Only after a few minutes of resting my eyes, I suddenly felt that familiar prickly sensation on the back of my neck. I gasped and sat up straight.
"Sleeping on the job?"
Fang was sitting on the couch facing me. He was leaning on his back and resting his arm on his stomach.
"I wasn't sleeping, you just scared me," I lowered my head to look at my feet. "How long have you been sitting here?"
"Ten minutes."
"Oh," I sighed. "You should be in bed."
"So should you."
I forced myself to look up at him. He was starring at me intently, like he was trying to figure something out.
"What?" I asked nervously.
"Nothing."
I shifted in my seat and looked back at the ground. I could feel his eyes on me, reading me like a book. I hated him sitting here for some reason. It was uncomfortable being near him for some reason.
"What's wrong?"
I looked back up at him and saw him leaning forward now. His face became softer than before, and his dark eyes showed a little bit of concern. Anybody else would just say he was blank, but I could always tell what was there.
"What?" I shrugged and forced a small smile.
Fang narrowed his eyes at me. "Why won't you look at me?"
His question caught me off guard. I opened my mouth to answer, but then shut it. I didn't feel like explaining my feelings to him, especially now.
"My arm is fine Max. It's just a war wound." He smirked.
I started back at him blankly. His smirk quickly faded, and his face turned back to stone.
"What is it then?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, okay?" I was getting annoyed.
"Fine." Fang got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone on the couch.
I don't know why I felt so depressed. It's pathetic. I know I felt bad about Fang, but it's going too far. I took in a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Fang was sitting at the table eating leftovers. He didn't even look up when I came into the room.
"Fang," I sighed. He looked up at me for a few seconds, but then went back to eating.
"I'm sorry okay. I sorry you got shot. I'm sorry that it…"
"Max," Fang said as he got up to take his plate to the sink. "It's fine. Don't be sorry."
"How could I not be sorry? You got shot in the arm, because you had to go and save me."
"Max you were dying," He said with twinge of frustration in his voice. "How could I not help you? Someone was going to get hurt anyways. And if I wasn't shot, the Erasers could have taken us away or something. So just leave it."
I starred at him with wide eyes. He was actually getting mad at me now. I started to feel a little more annoyed with him too.
"So you're getting mad at me for apologizing for something that was my fault?" I shot back at him, putting my hand on my hip.
He turned to face me and clenched his fist.
"No, I'm mad at the fact they you are apologizing for something you didn't do. It's not always your fault Max." His face became hard.
"Well if I had fought harder I'd had gotten away and prevented it. If I made everyone leave the house sooner, then this wouldn't have happened. And that stupid brain attack…"
"Will you stop?" Fang said, cutting me off.
"What?"
"Stop pretending like you're such a failure. You have no idea how annoying it is having to hear you pity yourself everyday. That just ends up hurting you more. You're not the Damsel in Distress Max. So just shut up." His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were filled with anger.
I walked over to him so we were face to face. "Well, I guess I annoy you too."
"Oh, go get a violin. It's just as depressing as you are." He stood over me so that I was standing only up to his chin.
Without even thinking I pushed him. He stumbled back a little and hit his butt on the counter.
"Oh My Gosh! I'm So Sorry!" I gasped.
Fang didn't respond, he just stood up and glared at me. Then he pushed be back so I hit the wall. I looked at him with my hanging open. He smirked at me one last time and walked passed me.
"Hey. What are you doing?" I said, following him into the living room.
"What?"
"You're just going to leave it at that?" I gestured to the kitchen.
"You're funny." Fang said as he shook his head.
"Why?"
"Because you couldn't think of anything else to say, so you pushed an injured guy."
"No, well, no." I stuttered. Fang just snickered at me and sat down. A bubble of anger rose inside of me, and I was not going to let him get away with that.
"Well, Mr. Fang. You think I'm so annoying? Try living with you." I said, crossing my arms.
"Tell me, what is so annoying about me?"
"Well, for one thing you never tell me if you're hurt. You go off by yourself all the time. You act like a blank wall. You don't every say anything. You keep your feeling to yourself, so no one, including me, knows what is going on inside of you. You…"
"Hey. What's wrong with that?" He got up and walked over to where I was standing.
"What?"
"Keeping stuff to myself."
"Because, Fang, sometimes…" I paused.
I wasn't sure how I was going word my explanation. I didn't want to sound like an idiot, especially now.
"See, you can't think of anything." He said as he turned around to walk away.
"Because it scares me, okay." I turned away to hide the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes.
"Why?"
I sucked back my tears and turned to face him. He was looking at me sadly, like he actually felt bad.
"I don't know, just because you don't tell me when you're hurt. I don't want you to end up back in the hospital. And, I never know how you feel. You don't ever tell me."
A single tear drop rolled down my cheek. Fang came towards me and brushed it away.
"Sorry. I didn't know."
"It's not a big deal." I said, trying to play it off. I didn't want to cry in front of him. That would have been more stupid.
He brush back my hair and looked at me softly. Then he wrapped his good arm around me and held me tightly. This was so unlike Fang, but I didn't care. I hugged him back and sighed. The feeling of safety washed over me, and I wanted to save it forever.
Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Fang must have heard it too, because he let go a little. Iggy came walking into the room, rubbing his hair.
"Can you two keep it down a little? Some of us are trying to sleep."
I laughed and wiped away the rest of the tears that were still caught in my eyes. Fang smirked and looked the other way.
"Sorry Ig, didn't mean to wake you." I said, holding the rest of my laughter.
"Seriously, you guys fight like cats and dogs." Then Iggy smiled, "Or like a divorced couple."
I felt my cheeks heat up. Fang's eyes were on me, so I turned away to hide my blush.
"Sorry Ig. You two go to bed. I'll watch now." Fang said.
"Okay, fine with me." Iggy said as he turned around to go back upstairs.
"Night, Mom and Dad." He called over his shoulder.
"Iggy, go to bed." I yelled back playfully.
"Max, you go on up. I'm fine." Fang said, after Iggy was gone.
"No, I'm probably not gonna sleep. And besides, you're the injured one."
"Yes, but you don't seem to have a problem with that, seeing how you pushed me." He walked over to the couch and sat down.
I smiled and sat down on the couch opposite him. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"Goodnight Max." He whispered.
"I'm only resting my eyes." I said. But before I knew it, I had drifted of to sleep.
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