Yola, peeps.
Thank you soooo much to everyone who reviewed! I'll have your names posted specially! Because, by the way, this story is almost over. The next chapter will be the last. Maybe even this one. Who knows?
"Pleeeeeease, Max!"
"Uh, no way in –," I stopped myself. "I am not wearing that."
"Come on, Max," begged Nudge.
"Yeah, Max," pleaded Angel, "It's your first date with Fang."
No it's not, I thought. Best that they didn't know that though.
"You know what," I started, possibly too agreeable to the outfit, "It is my first date with Fang. And I should wear something pretty."
Angel looked confused and Nudge looked extremely excited.
"But I'm Max. I don't really do things I should do. So I'm still not wearing it."
Nudge sighed. Angel hung her head down with Nudge. They both started toward the door.
Angel turned around at the last moment. "Just thought you'd want to wear something to match what Fang's wearing."
WHAT??
**************************BOW-CHICKA-BOW-WOW!!************************************
"Iggy, I refuse to wear this," Fang said plainly.
"Come on, you should," Iggy bribed, "What if Max wears something nice? You'll feel out of place."
"You and I both know Max would never wear something nice unless it was by force. She'll probably show up in a sweatshirt and jeans."
"I dunno, dude. Your choice," Iggy said as he left the room.
Fang knew Max. Like, really well. He was pretty sure of himself when it came to Max's fashion sense. Then again, Max was a girl. They're known to change moods without warning.
Fang looked back in the mirror and held the black outfit up to him. Iggy was right, black's his color. Then again, Iggy's blind. But known to have a fashion sense.
Fang made his choice. He was going to wear the outfit Iggy found for him, even though it was a little out there. For Fang, that is.
But he would not walk out there without making some… necessary adjustments.
************AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****************************
Ms. Martinez sat in the kitchen, waiting for Iggy to finish cooking dinner. It was sad it had come to this; a blind fifteen year-old boy being a better cook than herself. It was true though; he was amazing at it.
"So, what is this, some kind of chickeney white saucey thing?" she said, looking over the counter.
"Uh, yeah, you could call it that," he said, smiling.
"Well, too bad Max and Fang can't have it, it smells delic—," Iggys interrupted her by holding up one finger.
"What?"
"Someone's coming down the stairs."
Sure enough, Fang walked into the kitchen wearing a tux-ish thing without a tie or anything. Not very formal, but still… attractive? (Okay, sorry, that might sound really creepy coming from Max's mom, but she's just explaining how it looks)
Fang sat down at the table and started drumming three fingers on the table, looking nervous.
"Are you sure it isn't too much Iggy? I think it is. Maybe I should go get changed. Yeah, I'll go get changed."
"No, Fang, wait –," but he was already out the door. Iggy rolled his eyes and continued to stir.
******************RAWR! FEAR ME!!!!!!*************************************************
Fang walked quickly out of the kitchen to change into something less weird, and began his way up the stairs.
******************************so soon? wow, ur crazy, fangimumride97*********************
I was so worried about how I looked. Fang was surely wearing something more casual than this, despite Angel's strange little comment. I rushed down the stairs, looking down at my painted toenails. Why did I give into this?? So of course, so busy with my mind, I didn't notice Fang making his way up the stairs, also in a rush.
To say the least, we collided.
"Sorry, I was just going down the stairs and you were going up and I didn't really notice—," I said hastily.
"Yeah, I was there for that part," Fang smiled.
"Sorry, your hair, it's," I laughed as I tried to fix his tangled and messy hair that I had frizzed up. Why do I keep finding myself doing this?
"Oh, honey, are you okay??" Mom walked into the room with a panicked face on. She must've heard the big bang from when we hit the wall.
We quickly repositioned ourselves and faced my mom calmly. "Yeah, we just, uh, fell," I replied.
"Wow, Max, I love that dress! And Fang, you look very… different. Still black. But," she paused. "Nicer," she said, smiling, and left.
Suddenly I noticed what Fang was wearing. Wow, he did look different.
****************fruit salad, oh, fruit salad*************big red car!**************************
(The Wiggles? You may ask. To that I say, why yes, the Wiggles.)
Fang finally noticed what Max was wearing – A little black dress with a cardigan thing, and – a PURSE? Fang thought he'd never see the day when Max wore a purse; she must've been forced against her will or something. The thought of that rather than Max actually choosing to wear that stuff almost calmed him down. He guessed she could be thinking the same thing. Well, he was sorta held against his will. Sorta.
Wow, she looked really different.
****************RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!*******************************************************
"Hey, where'd BF Wangs go?" I asked.
Fang ignored me.
"Fang! Where are we going?" We were driving in my mom's car because a) I was wearing a dress b) Mom told us it was too late to be flying, despite our superhuman capabilities, and c) Fang agreed. What's going on with that boy?!
He once again ignored me. I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I said miserably, "Don't tell me." I slumped back in my chair. Idiot boy.
After a few minutes of silence I concluded that I was going to have to be the one to start a conversation.
"So are you ever going to tell me where we're going?"
"I will," said Fang, "When we get there."
I sighed. "So," I started. "What do you think about Iggy and Ella?"
Fang paused. "I think that there's nothing wrong with it."
"What?!" I said, surprised. "But their like brother and sister!"
"And we aren't?"
What? But – ugh, I hate these touchy feely things!
"Well, yeah, but we aren't –," I paused when I saw Fang's eyes after I had said that. They looked hurt.
"I didn't mean it like that," I said quickly.
Fang didn't say anything. Obviously he didn't believe me.
I sighed. "Fang, you know what the problem is. I don't want to take the risk of breaking up the Flock again. For good."
He suddenly drove off course and slammed the breaks. He opened the door and walked away.
"FANG!" I opened my door and followed him, ignoring people's horns beeping at me.
"Fang! Fang, wait! You know what the problem is and you know I don't want to risk the Flock for it. I don't want to risk the whole freaking world for it! Is that such a problem?!"
He kept walking until he got to a field of grass where all you could hear was a distant siren and some cars.
Then he turned and faced me.
"Relationships are about taking risks!" He threw his hands up in the air. "Iggy and Ella even took a risk! Of you finding out! And you did. But it was still okay in the end. Not everything has to be secure and safe. You have to take risks! I thought you of all people would understand that."
He kept walking and I followed him.
"I know, I just, it, it's just all too much, okay?! First I have to save the entire freaking world single handedly, deal with you, and hide being a half MUTANT!"
Fang looked enraged.
"We all have to deal with being half mutants! Angel is SIX YEARS OLD. How do you think it is for her? She can't not read minds. She knows everything everyone thinks of her. Do you know how much of a burden that is?" He didn't wait for a response. "You don't have to save the world single handedly. We're here for you. But if dealing with me is one of your top three problems, then just consider me gone."
He kept walking again.
"Fang. Fang! Stop." I grabbed hold of his shoulders. "Sit." I sat down on a log with him. "Look. You know I don't mean half the things I say. But we just can't do this."
"Why not? Max, do you know how frustrating it is?! You keep pushing me away! Whenever I'm with some other girl, you freak out. You can't have it both ways. So choose."
What? He can't make me choose! I – I like him a lot and everything, but…
"I'm really sorry Fang. I can't. I can't choose." I got up and brushed off my dress. "Bye," I said, teary-eyed, and shot into the sky, leaving Fang to think about where he had gone wrong.
Sorry that was so short! But at least I'm posting both chapters at the same time! Sorry if that was a little OOC. AAAAH! BETTER GET WRITING! BYE!!!!!
~fangimumride97~
