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Max yawned widely and glared at the ceiling drowsily. After a night of eating and goofing around with Maya all night at the little Italian place, Max supposed she should have been out cold. However, after eating so many pizza slices and hoagies earlier, she had been to full to eat anything when they finally got home at about 10 o'clock and had flopped into bed. Now, however, her stomach was making its hunger known and was rumbling so loud Max was surprised that every in the apartment wasn't up. Max tossed and turned a few more times, but it was in vain. Finally, with a huff, Max threw the black sheets off the bed and swung her legs over the side. She slid her feet into her fuzzy slippers and slipped on her robe. The short robe didn't go much father past the skimpy fabric of her short shorts but the long sleeves went well past the short sleeves of her sleeping shirt.
Max shuffled along the hallway, the colder air of the apartment causing her to shiver. She folded her arms over her chest and made her way into the kitchen. She bent down and rummaged through the refridgerator. Unfortuneltly, the only thing that she could find was Maya's stupid Greek yogurt. With a slight scowl, Max grabbed a cup of the yogurt and closed the fridge. As she turned around to start looking for a spoon, she came face to face with a dark-clad figure. Max let out a rather undignified shriek.
Fang tossed and turned uncomfortably on the lumpy couch in the apartment. He made a mental note to order a new one, it wasn't like he lacked the money. In a surprising show of emotion, Fang huffed and threw off his blankets. Though he appreciated the gesture, the blankets weren't that much more comfortable than the couch and he was sick and tired of scratching at them. As Fang was all set to call a cab and spend the night in a hotel, he heard a door somewhere down the hall open and shut. His curiosity piqued, Fang poked his head over the edge of the couch and waited to see who could possibly be up at three in the morning when they had work the next morning.
Soon, a figure shuffled their way into view. Fang's eyes narrowed in the darkness, attempting to make out whoever was up and walking around the apartment. He strained his eyes as best he could but all he could tell was that it was apparently a two-legged creature and was NOT a midget. Other than that, he could make out nothing. Walking forward and slipping silently up on the counter, his feet folded underneath him. As he got closer, he could safely say that it was one of the twins. Unless, of course, Iggy had grown his hair out, a pair of boobs, and taken to wearing short shorts with what appeared to be Spongebob slippers. Fang's early observations were confirmed when the figure opened up the fridge, letting a blinding light shine. Fang had to blink several times to get the spots swimming in his vision to go away. Judging solely by the slippers, Fang would hazard a guess that the person now rummaging through the fridge was Max. Her sister not only despised the kid's show, but she also slept like a rock and refused to eat past 10:30.
Max made a disgruntled noise with her head stuck in the fridge and Fang found his gaze drawn to something far different from Max's slippers. Specifically, her rear end which was sticking straight up in shorts that left not a whole lot to the imagination. Before Fang's mind could go much farther in the gutter, Max shut the fridge and stood up straight. Fang found himself both relieved and disappointed at the same time. However, whatever he may or may not be feeling, depending on what level of denial Fang was in, Fang's thoughts were abruptly cut off. Max had decided that at that moment, she was going to turn around. And shriek.
Fang lunged off the counter and quickly clamped his hand over her mouth. He shot her a glare as he listened to the sounds of the apartment, listening intently to any sounds that anyone had heard Max's shriek. Fang was paying so much attention to the muffled groan that emanated from the direction of Iggy's bedroom that he completely missed the furious look Max sent him. However, he in no way missed the disgusting sensation of Max licking his palm.
"Urgh!" Fang exclaimed as he quickly wiped his palm on his flannel sleep pants. "What was that for?"
"Creeping up on me in the middle of the night!" Max hissed. She seemed to have taken Fang's 'advice' and not spoken loudly.
"Hey, I was sleeping peacefully on the couch, you're the one creeping around," Fang shot back, stretching the truth ever so slightly.
"Then why the hell are you up and creeping?" Max asked.
Fang pursed his lips and said, "I woke up because I heard a door open and close and I wanted to know who was up."
"Well can't you do that without creeping?" Max asked, her whisper sounding harsh in the stillness of the apartment.
"I wasn't creeping!" Fang protested.
"Right," Max drew the word out tauntingly and started rummaging around in the cabinets closest to her.
"What are you doing?" Fang asked in exasperation. Max shot him a look and waved the yogurt in her hand around by way of an explanation. Fang got what she was saying and made his way across the kitchen. Without a word, he pulled the drawer next to the stove open and took out a spoon. He made a move to give it to Max, but when the blonde girl made a grab for it, he yanked it back. He did it a few more times until he could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. Deciding it was in his best interests to hand over the spoon to save himself, Fang finally gave Max the spoon. With an aggravated glare, she plopped down on the couch.
Fang went into the fridge and fished out a yogurt for himself, grabbed a spoon, and a box full of granola crumbles. He went and sat next to Max on his previous bed and handed her the granola. When she looked at him skeptically, he shoved a spoonful of his own yogurt in his mouth and said, "Trust me."
While he and Max were eating their yogurt, Fang turned on the TV. Max grabbed the remote and started clicking through the channels. Whenever she passed by a show that Fang thought looked interesting, Fang would full on jump across the couch and try to wrestle the remote from Max's grasp. This led to Max and Fang wrestling around on the couch over a TV remote. The third time this happened, Fang pinned Max on the couch and snatched the remote victoriously from her grasp. He was about to start gloating when he noticed what position they were in. He also noticed that Max was an impressive shade of red. Oops.
Max felt like her face was on fire. Fang was currently pinning her down on the couch, the TV remote they had been fighting over laying forgotten to the side. He was also shirtless. Very much shirtless. With abs that were impressive. Which she could see due, again to the fact that he was shirtless. Did she mention the lack of shirt, because it was really quite distracting.
By this point, Fang was also blushing now and he quickly climbed off of her, the remote clutched in his hand. He and Max sat in an awkward silence for some time, until Fang broke the silence. "Max..." he asked softly and hesitantly.
Max sighed and asked in just as hushed tones, "What pervert?"
Fang gave her a halfhearted glare but said slowly, as if testing the waters, "What's tattooed on your shoulder?"
Max took a few deep breaths and she said, "When did you see that?"
Fang turned a darker shade of red and he mumbled slightly, "Uh, earlier this morning."
Neither of the two said anything as Fang tried to fight the horrible blush that was creeping up his neck and Max was fighting every instinct to reach over and throttle Fang. It was taking more self control than she actually knew she possessed.
Finally she said, "It's a pair of wings. It's got 'Fly on' written underneath."
Fang nodded uncomfortably and tried to think of something, anything, to say. Luckily for him, Max stepped in to the rescue. She grabbed back the TV remote and switched the channel to late night Spongebob reruns. Fang shot her a scowl but sat back on his lumpy couch and spent the rest of the night laughing with Max, the tattoo incident long forgotten.
Max's eyes were sticky with sleep and she yawned and stretched, her hand hitting something warm. "Oh please not again," she muttered to herself as she rolled over and came face-to-abs with Fang's stomach. Fang gave a noise of protest at the loss of heat and made to grab Max again. "Fang," Max mumbled as she ran her hands through her sleep tangled hair. "Fang wake up." When Fang gave no signs of having heard her, Max elbowed him slightly in the gut. However, it must have been harder than she thought because Fang snapped awake with a grunt of pain.
Max watched as confusion flitted across Fang's face as he looked around drowsily, still trying to piece last night together. When he finally grasped that the two of them had somehow managed to end up tangled in the blankets that Fang had sworn he had tossed off of the couch at some point last night, Max was out of the mess of blankets and moving into the kitchen. Fang groaned and asked groggily, "What time is it?'"
Max checked the clock on the oven as she started warming up the coffee machine, "4:52. What time do we have to be at set today?"
Fang thought for a moment and replied, "I think it's 7:30. What do we do until then?"
"Sleep," Max said immediately on reflex.
"Nope," Fang shook his head. "Iggy and Maya will be getting up in like twenty minutes and will be shouting at us to get up. Too troublesome."
Max stuck her tongue out in Fang but it was cut short by a jaw-popping yawn. "Well Mr. Smartypants, what do you suggest we do then?"
Fang looked thoughtful for a moment before his eyes lit up. He gestured Max over and whispered into Max's ear. Max listened with her face expressionless before she turned to him, her eyes wide, and nodded enthusiastically.
"Holy shit," Max moaned in pure heaven as she gasped, "This is amazing."
Fang smirked at her and asked, "You like that?" All Max could do was nod through her pleasure. Fang smirked again and took another sip of his coffee as he leaned back in his chair.
"How'd you even find this place?" Max asked around a mouthful of doughnut. It was one of those icing and sprinkles one that drips in doughnut glaze that you just know is horrific for your health but it's so good that you can't care. She had two more doughnuts on a plate in front of her and a coffee much like Fang's resting next to the side. "It's amazing."
"I was being chased by a very vicious group of fangirls and I dove in through here. The guy who runs it is pretty chill and he lets me hide out here whenever they're getting bad," Fang explained.
Max sipped at her coffee and asked, "What the hell is a fangirl."
Fang chuckled and elaborated, "They're a not-rare-enough breed of girls that are very terrifying. They follow me around screaming and shrieking and they know far too much about me. It's disturbing, but they follow me around and ask for pictures, and autographs and babies."
"Babies?" Max sputtered, coughing on her coffee and pounding on her chest.
"Oh yeah," Fang said seriously as he impassively sipped at his coffee. "There was this one chick. She was scary beyond belief. She knew how much I weighed at birth, what hospital I was born in, and what the middle name of my doctor was. She tracked me down with a GPS and screamed out that she wanted my children when I was like twelve. It prompted my mother to then give me The Talk which was the most scarring day ever. "
Max threw her head back and laughed while Fang smiled.
Bridget Dwyer smiled at her good luck. *Snap*. She looked down at the screen on her camera and grinned at the photograph displayed. This was TOO good.
So I thought that I knew where I was going with this. I didn't and veju la, this was made. Sorry this took so long, my laptop decided it didn't want to work anymore and it died. Stupid technology...
So, I've decided that because I'm getting a minority complex and I feel inadequate, until you all review ten times, no update for you. If you double that number, I'll speed up my release date. So go. Go now. I dare you.
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