IDNOMR. Okay, I know this is short, but I thought we needed a chapter before the party. But that was just my gut instinct :) Sorry guys.
"C'mon Max," Nudge said tiredly, "Don't be stupid."
I scowled, "I'm not, Nudge. I just can't ditch my aunt like that."
Nudge shuffled around on the cream sofa, tossing another peanut into her mouth, "Why can't she get another babysitter?"
I walked over to her and sat on the arm rest, shrugging, "Just because."
"Yeah, that helps sooo much," Nudge replied sarcastically, changing the TV channel.
I grinned, "It's just, my aunts isn't exactly financially set off. I can't make her pay for a babysitter."
"Yes, you can!"
It's easy for her to say, she has her army of nerds in the basement, tackling all her piles of coursework. She's set for life. She's most probably only coming to College so she can file her nails beneath the desk and go to college parties.
I laughed, "Of all the people, I didn't expect you to be like this."
Nudge blushed, "Is it so wrong for my to want my wing-wo-man around?"
"No, it isn't. But seriously, you're like the devil on my left shoulder."
Nudge mock-scowled, "That has to be the worst comparison ever."
I laughed, "It's kind of fitting though, you have to ag-"
Thud.
I turned around mid-sentence.
"Oh shit."
I saw Iggy try to shift a crooked picture of me and Nudge on the wall.
Fang was behind him, scowling, "Iggy man, are you mentally deficient?"
Iggy turned around, biting his lip, "I just wanted to make a big entrance," he said, gently letting go of the picture, only for it to fall crooked again.
"What the heck did you do?" Nudge asked impatiently.
"I just pushed the door open with a little more force than intended," Iggy explained, straightening the frame again.
Nudge shook her head, looking away.
"So..." Iggy started, moving towards us, and sitting down in between us, "I hear there's a party that we've been invited to."
I watched as he but an arm around Nudge who blushed, and an arm around me, which I shrugged off.
"Yes," Nudge said, smiling, "but Max won't go."
Iggy looked at me, "Seriously Max? You're such a whiny baby. You're not ugly, and I'm sure there will be other girls there who will look fatter in a dress than you will."
I laughed it off, before punching him, "Prick."
"Ouch. But seriously, I've never been to college party with you, Max. I wanna see how well you can hold down your drink," he gave me a quick wink.
I smiled, picking up the remote and changing the channel.
"Anyways," Nudge started, taking the remote off me, and changing it back to her channel, "Back to the party. Can you please convince Max to come?"
Iggy looked at me, trying to give me some sort of pleading look; that is, before he burst out laughing.
"It's okay if she doesn't come," Hurtful! "At least Fang will have company."
I stopped watching Nudge flicking through the channels, and turned to Iggy.
"Isn't Fang coming ?" Nudge asked awkwardly, seeing as Fang was in the room.
Iggy shook his head, "No."
"Why not?" Nudge asked, eyeing Fang with distaste.
He stood across the room, leaning against the wall. His this flannel shirt and back jeans standing out in contrast to the cream coloured walls.
This time, Fang spoke up, digging his hands deep into his trousers, "My Mum's old best friend has a kid that I used to play with all the time when I was younger. Unfortunately, after I went to College on the other side of the country, I never saw him again. So now, since I'm down here, she wanted me to meet up with him and I agreed. It just happens to be the same day of the party."
Nudges eyes softened, "Oh okay."
I watched with a raised eyebrow; who the heck would fall for that shit? He's most probably hooking up with a girl.
I watched TV, uninterested, as Nudge and Iggy continued to converse.
"Oh my gosh!" Nudge said, perking up, "I have an idea!"
I scoffed, "Great," I mumbled sarcastically under my breath.
"Fang?" Nudge asked.
"Yeah?"
"How old is your... friend?"
He shrugged, doing the maths in his head, " Just turned fourteen last month."
Nudge nodded excitedly.
"Max?" Oh dear, what the heck do I have to do with this?
I groaned, "Yes?"
"How old is Angel?"
"Thirteen," I replied cautiously.
"Oh my gosh, " Nudge squealed, "Why don't they babysit each-other?"
To my surprise, Fang was the first to talk, "I never said it was baby-sitting. I'm going to meet him of my own accord. He's practically family."
"Yes, but... maybe they could could be friends? They're practically the same age," Nudge offered.
I laughed, "Don't be stupid Nudge, I'm not going- Fullstop."
As it turns out, I'm going to the party tomorrow, (Friday). My little cousin decided to bail on me, to go out to the cinema with one of her friends and her friends Mum, (my aunt wasn't to keen on her going alone with one friend).
My aunt sent me a text, ( I know, I had no idea that she was capable of such things) saying she didn't need a babysitter- I was doing coursework, and I was stupid enough to leave my phone on the coffee table. Naturally, Nudge saw it, and looked at the text, informing me that I had to go to the party
Naturally, I said 'No, I don't take orders from nobody', now just imagine me doing that nifty finger-clicking thing. Joke.
but still, I actually did say 'No', but then the little devil brought out the, 'you live in my house and you don't pay rent' card. Is that even fair?
JJ came over as well and moaned about how I was being a lousy friend (that really hurt me deep, deep down... in my butt), and now I have no choice but to go.
In fact, JJ and Tess are both coming over tomorrow to get ready and they're here now to pick their crap out; seeing as Nudge practically owns a make-up and clothes shop due to her stinking rich father.
So now, Nudge is babbling on about costumes.
Although I do owe her for what she's done for me, I made it clear, that she can only pull out the 'you live in my house and don't pay the rent' card, three times a week, but not twice in the same day. Complicated, eh?
That means, she is not, under any circumstances, getting me to wear a dress.
Sorry if that got anybodies hopes up. Dress' are overrated and pointless.
Since the party is tomorrow, I had to borrow clothes off Nudge; I always do anyways, I don't have enough money for a 'Gucci' handbag, or a 'Chanel' purse.
JJ, Tess, Nudge and I were all sitting in a room, talking about the party. Actually, they were talking about the party. I was doing my coursework, and occasionally, just for a little bit of wildness in my life, I would spin around on my wheelie chair; but only once or twice- I wouldn't want to get too wild, no would I?
Nudge and Tess had both agreed to wear dresses, which they had already bought in advance for the party; It's a college party, why do they need dresses?They'll most probably get stained with liquor, or something of that sort.
I'm not going to describe their dresses, because I don't have the time, or the effort... actually... I do. I've been sitting here in the same position for almost two hours, with only spinning around on my chair as my form of amusement; it's actually pretty sad, so I'll give you a quick recap.
Nudge took a whole hour to pick out her outfit (she could've gone in a bin-bag for all I care, stupid child,) she had picked out a short, tight black dress, with straps, that had a thick white line down the middle, and for accessories, (Apparently, they are, in Nudges own words, 'compulsory') she had a big, black cocktail ring, dangly silver earrings and a black bow clutch. to top it off, and 'add some colour' she picked out these blue suede high-heel shoes. JJ said it was 'funky' (who the heck says that these days?) where as I just thought it was quite the oddball of the group; but maybe I'm wrong.
Tess had taken only twenty-five minutes (still long, but not as long as Nudge) to pick hers out. She had a short, tight fuchsia dress, with a built-in belt and a clinched waist, (Damn, I am learning a lot today) for accessories, she had chosen out a pair of thick opaque black tights, dangly earrings (what else do I call them?) and a matching bracelet. For shoes, she had just picked out a plain pair of black pumps.
Me and JJ disagreed with the whole dress charade, and decided to wear something different.
All in all, it had taken JJ 15 minutes to pick out her outfit. She chose a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a claret red sequinned top, a faux black leather jacket, and a pair of black ankle boots. She scoffed when Nudge showed her all the accessories, but eventually agreed to a layered necklace. I personally thought the outfit suited her quite well.
Then, last of all, it was me. I only took one minute to pick my outfit, seeing as Nudge had already put together two of them, and told me to choose one. It was a bit like saying 'pick your poison'.
In the end, I picked the least vibrant, out-there choice, which Nudge called the 'cute and casual outfit that still has some sparkle'.
She paired black skinny jeans with a luxe cashmere tank top - not too shabby, eh? On top, she picked out bright cardigan- it was cerulean blue - for a pop of color. For accessories, even though I declined, she added jewelled flats (why would I wear heels to party?) and some sparkly bow earrings and bracelets to 'finish the look'.
I didn't bother with a handbag; too much effort to carry around.
So, after much hassle, everything was sorted, and I was actually slightly happy with the choice of clothing.
To tell you the truth, I was happy about... everything.
Good clothes, old friends, party, no coursework, and last, but not least... No Fang.
At least that's what I thought.
"Gazzy can't make it to go with Fang, he seemed really upset," Iggy said, walking into the room that looked like a clothes bomb had set off.
Is took me a while to understand what he had said, so my inner-rant was quite belated. This is unbelievably stupid. Why did my aunt ask me to babysit in the first place? It just got my hopes up. Why did Fang's little friend decided to meet up, then cancel? It just got my hopes up.
"Why not?" I demanded.
"Well, Gazzy got chicken pox," Iggy started, with a shrug.
I scoffed, "What's your point? That's hardly much of a reason. It's not like Fang will catch it."
Iggy shook his head, "Actually, it is."
I stared at him, "He's had chicken pox... hasn't he?"
Iggy rocked back on his heels, "Nope," he said, popping the 'p'.
I raised my eyebrows, "Is that even possible? He's twenty!" I gaped, then added on wisely, " He should catch it now, it's better than later."
Iggy shook his head, "Fang doesn't want it now."
I scoffed, "What kind of excuse is that?"
Nudge and Iggy both decided to ignore me, and started their own conversation.
"Where is he?", Nudge gave Iggy a sympathetic smile.
Iggy laughed, "He's not exactly sulking, he was just a little upset."
Nudge nodded, getting back to the clothes... before she went into a full blown grin. "Why doesn't Fang come to the party?" Nudge asked excitedly.
Iggy looked at me, and in seeing my contorted face, he burst into laughter, and then on purpose, looked my way and said, "I'll go ask."
I felt like takings some hot tongs, and shoving them up his ass.
He left and I stalked to the other side of the room and fumed in the corner, as the others started chatting about drinks and 'crushes'.
"You think they'll be playing spin the bottle?" JJ asked, unsure.
Nudge blushed, " I hope so."
"But what if Iggy doesn't play?" Tess asked, winking, (it was obvious how much Nudge liked Iggy).
Nudge giggled, "Then he'll just have to get jealous."
I shook my head, going back to my coursework. Why did I become friends with such dumbasses?
"You do know that 'spin the bottle' is what we played in like, I dunno, 7th Grade? We've been invited to a college party. These things are hardcore; it's all drinking and drugs. Do you even know what you've pulled yourself into?" I asked, scoffing.
Tess laughed, "Kyle was always quite the stoner back in senior year of high-school, I wouldn't expect anything less."
JJ shrugged, "We can take it, I've been to plenty of college parties."
"So have I, but don't you think you're being a little naive to think that they'll be playing 'spin the bottle'?"
Nudge threw a chocolate bar at my head, " We were only joking."
"Oh," I mumbled, picking up the chocolate bar and unwrapping it, " you fooled me."
After a I ate my chocolate bar, I got bored, and decided to get a drink, and maybe check up on why Iggy was taking so long to ask Fang.
I walked out of the room, and down the hallway, to the kitchen.
As I got near the door, I heard voices.
Oh dear, not again. I thought, recalling old memories of Nudge and Iggy.
"Man, come on, don't be a prick. Just come," I edged closer.
Fang snorted, "Max hates me, she most probably wants to spoon out my guts was a spork." Too right, I thought hastily, Except I would be perfectly content spooning his guts out with my bare fingers.
"Man, you're so confusing. You always act like you don't care, and you hate her guts, too. Why are you so... stupid?" Iggy asked bluntly.
I had a strange urge to start chuckling, but I held back my laughter, not wanting to get caught.
Fang laughed, "You remember what I said to you in High-school."
Eh, what did you say in High-school? What kind of reason is that? 'what I told you in high-school' does not make up for you being an absolute prick, Fang.
There was silence; or maybe Iggy was nodding... I don't really know.
Screw you, screw me, screw the whole damn world! Oh, and screw Fang.
I began to walk away, when they carried on. Is it me, or is this serious deja vu?
"Max won't mind if you come," Iggy said. To hell I won't.
Fang grunted sarcastically, "Sure she won't."
I had the right mind to bust right in there, and tell him that I would shove a freaking stick up his ass if he came... but then they would realise I had been eavesdropping.
Then, I heard soft whispering, as if they knew I was listening. I inched closer to the door, but didn't hear anything.
Then came Fangs gruff voice, "Okay then, I'll come."
I shoved my fist into my mouth, and bit down as hard as possible as I ran back into my own bedroom, rocking back and forth.
Fang was coming to the party?... And so was I?
I was doomed.
I am putting the link to all the clothes on my profile thing, okay? they're all from the same website... tell me if you know who has which outfit xD
Short filler chapter, because the juicy stuff comes next chapter... At least I hope it does? I just couldn't be asked to do the whole clothes thing on the real chapter, otherwise it'll be too long. Y'know what I mean?
I finished Lifes Rough. I've started to actually dislike this fandom. If you wanna know why, read the AN at the end of Life's Rough.
I am updating on a Monday, because I am getting two teeth pulled out tomorrow; wish me luck!
I would really like to thank all my readers, because I have actually surpassed my amount of people who have alerted Life's Rough, on this story. Cool, eh?
England is freakin' hot at the moment. I'm going to go die now.
Next chapter could be the 'turning point' in Max and Fangs relationship Dx ; well, for one of them, I guess.
If you want me to hurry it up, and add a little Fax, REVIEW Otherwise... I might just not bother. Bribery? Heck yeah.
I listened to Lily Allen throughout the whole writing of this chapter; I don't know if the Americans know who she is? But she's amazing, makes me proud to be British xD She manages to put really good meanings into some of the lyrics... it really makes you take a second look. I don't think you should listen or read the lyrics if you're young though... some of the lyrics are mildly dirty; like Alfie, or Not Fair. But they are still amazing songs... you should check 'em out if you don't know who she is :) Smile is pretty depressing, so is 22, but they still have realistic meanings... haha, look at me promoting her music xD
Bye-bye! :) Have a lovely rest of your Summer Holidays, and don't forget to Review!
