Oh wow, it's been a while since I updated last huh? I'm super sorry about that! There has just been too much on my plate lately to be able to get to this as often as I want. Again people, bug me if I don't update in way too long! Yell at me if that's what it takes! Anyway, I'll try to be better but no guarantees. I am going to try my hardest to get up the next one next weekend but I am currently failing 2 classes so that is kind of my priority. So sorry for the long wait... again. Enjoy and review! Love you all who do!
DISCLAIMER: The characters? Not mine. Plot? Heck yes!
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MPOV-
The new hot topic: Fang and I. That's the dirt everyone wants. And short one-word answers don't cut it for these people. No, they do need every single dirty detail… well if there were any dirty details. Which there weren't! I mean, Ella even called and asked about it yesterday. You thought news traveled fast at your high school, you should check out the bird kid gossip line sometime. Nothing can stay a secret from those information piranhas. Just the tiniest bit of gossip gets them all worked up in a frenzy. Seriously, don't they have anything better to do than become a fan of my love life? Huh, obviously not.
Truthfully, the standing between us is pretty unknown even to me. I have no idea where we are. These past three days things haven't been exactly the same but we also haven't gone full-blown boyfriend-girlfriend yet. He does give me sweet smiles, secret glances and meaningful grazes if we pass one another around the house. Fang's been beyond caring and is maybe just a little cautious after our twisted history. After the date we haven't kissed or held hands or anything too couple like. Although it's easy to tell there is something more that lies beneath the surface.
But overall I'm glad Fang is trying to rush into this too quickly 'cause its all basically foreign to me. Fang is the closest I've ever gotten to a real relationship that wasn't family oriented. I really like the experience, but I want times to get accustom to it at my own pace. Fang is absolutely perfect at just that, letting my adjust at my own speed. He is over all the perfect guy. I couldn't ask for anyone better. In fact, I may just love.
Man, so many thoughts have been swirling around since last Saturday. Hard to believe its only a typical Tuesday, it feels like everyone should be anxious and giddy about who knows what. But no. It's only me, myself and I on that list.
"You can put me on that list too Max, I wanna know!" Angel piped up from across the table. Oh yeah, did I mention it's a new habit of mine to drift off during dinner? Yup, go ahead and laugh, everyone else does. A lot.
"What list sweetie?" I asked playing dumb.
"You know, The List." She said accentuating the last two words and even throwing in a n angelic wink.
"What the hel…ck are you guys talking about?" Gazzy begged and thankfully corrected his almost mistake. The kid is ten, he should not be swearing.
"It's nothing Gaz, drop it." I said offhandedly hoping he'd give up. Please, please just move onto a new topic I begged some unseen force.
"Fine." He huffed. "Leave me out, I don't care."
"Trust me little man, I don't think you want to know." Iggy offered. "Probably just girly crap."
Luckily, the phone rang before the Gasman could rebuttal. And yes, we do have a phone and my mom is basically the only one who knows the reason. Jeb, might but I don't really care. He's not a part of my life anymore. I just can't trust him.
"Hello?" I answered expectantly into the receiver.
"Hi Max! How are you?" My mom replied cheerfully, as always.
"I'm good, so is everyone else." I supplied a little loud so the flock knew I was talking about them.
"Hi Val!" Everyone chorused so perfectly in unison it might sound like we practiced it or something.
"Hello to you, too." She chuckled. "So, what are you up to? I'm not interrupting am I?" Sigh, always a mother.
"Nah, we're just finishing up dinner."
"Oh, good. I have some really great mews then!" She almost shouted. Obviously she had been holding this in from the start.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"It's spring break for Ella next week and I'm able to get off so we are going to come visit for a while." Mom announced, excited as all get out. Heck I was too, I hadn't seen my mom in months.
"No way! Oh sweet, I cant wait to tell the guys. How long you stayin'?" I wondered hopefully.
"About nine days, I think. We'll get in on Friday and leave two Sundays afterwards. I don't think I want Ella missing school." She explained.
"Awesome. I can't wait until you guys get here."
"Me either, but sweetie I have to go." Mom declared unhappily. "Last minute call from the office. Emergency, sorry."
"It's okay, I understand. See you Friday."
"Yes, you will. Tell the others. Love you all. Bye!"
"Bye Mom." And I hung up.
By now everyone got the gist of what was going on and were just as happy as me. Nudge and Angel start skipping around the house arm in arm singing "they're coming, they're coming!" Gazzy had busted into some random happy dance with Iggy, who expertly copied all of Gazzy's moves seconds after him. How he does it I will never know. But I do know he's excited. Iggy and Ella are basically best friends; joined at the hip when together. Even Fang had a giant smile plastered on his face as he sat still at the table. We all love my mom. How could you not?
"Alright, I know you're all wound up and everything but they won't be here until Friday and the kitchen won't clean itself." I reminded them, feeling bad I had to rain on their parade.
"Way to kill a mood." Iggy joked as he gathered up dishes. "But you got dish duty tonight." He said triumphantly.
"I just did it!" I defended.
"Yeah," Ig snorted. "Like two weeks ago. You and Fang got it now."
"Ugh, whatever." I groaned.
"Ha, later suckers." He boasted and waltzed out of the room.
The clearing and washing of the table was pretty uneventful by our standards. In other words, the kitchen survived Fang and I for more than half an hour this time. Woo, new record! Anyway, moving on.
Fang and I stood hip to hip at the sink while washing and rinsing the abundant pile of dishes maybe a little closer than normal. But not close enough for anyone else to notice of course.
"The kitchen and us have survived so far." Fang speculated obviously on the same thought track as me. I mean, what else is new?
"Yeah, I'm pretty surprised." I thought out loud.
"Surprised but also a little disappointed." He sighed overly gloomy to get a point across. Fang and his theatrics.
"Disappointed? Why? We finally kept the kitchen clean!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, but we got a reputation to uphold. And it's just so much fun to clean up after ourselves." He added the last bit sarcastically. Hmmm… cleaning up after us? No, not so much. Spending quality time with Fang? Uh lets just put it this way: It's not a downside for sure.
"There is also one more part I enjoy." He muttered mischievously grinning like a sly fox. Oh no, he better not be thinking what I think- *SPLASH* "That part is always fun." Fang laughed at my drenched self. Yes, as a matter of fact, Fang did slosh a bowl full of soapy water onto my person. As to why? We don't need a flashback to the Pizza Fiasco, I hope.
"You. Jerk." I muttered angrily. "Look what you did!" I shouted referring to the dripping me and soaking wet floor. Fang, unfortunately, did look and blushed faintly and darted his gaze up quickly.
Oh geez, please oh please tell me I'm not wearing the shirt I think I'm wearing. Peering down I internally cringed when I saw the thin white and now see through white tee shirt I had on. Great, so Fang just got a nice look of my purple and black polka-dotted bra.
"This is, well…. You know- how about…" I stuttered embarrassingly. "You're dead." I finally decided.
Grabbing hold of the faucet, I pulled it until the hose was out as far as possible and turned it on, aiming straight for Fang. The stream came out and hit his retreating back and it chased him all around the kitchen. You think he'd be smart enough to leave the kitchen where the water would no longer be available, but no. I guess Fang is lacking in the common sense area as well lately.
"I thought we were even!" He protested. Pff, big baby. He's the one that started it!
"Yeah, were being the key word!" I laughed as a jet hit him in the face and his wet hair flopped down in his equally wet face. "Oh, what? A little water too much for the mighty Fang to handle?" I cooed.
"You could at least make it warm." Fang complained as he grabbed a cutting board for a shield.
"Not a chance." I scoffed rolling my eyes.
For at least five more minutes I attacked Fang with the kitchen faucet, totally saturating the place. Oh man, we were not in for a fun clean up job. Then again, not many clean up jobs are much fun. Suddenly my stomach clenched when the cutting board clattered to the floor and Fang was nowhere in sight. Okay, don't freak out. He's probably just behind the island. Or invisible. Nothing to worry about.
"Fang?" I called tentatively. My soaked sneakers squelched as I paced around the edge of the counter. What I saw wasn't really what I was expecting, that's for sure. All Fang had done was sit down criss-cross-applesauce on the linoleum. And he was just… sitting there, dripping everywhere.
"So…. whatcha doin?" I asked curiously and little confused.
"Oh you know, just sitting. Join me." Fang offered patting the ground right on a puddle. Eh, I was already soaked, whatever. Didn't have much to loose. Shrugging, I plopped myself down smack dab in the puddle, well just because I could.
"Mind telling me why you're sitting here?" I questioned again.
"Down here beats up there where I was getting wet." He stated simply. Huh, makes sense, weird. "So…" He trailed off.
"Soo… what?"
"We never really talked about it, but I really had fun Saturday." Fang mutter quietly, almost self-consciously. I grinned kind of dopily. That was sweet. Fang doesn't usually do sweet either.
"Me too. It was really great." I said happily. "We should do it again." I blurted out before I fully realized what I said. By natural response a blush flooded my face and I looked away. Okay. Wow. I just basically asked Fang out. I mean yeah, we've already been on a date but it's still… not normal. And isn't it usually the guy that asks first?
"Yeah. Again." He agreed somewhat hesitantly as if he hadn't heard me right. "Cool." Slowly, Fang started to lean towards me for well, obvious reasons. Comfortably, I titled forward to meet him in the middle, but right as I thought he was going to kiss me Fang smoothly moved just enough to the side so his lips were near my ear.
"We should probably clean up the kitchen now." He chuckled evilly. He knew what I was expecting and sooo did that on purpose. Well isn't he just a freaking comedian tonight? Yeah, he's not getting off that easy.
Gripping the back of his neck I forced his face to mine and kissed him not exactly gently. After a couple of seconds I began to laugh even though our lips were still connected. Fang pulled away slightly confused but thoroughly pleased by my actions. I'm not going to say I didn't really not enjoy it either. (Yeah, think on that one for a minute!)
"Have fun cleaning up." I murmured tauntingly. Pecking him on the cheek I jumped up and ran to get a better shirt on. Hope he gets as much pleasure from moping as he does from kissing me. It will make the job so much faster. Boys. Always a sucker for a kiss.
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