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HAPPY 2012 YOU GUYS! (Not for me yet though...)
Chapter 12 (for 2012!;) -Fangalicious
Max POV
Sam and I broke apart, wide-eyed. "Whoa," Sam said, and I giggled (what is wrong with me?) and nodded. Abruptly, the porch light came on and I saw Angel's big blue eyes staring teasingly and Fang's dark midnight eyes glaring at me. Fang frowned at Sam then walked away from the window.
"Well, you better go. I had a great time tonight."
"Yeah," Sam looked like he was going to kiss me again, but I gave him a small push toward his car. I'm not evil enough to corrupt the innocent (well, relatively) Angel's mind even more. "Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow!" he called over his shoulder.
"Bye Blondie!" I called out to him. He gave me a wave and then finally drove off. The second he turned the corner, the door whipped open behind me and a little ball of blond hair tackled me.
"MAXXXXXXXXXXX!" Angel trilled in my ear rather loudly. She smiled winningly up at me. "Sooooooooo how was it?"
"Great. It was really fun, I loved it," I said automatically. I felt like I was coming off an adrenaline high suddenly. I walked into the house with Angel at my side like an excited puppy. When I strolled into the living room, I noticed Fang sprawled on the couch, and… Iggy. The greatest liar the world has ever seen. "YOU," I snarled at him. Iggy looked apprehensive and got off the couch, holding his hands up.
"Hey, calm down Max. It wasn't my fault! I swear! I had nothing to do with anything!" he protested.
I stalked toward him. "Why were you following me?"
"I already told you! Fang wanted to make sure you wouldn't get hurt wince you're on the soccer team and we have a game tomorrow!"
"Yeah. He's right." Fang said quietly from behind me. I whipped around and glared at him.
"I'm not that accident-prone. It's not like I would trip over air." I insisted. Suddenly, I tripped on the coffee table leg and fell onto the couch by Fang. "Ow," I groaned.
"You were saying?" Fang snickered.
"Shut up. Nobody likes you," was my witty retort. Angel jumped into my lap as I leaned against Fang.
"Hey Max! Just so you know Max, I invited Nudge over so we can talk about your daaate," she sang out. I nodded tiredly. "Fine. Yippee." I rubbed my eyes. "Don'tcha think it's a little too late to discuss and psychoanalyze every move Sam made?" Fang made a strangled sound." I know, I'm not looking forward to the Nudge channel either," I agreed. Fang just rolled his eyes and looked away. Out of the blue, one more ball of blond hair jumped into my lap. WTF? Another one?
"Hey Max! Remember me? Gazzy? The one who is obviously better at making bombs? And stinkbombs?" Iggy's younger brother looked up at me from my lap. Wow. He has grown a lot since I last saw him. He still has his amazingly bright blue eyes, and he still looked scarily like Angel. But his face has lost some of his child roundness, and he got a lot heavier and taller.
"Hey my little trooper? What's up? And can you please get off my lap? I'm a little tired."
"Yeah, Maxie is really tired from her blinding happy glow she's giving off from her date." Fang added sarcastically. I shot him a look that screamed get-Gazzy-off-my-lap-before-he-shows-us-the-reason-for-his-nickname!
Gazzy grinned at me. "Sure thing Max!" He jumped off my lap… and farted.
"Oh god. Geez. I'm dying." I gasped out when the nauseating smell hit me.
"EWWWW! GAZZY, YOU'RE SO DISGUSTING!" screamed Angel. Gazzy was just standing there proudly, not at all embarrassed. He gave a low bow in response. Ick.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" shrieked Angel before jumping out of my lap.
While she was getting Nudge, Fang whispered," So do you forgive Iggy for stalking you?"
I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Thanks for letting me be on the team, by the way." I added. Fang smirked, but before he could say anything more, a blur of mocha colored skin jumped at me. Oh, come on! This is getting old fast.
"MAAXXXXXXXXXX!" Nudge squealed loudly in my ear.
"Hey Nudge."
"Sooooooooooooooooooo…. HOW WAS IT?" Nudge squeaked even louder, if that was ever possible. I looked at her. I don't know how she does it, but she still looks perky with perfect makeup and not a hair out of place even though it's freaking 11 at night.
I glanced over at Fang. He crossed his arms over his chest/" Did it go good?" he asked dryly. As usual, he looked impassive, but I know him so well that I could read the indiscernible twitch of his jaw and the minute tightening of his eyes.
"Yeah. It went great," I answered, still looking at Fang.
"Thant's it? Great? Come on, give me details here, woman! Come on!" Nudge begged/ She grabbed y face and forced me to look at her. "Details. Now," she demanded.
"Well, I like him, I guess," I muttered to Nudge's smiling face.
"So I don't have to kill him," Fang added bitterly. He sounds really pissed. What can he possibly be mad about now? I thought he already got over his PMS-y fit at school today. I'll confront him about that tomorrow, I decided. Fang and his mood swings are really annoying sometimes.
"Yeah. I'm tired, Nudge. Can we talk tomorrow?" I yawned and laid my head in Fang's lap, who immediately tensed up. "Oh, grow up. Nighty-night people."
"Max?" Nudge's voice sounded strange. "Don't you love me?" I glanced over at her and made my mistake…
OK. Here's Max Tip Numero Uno: Don't EVER look at Nude when her voice sounds like that. Because it means she's doing… THE DREADED BAMBI EYES. Here's the definition of THE DREADED BAMBI EYES: When Nudge makes her eyes really really big so it looks like she's crying and pretty much forces you into doing whatever the heck she wants. There's no known vaccine/protection against it.
Nudge whimpered at me some more. "Please Max? Tell me EVERYTHING. Please? I will love you forever and ever!"
Like I said-no protection. I groaned. "Don't groan while you're in Fangle's lap, Maxie. You might get him excited," Iggy popped into our conversation and winked at me suggestively.
I swore at him and flipped him off. "Get outta my house, you sexist pig," I growled. Then, I started telling Nudge everything…
*^*^*^*^*^*^*HAPPY 2012^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Fang POV [2 hours later 12:33]
Why am I still here at Max's house, I mused. Iggy and Gazzy had already went home (after Iggy cracked more sexist pig jokes and Max threatened to crack his neck) and Angel is already passed out on the couch. Of course, Nudge is still here, hanging on attentively to every word Max says.
For me, every time Max gushed on and on about Sam felt like a punch to the gut. And every time Nudge and Max giggled and analyzed Sam's actions felt like a slap to the face. But why should I even be jealous of Sam anyways?
How he is nice to Max? Please, he freaking stole Lissa away from me in freshman year. But Max is Max and she can defend herself if they do anything she doesn't want to. I bet Sam was treating MY Max all nice and shit to let down her defenses.
His "HOTNESS?" (Cue squeal from Nudge). Maybe, but there's no way he's hotter than me to Max. NO ONE is. That's not me being cocky-that's just me telling the truth. I'm just fangalicious.
The fact that he spent 3 hours, 18 minutes, and 38 second with Max? Not that I was counting of course. But I'm the one who's spending time with Max right now. Her head is lying on my lap, not Sam's so HA.
….
Oh my god. Am I really debating with myself in my head about why I'm better than Sam? Ugh. I'm just as bad as Nudge and Max, analyzing his moves. -.- I have some serious problems…
"And so… yeah… that's what happened," I heard Max conclude weakly. I'm surprised that Nudge hasn't had a heart attack yet from all the squealing she has done tonight. I watched as Max yawned and arch her body to stretch. Look into her eyes, don't look down further or Max will castrate you, don't look down, keep your eyes up, don't look further down, I chanted to myself. Hey, I'm sorry, I'm a hormonal guy. Can't help it.
"Done talking yet?" I asked. Even to myself, my voice sounded strained.
Max looked at me suspiciously and Nudge said," Well, I'm tired. And it's midnight, and I don't wanna drive back o my house." Nudge yawned. "Can I sleep over Max?" Max just gave a short nod in agreement. "Yay! Thanks Max." Somehow, Max found the energy to crawl up the stairs to Max's room.
Unfocusedly, Max mumbled, "Tuck Angel in for me."
"Sure." I tenderly slid Max's head off my lap and gently carried Angel up to her room and tucked her in.
"Good nite Fang," Angel drawled sleepily. In return, I gave her a kiss on the cheek then headed back downstairs to get Max.
"Hey Max," I whispered to her limp body on the couch. "You want me to stay and carry you upstairs, you lazy butt?"
Max drowsily swatted at my general direction and held up her arms.
Well. This shouldn't be a surprise she actually wants me (AND NOT SAM) to stay with her overnight. I mean, back then, I used to lug Max's heavy ass up the stairs to her bedroom then pass out next to her because we were so tired from our daily adventures. But back then, Max wasn't tired out from a date with another guy and I doubt the said guy would be happy with me sleeping anywhere near a 5 mile radius of Max.
"It isn't rocket science. Pick me up and get me to my room dumbass," Max grumbled after I debated in my head too long.
Ok. I got this. I gently picked Max up bridle-style and headed up the stairs. "Wow. You're heavy. What have you been eating, rocks?" I said teasingly, wondering if Max still remembers the answer she gave years ago every time.
"Why, is your head missing some?" Max retorted without missing a beat. (A/N: MOST OVERUSED QUOTE IN MR FF-BUT IT'S SO CUTE AND FAXYY! 3)
I chuckled then dumped Max unceremoniously into her bed." Are you sure you want me to stay?" I said under my breath, half hoping Max didn't heard me.
"Of course," I heard Max's quiet answer. She burrowed under the covers and quickly fell asleep.
I signed and surveyed her room. Nudge was asleep on the couch next to Max's bed, and there were still a million unpacked boxes everywhere. I gazed over at the sleeping Max.
Damn. How does Max still looks so beautiful even though she's sleeping? That douchebag Sam does not deserve her, as I've said a million times before. I slowly got on the bed by Max's feet and layed down, thinking about Sam and Max.
That asshole Sam…I thought back to his betrayal…
[Freshman year]
"Heeyyyyy," I looked down and saw a redhead staring up at me. She winked at me with bright green eyes. She was wearing a really low cut shirt that day, and I could see down her shirt. Completely. She was also wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her long tan legs, and I gotta admit, she looked sexy. A slut, but sexy.
"Yeah?" I answered, cocking an eyebrow suspiciously.
She bit her lip. "Hi! I'm Lissa! And you're hot. Do you wanna go out?" she said abruptly. Suddenly, Max flitted across my mind, but I shoved that thought aside. She's not coming back, I reminded myself. I'll do anything to distract myself from memories of Max back then. "Sure," I finally agreed. For some reason, I felt like I was betraying Max, which is ridiculous, considering we were never together. I used to have a really tiny crush on Max, back when we were kindergarteners. But that's it. I grew out of it.
"Great!" Lissa said perkily. Suddenly, she leaned up and kissed me full on my lips and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I fought back the urge to gaga. For Christ's sake, I just agreed to go out with you! You don't need to go slut-mode on me yet! I wanted to throw up in Lissa's slimy disgusting mouth, but that's frowned on in most cultures. Finally, I pushed Lissa away and-
Max shifted around, bringing my attention back to present day. "Stopp thinking yur emo thoughts and goo to sleep," she muttered fuzzily, half asleep. With that, Max dropped back to sleep.
I snorted and closed my eyes. "Dictator Max," I retorted under my breath. Hoping I won't need a cold shower in the morning, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
A/N: Hey you guys! So, this chapter was 2000+ words for the people who wanted longer chapters. ^.^ Thanks for reviewing you guys. Your comments inspire me to write longer. 3
And since you guys seem to like the song lyrics I did last time, here's another one...
Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance. I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down. Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet. Give it a try, it'll be alright. 3 I love He Is We.
Well, again, HAPPY NEW YEAR and I hope you guys have a good 2012. And I hope that you guys liked this chapter. R&R and byeeee :D
