Hey guys. It's a school day, and so far I'm missing 3 not so important homework to write this chapter less rushed. I hope you're happy! But I really don't do homework anyways, so I really don't girl. Believe I wasn't like this in 3rd grade. I used to want to do my homework, but I changed, a lot! Now people call me emo! I'm not emo! What makes them think that?
Fang: Maybe it's the fact that your favorite color is black, you wear your hair so it covers your right eye most of the time and you listen to Metal and Rock. Also that you can sing just like Evanescence!
Me: Okay, but I don't wear all black. My dad won't let me. I have a theory about that. And it covers my eyes because I like my hair messy! And nothing is wrong with Metal and Rock music. And how is it scary that I sang all the high notes to Sweet Sacrifice without my voice breaking?
Fang: *Shrugs shoulders* we're judge very easily aren't we?
Me: Yeah. Anyways enjoy!
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Yeah, that was like from two weeks ago. Sorry. You guys are probably (actually not probably, but you are mad) mad at me but I got grounded over some piece of paper and lately I've been getting detentions. And now my parents are accusing me of a vow I made to myself before I started school. That I'd never ever get detentions. I mean I don't remember that. *looks guilty and coughs*
Anyways, one of you said that you wanted longer chapters so yeah. Expect the upcoming chapters like 3, 4, or 5 pages longs. Maximum is 6 pages. Yeah and guys I posted two new ideas for the next story idea now so… yeah go vote. I decided to keep the Author's note above to prove to you guys I was updating during school days instead of just the weekends. And I already read Angel. The ending left me kind of satisfied but not happy. Now we have to wait another year to see how the series ends. Great… thanks a lot JP, NOT! Ugh. Here you guys go. Oh and did any of you see Lady Gaga's performance at the Grammy's? I did and I loved it. Kind of creepy though. Here you guys go.
Disclaimer: I can only wish… *sigh*
Fang P.O.V.
I stood there shocked. Luckily Iggy wasn't here to see the shock across my face. Max tried to commit suicide? All of this was too much for me. I never thought Max would be this extreme! After a few minutes I had to call Nudge to bring me my pajamas. Since I was staying over to watch Max, I couldn't stay in these clothes. I pressed the number 3 for Nudge's speed dial. "Hello? Fang? Why are you calling?" she asked. "I- I… Max asked me to come over for a sleepover sort of thing. Can you bring me my pj's and sleeping bag?"I asked. "Oh, do you like her? Does she like you? Is that why she asked you over? Are you guys in a secret relationship? Oh, that sounds like Romeo and Juliet! I read that book, the Shakespeare's way, which is the original one, the kid English version and the vampire version. I got to say I liked that ending better. I think that author copied Stephenie Meyer. But I think that version was written before Twilight came out so… you know I'm in the mood for watching the movies. I can't wait till Breaking Dawn comes out! I'm going-"Nudge started to ramble.
"Nudge! Nudge! Shut up please. I don't really have the time and the attitude to deal with the Nudge Channel right now, okay? I'm sorry. Just bring me what I asked you please? Thank you", I said, my voice exasperated. "Okay Fang. I'm sorry I'll be right there. Just give me a minute. Okay? I also got to put some make up on. I can't go out in public looking plain! Oh, maybe I can-", Nudge started to ramble, but I hung up the phone before her droning made me ears bleed. I love that girl to death, but sometimes (most) of the times she needs to control her mouth. She can probably kill the undead, and they're already dead, technically. I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. What would make Max to try and kill herself? It doesn't make sense unless Max isn't satisfied with anything in her life. Maybe that's why she cuts herself and has those bruises on her arms.
She doesn't seem the much masochistic person. And if she does hurt herself than why didn't anyone helped her? Specially Iggy, since he cares for her like a sister. After a few minutes there was a knock on the front door. It must be Nudge, bringing my stuff. The girl took her time. She probably noticed I hung up about 2 minutes ago, so caught up on her rambling. I answered the door and saw Nudge standing there, with my stuff. "Hey Fang. That was rude you hung up on me! Oh well I guess I deserve it anyways for rambling. Now can you tell me why you're staying over at Max's house?"she asked. "Look Nudge, things are kind of complicated with Max. I'll tell you when I know more, okay Nudge? And I'm sorry for hanging up on you. I didn't mean to, I'm just over whelmed with this Max thing. But you're still my favorite girl", I said grabbing Nudge in a hug, but then grabbed her into a headlock. "Fang! Stop, you're gonna mess up my hair!"she screamed, laughing. I cracked a smile and that was a nearly a laugh to them. I let go of her and she hugged me back.
"I love you too Fang! Sweet dreams and tell Max I said hi", she said and left. I closed the door and walked upstairs to Max's room. I knocked on her door and when she didn't respond I walked in. she was lying facing the wall away from the door. She was breathing normally, so I knew she wasn't sleeping, yet. "Max? I know you're awake. C'mon, talk to me", I said, setting down my stuff and walking forwards slowly towards her bed. She still didn't answer me. "Max, don't be mean. I'm trying to be nice and I want to help you. Please, I need to know what happened. If not I can't help you", I said now approaching her bed. I gave her 2 minutes to answer me and to give her, her space.
Just I was about to ask her again to tell me , she rolled over and faced me. "Fang, you know nothing about me. Only Iggy knows what's really going on. Even then it took me a long time to tell him what was really wrong with me. And I did it because I started to trust him. He's like my brother, so now you are going to give me 3 reasons on why I should trust you", she said, sitting up and meeting me eyes. Was she really going to make me do this? Why does she have to be so difficult? "Max, are you seriously gonna make me do this? Isn't this a little childish?" I asked her. "You tell me. If you really do care about me like you say you do, then prove it", she said crossing her arms across her chest and giving me her stubborn look.
"Fine, number one. Max I really want to help you and if I didn't I wouldn't bother asking you what's wrong. Number two, my practically calls me emo, because they think I don't show emotion. It's not that I'm emo, but I just don't like showing emotion. But I'm showing you emotion when I ask what's wrong and you see the worry on my face. Number three, I barely know you and I already want to help you. Is that good enough good for you?" I asked her crossing my arms across my chest like her. She stared at me like I didn't get something, and I was growing more exasperated with her. It's been weeks since I met her and I knew since then that something was wrong.
After a minute of staring at each other she told me. "I said to prove it to me. That means you're gonna have to prove it to me. Not tell me okay?" she said and then laid down again but still looking at me in the eye. "Max, please. I know you're not okay and I know you know I know (Sorry about that. Only way to explain it). So why can't you just tell me?" I asked her, kneeling next to her bed so I was at her level. "Fang, please. If you really want to help me, just prove to me I can trust you. Please, Fang", she responded. I knew it was gonna take a long time to prove her that, so I was going to start now.
"Fine. I will. I'm going to take care of you. I'll show you that you can trust me", I said. She looked at me doubtfully and surprised. "If you want to, I'm not stopping you", she said. "I do want to waste my time and convince you, that I am trustworthy. Now hold still. I'll be right back", I whispered getting up and going down to the kitchen. I checked all her cupboards, until I found what I was looking for.
I prepared us hot chocolate with whip cream, some milk, and marshmallows. (Yummy, it's my favorite winter snack. And its winter now! Yay) I brought them upstairs carefully and entered Max's room. She was facing the opposite wall again and by her normal breathing, I knew she wasn't asleep yet, again. I set them down and sat on her bed. The moment I sat down she turned around to face me. I gave her half a smile and offered her the hot chocolate. She sat up and took it, the cup heating up her cold fingers. She returned that half smile and took a sip from the hot chocolate. I saw her eyes filled with awe but sadness. What brought that on?
"Thanks. How did you find it, I thought we didn't have any", she said. "Somehow I found some downstairs. I have a gift", I said to her. She didn't reply. She just looked down at the chocolate and sipped it. I took my mug and started drinking mine. After a few moments of silence-the not awkward ones-I was about to speak up when she did. "You know, before my mom di-left, she used to make me hot chocolate when I was upset, sad, scared, or cold. She also would make me little snacks when I would get home. We would go to the backyard and draw constellations in the summer. In winter we would watch scary movies or play video games all night. She was very cool", she said looking up at me when she was done.
I was shocked she would say this. Did she trust me that much already? Being Max I would expect her to take light years to trust me like that. I noticed she was expecting me to say something. "Wow. I'm sorry. Did this remind you of her?"I asked unsure of what to say. "Yeah. You brought hot chocolate and she would've done the same", she whispered, staring off into space, sadness in her chocolate eyes. "Why did she leave?"I asked all of a sudden.
She looked at me and held my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I acted on impulse", I explained quickly. She smiled, some of that sadness leaving her eyes. "It's okay", she said, but then her face turned series. "That's what I'd like to know, Fang. Why did she leave", she whispered. She took another sip of her hot chocolate and finished it. She set the mug down on bedside table, and laid down again. I finished mine and set it next to hers.
"Um, I know Iggy asked you to babysit me after what happened tonight. So do you have your jamies or what?"she asked looking up at me. I cracked a full smile. "Jamies? Does it look like I wear Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle PJ's? If so, then I don't know in what planet you live on", I said. She started laughing at her joke. I love how her smile makes her brown eyes melt and look like chocolate. "Nah. Nudge brought over my stuff. Guess I'm going to have to sleep on the floor since I believe you don't have a guest room", I said. She nodded her head.
"Be right back. Gonna get my stuff", I said and jogged out the door. I grabbed my stuff from where I left them and went back inside. "Where can I change?"I asked Max. She pointed to a door in front the bed and I went inside. She had her own bathroom just like my room. I would be expecting something pink in any girl's bathroom but Max, I wasn't sure. Everything seemed fine. Like a normal bathroom. (Ima skip this part. Ha ha ha. I'm sorry. I'll make it up. Someday…)
As I was putting away my clothes I noticed bloody bandages in the trash can. I know people shouldn't snoop around other people's stuff but my curiosity got the better of me. I checked through the cupboard under the sink and noticed a bunch of first aid kits, more bandages, but the scariest part was that there was a knife, with dried blood on it. I knew asking Max would deny the answer of my question, but I would ask Iggy instead. He should know what the heck Max does with that knife.
Max P.O.V
I knew I probably shouldn't have let Fang into my bathroom. He could figure out everything I've tried so hard to hide. But he doesn't seem like the kind that snooped around. But then, no one is who they seem. I'll have to be extra careful around him. And I also knew Iggy would make me tell someone. But I'll just go to some community center and enter some group therapy. I know that would at least hold Iggy into telling anyone for at least 3 months or so. It isn't much time, but it is enough for me to figure out a plan. The reason I'm afraid of telling anyone is because of the day Jeb threatened to come after me and murder me slowly if he ended up in jail because of me. And I believe him because if he can hurt his daughter senseless without caring, he can surely kill her and be able to live with the guilt. I have to do something soon I can please both sides. But when will I ever please myself? When will fate finally let me care about myself for a day?
Okay guys… hope you liked this chapter! I want to leave it on another cliffy. I'm EVIL! (Thunder sound) Mwahahaha. So I'm asking you guys to give me over or 110 reviews and all of you will get Fang and/or Iggy. You will also get 20 of Iggy's Pancakes for breakfast, cupcakes for a snack and chocolate chip cookies for desert after dinner. And vote again or check out the two new ideas on my poll. I'll try to update 3 or 4 times in the week. Oh and I really don't like my username and I'm probably gonna change it. If you agree with me give me ideas on a new username. Until then my darlings. Madam R.