MPOV
Well, this morning was awkward. Even if Fang and I are on sorta-good-okayish-friendish-terms. But that doesn't count for anything.
So you're probably wondering how I woke up this morning.
To put it simple, I woke up with my face in a chest. Fang's chest. Our legs were tangled together, and his arms were wrapped around me tightly, so I was flush against him. AWK-WARD.
My first thought was: Where'd the pillow go? Followed by a chain of other random thoughts.
Where's my blanket?
Hmph. Fang, the blanket hogger.
Wait, why am I so warm?
Why does this smell so nice?
Why are my boobs squished?
And that's when I realized it. My blanket is gone. Because of Fang. I'm unusually warm. Because of Fang. It smells nice. Because of Fang. And my boobs are constricted. Because of Fan — Wait, WHAT?
That's when I realized the unthinkable. I'm tangled up with Fang.
Jumping away from him as quickly as I could, I used my feet to push him away from me, so he ended up rolling off the bed. Fang landed on the carpet with a thud, immediately waking up.
He got up and sat on the bed, glaring at me sleepily. Fang rubbed his eyes, blinking to get moisture back in them, before he properly glared at me. "What the frick, Max?"
I scowled at him, rubbing my arms. "Why are you 'what the frick'-ing me?" I snap.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I woke up falling off a bed!" he retorted, his words laced with sarcasm and anger.
My nose flared. "That can't be as bad as getting your personal space invaded! How would you feel if you woke up with your rack pressed up against a total stranger?" I shouted.
Fang raised his eyebrows. "Max, you are aware that I'm not a female and that I don't have that particular… appendage? Thus I could not possibly imagine what it must've felt like," he replied, rolling his dark eyes.
I glared at him, clenching my fists. "You know what I mean!" I growled in an animalistic manner.
"No, Max, I don't!" he yelled, stepping closer to me with every word. He's in my face now, his own face seemingly calm, although I can tell he's raging with anger. "Would you quit assuming things?"
"I don't assume things! Stop assuming things! You know nothing about me, you freaking dick-headed player!" I spat, my face red with rage.
He tilted his head back and laughed bitterly. "You do! And you just did! Why is it that whenever you assume something about me, it's always bad, and always makes me seem like I don't care shit about you!"
My mouth opened to disagree, but I closed it. "You care about me?"
Fang looks at me with irritation. "Of course I do! Do you think I wouldn't mind sleeping next to someone like you? Why do you think I offered to put a pillow there?"
Breathing heavily, my eyes narrowed again. "Oh, so you put a pillow there because you didn't want to sleep next to me? Because 'someone like me' disgusts you?"
"No!" he shouted, his voice full of irritation. "Because I cared about what you thought! I didn't want to make you uncomfortable!" By now, we were nose to nose, both of our hands clenched with rage.
"Garbage, Fang!" I hissed. "You're just a freaking player who doesn't give a damn about a girl's feelings."
His eyes widened before they narrowed. "There you go with assumptions, again! I am not a player! It was Stephanie's fault who made that rumor up because I wouldn't be another dude who'd go out with her!" Now, his nose was a centimeter from mine. "But you won't believe m —,"
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" A new voice shouted, as the door burst open. "I know how much you guys want an angry kiss, but no more yelling! You're scaring the kids!" Iggy came in, splitting us up.
My eyes immediately softened when he said we were scaring Angel and Shadow, as did Fang's. Angel's blonde head peeked out around the doorframe, her blue eyes wide and scared.
Feeling horrible about what Fang and I had done, my eyes trained downcast on the ground. Angel came running up to me, and she wrapped her tiny arms around me in a hug.
"I'm so sorry, Ange," I whispered, kissing her forehead softly.
She looked up at me with teary blue eyes. "You and Fang don't h-hate each other, right?" Angel hiccupped.
I shook my head no, only to catch a glimpse of Fang trying not to roll his eyes. Tensing up, Angel noticed, and she planted a sticky kiss on my cheek. "It'll all be alright, Max."
"What?" I ask, confused.
Giving me a small smile, Angel replied, "Everything." She held my hand, and we walked out of the room, Fang and Iggy following us.
Outside, in the kitchen, I saw Nudge watching Vincent and Gazzy play. When we entered, Gazzy immediately stopped doing what he and Vincent were playing, to run up to us. Well, more like to Angel.
He engulfed her in a hug, which she returned, almost causing me to sigh. With the two right next to each other, I fully realized how alike they look. It was almost too similar. "Hey Nudge," I began. "Are Gazzy and Angel… related?" I ask cautiously.
Gazzy looks up at me and nods. "She's my sister," he said, with a toothily smile.
"Ah," I sighed.
Nudge nods to confirm it. "That's why we came up here," she said. "And, to check on you and Fang," Nudge added in a whisper.
I rolled my eyes. "Sure." Glancing over at Fang and Iggy, they seemed to be in deep discussion, Fang, pissed. They were talking in hushed tones, so I couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
"Fang? Iggy?" I asked.
Iggy turned to me, plastering a bright smile on his face. "Yes, my dearest Max?" he asked dramatically.
"What's going on with you… two?" I wondered, avoiding Fang's intense gaze.
He looked over his shoulder at Fang, and then back at me. "Oh, nothing! Let's go tour the campus, shall we?" he asked giddily, holding his arm out for Nudge to take. Sighing, I hold onto Angel's hand, Fang with Vincent, and make sure Gazzy is holding hands with Ange.
We exit the door, and I turn around to lock it.
I hear the screech, before I see the monster who produced that noise. Her? AGAIN? I thought, sighing. Facing the noise — and the all but confused group — I put on the steeliest glare I can manage.
"What, Lissa?" I snap. And then I realize two people are next to her. Her husband, and her child.
