CHAPTER 10

Oh my gosh, we can't possibly be on chapter 10 by now! I'm soooo sorry guys. I said I would update during the summer, and then I went and didn't update for three months. You have my most sincere apologies. I've just been super busy. Plus, it just SNOWED where I lived. Right before Halloween. All the trees fell down, taking out my power. So I'm typing this on probably the slowest computer ever, at my Grandma's house. I have homework to do. But I love you guys, so here you go. As an extra apology, this chapter has some Fax in it. I hope you enjoy.

Also, a shout-out goes to WhatIsLove for being my 100th reviewer, and IcyKaku55 for having an incredibly odd penname and for being my best friend. Ignore her psycho reviews, by the way. She has no idea what grammar and spelling are. Sorry, Kaku. Oh, and one for lovemice, who I'm hoping desperately is one of my friends and not some random person. Hopefully. If she's not, that would be REALLY awkward.

And so we begin!

FANG POV

Once we had successfully grabbed all the junk food we could find and plopped ourselves on Max's living room couch, I finally asked, "So, what movie are we watching, oh smart one?"

"'I Am Legend', of course. Duh," Max responded.

"Isn't that movie a bit too scary for you?" I asked with a smirk.

"IT IS NOT!" she shrieked. "THAT MOVIE ISN'T FREAKING SCARY AT ALL!"

"Sure," I replied. Pissing Max off was great fun.

"I'll show you what's scary," Max mumbled under her breath. Oh, crap. This won't end well. What could she be planning this time? Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap…

And then, somehow, while I was lost in thought about how badly this was most likely going to end for me, Max had snuck up behind me. She grabbed my shoulders, pushed off of them, jumped up as high as she could, and shouted, "BOO!" making me jump-I kid you not- at least a foot in the air. Max seemed to find this quite amusing, and began laughing her ass off on the floor. Poor, poor, Max. She has no idea what's coming to her.

"Max," I said, faking being mad at her. This was pretty fun, so I wasn't angry in the slightest. "You will pay for that." Her eyes widened. I smiled inwardly, pleased that I scared her. This was much more enjoyable than I thought. I picked her up bridal style, and simply stood there with her in my arms, pretending she didn't exist. I could tell this was making her quite PO'd. She struggled against my tight hold. Thankfully, I am quite strong, or she may or may not have broken my leg by now.

"FANG! PUT ME DOWN!"

In response to this, I began to hum loudly and cheerfully, even whistling a bit. This had been going on for about ten minutes, and it was still quite entertaining. Even so, I decided this needed a bit of pizzazz, so I threw my heavy burden over my shoulder, walked over to where Max stored her DVDs, and put I Am Legend in her DVD player. The opening trailers began playing, and I decided to put Max back down, since she was starting to get heavy, and probably pretty closing to breaking my spine with her hard fists. She pouted as I set her back down on the soft and comfortable couch.

"That was mean, Fang-y," she whined. I smirked.

"Oh, don't be such a whiny baby. Suck it up," I said as I rolled my eyes. She rolled hers back.

"Well then. Wait, shut up, the movie's starting!" I don't even think she realized that I hadn't been talking. Typical Max. We sat opposite to each other on the couch, her long legs draped over mine, as per usual. I opened a package of Twizzlers and (because I'm not a slob like that) poured some into a bowl, while Max opened a some potato chips and ate them straight out of the bag. Once again, typical Max.

Whenever something randomly jumped out at someone on the screen, Max would jump a little too. This gradually inched her closer to the middle of the couch, and me. By about the middle of the movie, Max was almost sitting on my lap. Our junk food had been completely forgotten at this point.

I probably shouldn't have done what I did next, but I couldn't help myself. I pulled her closer to me, and put my arm around her shoulders. She tensed, then relaxed and leaned her head on my shoulder. I smiled, grateful she hadn't run away. This was amazing.

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After the movie was over, Max decided we should watch another one. This time, it was I Am Number Four. This time, Max jumped whenever someone died or something randomly decided it would absolutely LOVE explode. We had once again started on opposite sides of the couch, and she had once again inched closer and closer until I wrapped my arm around her. This time, I wrapped my arm around her waist.

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"Max, wasn't that movie a bit too scary for you?" I said, teasing her again. I loved seeing Max angry: her cheeks got all red, she repeatedly opened and closed her fists, and you could always tell she was trying not to scream at you. All in all, it was quite entertaining, and made her look even prettier than she already was. Unless you were scared of her; then you would probably be running for your life instead of contemplating how pretty she was.

Now, back on topic. My earlier comment made Max severely angry (as I had hoped it would). "Fang, don't start this with me again. You will NOT win this time."

"Oh, really?"

"Really."

"You want to bet?"
"Why, of course I would. Because I know I would win."

"Twenty bucks says I'd win."

"You're on."

Suffice to say, that was quite a long argument. We were eventually interrupted by Max's sister, Ella, coming in to tell us to shut up or she would kick us both out of the house and leave us out on the doorstep the whole night. Max told her she could go to hell. Ella huffed and walked back up to her bedroom, telling us to "get a room" over her shoulder. Max gave Ella's back her signature death glare. It obviously didn't work, since Ella was turned around, but had Ella been facing her, she probably would've (and should've) been cowering in fear.

After Ella had left, Max and I (is it bad that I originally wrote "me and Max" in there?) were left in silence. But, unlike with anyone else I'd ever talked to, a silence with Max was never awkward. We could sit there and just stare at each other for hours. Not that we ever had, of course.

Max, always being the one to break the silence, said, "You want to watch another movie?"

I smirked. "Okay, but don't pick something scary." After I said this, I could immediately see Max trying desperately not to scream and attack me. I'm glad she has self-control, or I'd be six feet under by now.

"Fine. Since I want to prove to you that I'm not scared of freaking movies, we'll watch a horror movie. Friday the Thirteenth."

"Oh no!" I said with mock horror. She narrowed her eyes.

"We are not having this argument again, Fang I-don't-know-your-middle-name- Walker."

"It's Timothy." (Kaku and lovemice, I just wanted his initials to be FTW. That was the only name I could think of. So shush it.)

"Timothy?" she snorted, laughing a little. "So your initials would be FTW? For the win?"

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"Oh, whatever. My middle name isn't much better. It's Alex."

"You know, I could've sworn that was a guy's name."

"Shut up! It's for both genders!" she shrieked. I loved this. In fact, I loved it so much, I did probably the stupidest thing I'd ever done in my life.

"You know, Max, you're pretty when you're angry."

This caught her attention, and she snapped her head to the side to look directly into my eyes. "What'd you say?"
"You heard me."
She blushed. "Oh, um, thanks Fang. I just have to, um, go to the bathroom for a second."

She walked away quickly, and I sighed. What had I done? I didn't want to screw up our friendship more than I already had. This sucked.

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MAX POV

I splashed some cold water on my face to clear my mind of what Fang had just said. Unfortunately, telling myself not to think about it made me think about it even more. And now I've slightly confused myself. But anyway, Fang called me pretty! Fang called me pretty!

Of course he did. He loves you.

He can't love me already. We barely know each other.

Oh, but he does. You two are meant for each other.

Bullshit. I don't believe in that kind of thing.

Well, you should, because it's true.

Right. Absolutely. Yeah, I don't think so.

I heard the Voice sigh exasperatedly in my mind. You'll see eventually, Max. You'll see.

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I walked slowly back out of the bathroom slowly, pretending that I wasn't hyperventilating on the inside, even though I completely was. I could easily handle something like breaking a rib, but I couldn't even deal with a guy calling me pretty. Only instead of a guy, this was Fang.

I can do this. I can do this.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm screwed. I sat down on the couch where Fang was already situated, making sure no part of my body was touching his.

This was awkward.

This time, Fang was the one to break the silence. "I'm sorry, Max."

I breathed in and out slowly. "It's ok, Fang. Just forget about it. I just want us to be friends for now. I like you, but I need some time to sort some stuff out." Fang had only called me pretty and put his arm around me, yet I was completely freaking out. I was pathetic. Get a grip, Max!

Why yes, Max, said the most annoying Voice I think I've ever heard in my life, Get a grip and see that Fang loves you and that you love him. Even Ella sees it.

Fang doesn't love me!

Yes he does, genius.

Why thank you, imaginary voice inside my head, I am quite smart, aren't I?

It's called sarcasm, Max.

Wow, you must be pretty mad if you're resorting to sarcasm.

I'm officially crazy. What kind of person has a voice in their head that has feelings? Not a normal one, that's for sure.

Anyway, back on topic. Fang responded to my statement with, "I get it, Max. We can just stay friends for now."

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Thanks for understanding. You want to get back to the movie?"

"Of course, Max. I love watching you get scared."

"I DO NOT GET SCARED JUST BECAUSE OF MOVIES!" Fang laughed.

"Sure."

"I WILL SHOW YOU!"

"Sure."

"LEARN TO SPEAK IN COMPLETE SENTENCES!"

"I'm good."

She growled. And not like a little kid pretending to growl, like an actual growl. I almost shat a brick right then and there. But then again, this was pretty fun, so I wasn't complaining.

"I am about to severely injure you," she snarled menacingly.

I really hope she doesn't mean that. Because if she does, I am most certainly about to die.

So, children, how was that? Because it was over 2,000 words and 8 pages. That was quite tiring. But anyway, did you like it? Did it suck? I sure hope not. It feels great to be writing again, and you all still have my sincere apologies for not updating in so long.

Question: What's the most embarrassing/the stupidest thing you've ever done?