in here! Heels and fancy sandals hung above my head in a fancy rack that lowered down with the flick of a switch. Dresses and skirts were strung up on my left; more casual clothes on my right.
Turning to the right, I scanned the clothing again. They were each color coded, and divided by type. The sweaters and jackets started the line, followed by shirts and shorts. Jeans brought up the rear, and next to that was a drawer.
Curiosity got the better of me. I crept over to the cherry wood dresser and pulled open its only drawer.
Oh MY Goddd!!!!
I bit back a shriek of disgust as I held up a little red thong. A thong! A freaking, honest to God thong!
Inside that drawer was a lot of lingerie. I had corsets, and lace to last me a life time. I even had some type of oil! what the hell is that for?
I quickly dropped backing the thong and snapped the drawer shut; sure I was going to hyperventilate any second now.
Backing slowly away from the lingerie, I turned to the sweaters section and began rummaging around.
In the end, my outfit was complete. Although it took me thirty minutes to pick out, I knew Nudge would appreciate it.
I threw the orange sweater over my head, sighing into the mirror attached to the closet door.
Yes, I was still stuffed in the stupid closet, but I wasn't gonna change in front of Fang. What if he woke up? I shuddered at the thought.
I flicked my long hair from the inside of the sweater and turned to look. It came down to my pelvic bones, showing a small amount of skin there. The ends of the sweater rested on my shoulders, revealing the black tank-top underneath. It was orange, with a furry hood that rested flat against my back.
My jeans were much simpler. They were a darker material, making my skin look even paler. They were very tight, and I had to jump up and down just to get them on.
I knew Nudge would strangle me if I didn't wear heels with this stupid outfit. So, I simply grabbed a pair of black flats, and slipped on a pair of no-show socks.
Once done, I looked at the mirror once more. I didn't look like the Red-Haired-Wonder, but it was close. My hair framed my face well (after I ran a brush through it of course) and I couldn't help but smile softly.
I might be good enough for Fang now.
After checking on Fang and the others, I set up the path away from our house, into the dense forest. It was chilly today, and by the time Akila and I had circled half way around the trail, I was shivering my butt off.
Stupid cold St. Louis weather.
Trying to distract myself, I simply enjoyed the scenery around me. It was mid-Autumn, so the trees had mostly shed their leaves. Each step we took earned us a loud crunch! And I couldn't help but wince at the feel of e headache beginning to bloom.
Who cares? Fang's here to save me.
An hour later, I was back in the kitchen, my stomach gurgling loudly at the smells of dinner rippled through it in agony.
"Max, you're gonna start drooling,' Emily stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
Oh gee, I wonder why?
"Well, that fabulous cooking just might make me tackle somebody and start gnawing their arms off," I stated in a light voice.
Emily simply laughed, but Gazzy backed away slowly, his hand protectively wrapped around his arm.
Nudge chose that time to make her grand entrance. She'd just been at the studio, recording tomorrow's show, and was till wearing her designer dress and heels as she clicked her way over to Iggy and kissed him on the cheek quickly.
"So Nudge, how was the show?" Angel asked from my left.
Nudge turned her eyes bright and mouth open, but immediately stopped at the sight of me.
Curse you Angel.
She snickered quietly as Nudge clicked her way over to me, her mouth still open.
"You…an…clothes!" was all she could manage before she hugged me as hard as she could.
Then the squealing started. It erupted from three points (Angel, Emily, and Nudge) and I winced, the little men in my head beginning to bang harder.
Before I knew it, I was being tugged to Nudge's room by three very aggressive girls.
I turned to Iggy, a look of pure terror slapped across my face.
Help ME!!!!
He only snickered, returning to chopping up his damn onion.
Angel was running a curling iron through my hair. Emily was drying the other half, which was still damp from my shower. Nudge was Appling a thick sheet of make-up across my face.
The entire time, I was pouting, my arms wrapped across my chest. Apparently, we were going out to dinner now, all thoughts of family time abandoned.
Fang was already up, his deep voice drifting to my ears in a musical embrace. I wanted to get to him so badly, just to be in his arms.
"Max! Stop it! Were almost done anyway!" Nudge braked.
When she went into fashion-mode, she got bossy. It was really mean actually.
"Ok, all done! Now go put your dress on!" Angel said, the giggling hardly contained in her voice.
Ugh. A dress. Apparently, we would be going to a club tonight.
"That's right Max. I'm going to stay with Ella and Ms. Martinez, so you don't have to worry about bad things happening to your kids."
"WHAT? What about Gazzy, Emily, and Nudge?" I practically roared.
They all winced, but continued leading me to my bedroom.
"Gazzy and I won't be drinking, but you know Nudge can," Emily stated in a small voice.
Oh God, they've all grown up on me.
I sighed loudly, defeat seething from my mind.
The girls started up their giggly act again, practically shoving me into my room. They immediately snapped the door shut, their giggles escalading highly.
I turned and looked at the dress. Immediately, I turned and began to frantically claw at the door. "NO!!!"
The shout ripped to me and the giggles turned into full blown laughter. They were all leaning against the stupid door so I couldn't get out, and the only escape was out the window, but they probably set the alarm system. The alarm would immediately snap the window shut, sealing me inside.
No one said I didn't have to take precautions!
"Please?" I whined, imagining myself in that stupid dress.
"No!" they all giggled back.
Oh God, my reputation was going out the window.
