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CHAPTER 21
Max P.O.V.
Somehow I didn't die of boredom during either of my last lessons; by some divine miracle I'm dragging myself through the crowded corridors toward freedom - home. Or at least my second home – Fang's place. Walking out to our bench it seemed like an alien world from the dullness of the PSHE class room and the freezing IT room that even though it was March they still had to have the air con on at about 5 degrees or less. I now realise a tank top, when with knowledge I have IT, is the worst idea. Also I've realised that wearing a tank top in Mr Booth's class room is another really bad idea, seeing as though he is the school perv. He didn't stop looking at me all the way through the lesson; I really wished I had my phone on me so I could text Fang.
I sighed deeply as I walked out of the schools overpowering shadow and into the March sun.
"HEY MAX HURRY UP!" Shouted Rainy waving her armS about like the complete retard she is.
"ERR NO!" I replied standing still smiling sweetly at her. Everyone else was at the bench waiting for me to turn up. Fang had seen me long before anyone else had, and now that I had stopped just to annoy them, he had gotten up off of the bench and was now walking over to me. He smirked at me as he wrapped his arms around me, and he picked me up.
"Oh you are such a Cheese!" I laughed as I shifted myself in his arms so my arms were around his neck and my legs around his torso.
"Yeah, but you love me" He replied as he started to walk in the general direction of our friends.
"True, that I do" I agreed leaning down so our faces were covered by my long hair as I pressed my lips to his. Fang smirked against my lips and pushed one side of my hair behind my ear.
"Can you guys like have a moment later?" Asked Lozz impatiently, I pulled away from Fang and smiled.
"Your still carrying me though" He rolled his eyes but smirked at me all the same, one day I will get him to grin for longer than a second like he normally does. "What's the big rush guys?"
"Duh we are going to like make a list of all the songs you guys are going to do and I'm so totally sorting your style and what you guys are wearing, obviously Max what else could you even think we were doing? Of course we gotta plan everything and I mean EVERYTHING so that it is all PERFECTO!" Rambled Nudge clearly being given the opportunity to sort out our wardrobes, I looked to the lads and I could tell we were all thinking the same – It's going to be hell! Taking trips to either Lakeside shopping centre or Frenchgate, this is in the middle of town, for long, drawn-out, hellish, debilitating clothes shopping. Getting dragged around Republic, Quiz, Bench, Top Shop, New Look and H&M (if Nudge is desperate) right now I'm just thanking god Meadow hall is too expensive to get there via train and our parents won't take us in the car which rules out being dragged through Hollister.
"Ok so from that long string of words, that contained no full stops, you were filled in on what is going on"
"Yes Max of course I was I mean how could you guys keep that a secret from me? And why? Why would you even consider keeping that a secret from me and what are you planning on saying to mum? She should be pleased you guys rock what would you do if she said we couldn't well why should she that would be tight of her and she isn't that tight like she is on what we watch on TV bumph" Iggy cut her off pushing his hand over her mouth, nice to see that even though they go out, they still act like the brothers and sisters we used to pretend to be.
"…Ooookaaay… Let's go then" I said climbing around so that I was on Fang's back
"Lazy" Smirked Fang as our group started our journey
"Hey at least I had the energy to actually get on your back" I mumbled very tempted to fall asleep against Fangs warm back.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked
"A little" He stopped and made me get off of his back, took off his leather jacket and handed it to me. I slipped it on and was instantly heated up; Fang turned around and let me jump back on his back. Then I heard the intro music to P!nk – Funhouse.
"Hell yeah! Who's playing P!nk?" I asked, Rainy's hand shot up as we waited for our favourite line which we yell out at the top of our voices where ever the hell we may be, we've been kicked out of up to 4 shops now for it, banned from 2.
"I'll find a new place, BURN THIS FUCKER DOWN!" We yelled, in tune, just as an old, hunch back, wrinkle-ridden woman passed us. She nearly had a heart attack and gave us such a disgusted look that we just carried on walking laughing our heads off. One day Iggy will put that line into practice, our bomb expert being denied so many times to blow something big up.
"Can I b-"
"NO" We all cut him off.
"Why?"
"Because the police and the country have these things called laws, break one and your gonna get an ASBO or sent to prison" Lozz told him very patronisingly
"Fair enough" He replied but he had that glint in his eye meaning he was planning something. I dropped off of Fang's back as everyone piled into his house.
"NICHOLAS SIMON AND PETER KYLE RIDE!" Yelled their mum once the door slammed shut behind us all, everyone started their ascent up the stairs, sniggered at their names after discarding their shoes next to the front door. I stopped half way and watched as both of their eyes widened considerably.
"Shit full names" They both muttered glancing at each other.
"S'up mum?" Asked Iggy
"I KNOW IT'S ONE OF YOU!"
"Shiz" Iggy looked to the floor trying to avoid his mums gaze as she appeared in front of them her face bright red with anger.
"WHERE IS IT? HMMM?" She tilted her head towards Iggy
"Where's what mum?" Asked Fang calmly
"WHICH ONE OF YOU TOOK IT? I'VE BEEN SEARCHING THIS HOUSE HIGH AND LOW FOR IT!"
"For what?" Fang persisted
"The picture" She suddenly quietened down, Iggy's face suddenly looked up at her confused.
"So this isn't about th-" He stopped himself and smiled at her sweetly trying to cover up his accidental blurt out.
"No I found my bleach thank you very much Peter" Snapped Theresa (Their mum) "All I want is that picture back" She added calmly.
"Which picture, there are loads?" Asked Iggy
"The… The one with your father with all of us before he had to leave" She answered calmly and quietly.
Both the lads were silent. Their dad had been in the army, and he was sent to Afghanistan and was… well… killed in action. They had both been devastated. Neither of them spoke for ages, just hid away in their rooms. Iggy had become more of a pyromaniac than he was before blowing up anything and everything he could lay his hands on, he went through two bed frames and quite a lot explosives. While Iggy was blowing things up and occasionally setting himself on fire in the process, Fang drowned out the world with music; playing it as loud as he could, learn every song that was his dads' favourites on his guitar. Thankfully he didn't drown me out with his music; I went over to his house slept over a couple of times. Helped him get through this awful time he had been put through. This was all the way through one of the 6 weeks holiday, over the summer where everyone had tans and Iggy was paler than usual, almost deathly, whereas Fang maintained his olive-tanned skin he was given by his dad. Fang was an almost mini version of his dad. So, unfortunately, for that same period of time he tried to remain locked in his room when he had to leave his 'sanctuary' a problem arose with his mum. Because he looked so much like his dad, Theresa burst into tears almost every time she laid eyes on him. She got together with Dylan's dad, stupidly quickly and that didn't work since she was still upset about their dad.
"…It's missing?" Asked Iggy somewhat sceptically
"Yes Peter the picture is missing"
"It can't have gone far" Said Fang he eyebrows furrowing together rather sexily I thought but hey I have a biased opinion. I carried on walking up the stairs, backwards and tripped slightly landing on a body. I span quickly around to see a shock of blonde hair and turquoise blue eyes wearing an evil grin.
"Maximum. How nice of you to drop by" He smiled at me standing up to his full height
"What would be nicer is the back of your head as you walk away from me and my life"
"Well I'm not leaving your life until you finally realise you and I need to be together, we are perfect for each other"
"Your deluded" I tried to pass him but he grabbed my arm tightly
"Well if you can't see it now I'm sure you will soon, I will hurt your so-called friends until you see you and I should be together. We were made for each other"
"Do your worst, because you are a pathetic deluded little shit" I shoved him aside and walked to Fang's door
"Well let's start now then" He smiled and walked down the stairs, I leaned against the banister curious "Hey I found the picture" He said sickeningly sweetly
"Where?" Theresa asked hope rising in her voice
"Nick's room and you won't be too pleased" He said solemnly
"Why?" She looked at Dylan confused then to Fang "What have you done?"
"Nothing! I didn't even have it!" Dylan then produced the smashed picture frame and the picture separately with corners ripped and looked as if it had been scrunched up and unfolded.
"Oh Nick... Why?" She asked "WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS?"
"I didn't!" He protested
"Then explain to me how Dylan found this is your room?" She took the picture from him, her hands shaking
"He didn't!"
"Why would he lie?"
"Why wouldn't he?" Stepped in Iggy "He hates us, he's jealous of Fang and he's a thieving scheming bastard"
"Peter how dare you say that"
"Mum, Fang would never do that and I can't believe you think he would" The boys shook their heads and started ascending the stairs, my mouth hanging open at the scene I just witnessed. She took his side rather than that of her own sons? I hugged them both as they reached the top of the stairs, Fang more so obviously. He just sighed and we walked through into his room.
"What happened? You were like ages" Said Frankie laid on Fang's bed her head upside down and hair hanging down touching the floor.
"Doesn't matter" Stated Iggy wanting to drop it
"You guys got proper full names, you sure you don't want to talk about?" Asked George gently
"Really guys just drop it ok, it doesn't matter and I want to forget that ever happened" He sat down heavily on the twizzly chair. Fang was rifling through his draws, stopped putting his hands on either side of the drawer his black eyes thoughtful for a split second before they turned seriously pissed off and he brushed passed me storming down the stairs. I followed behind him leaving curious and confused whispers in his bedroom. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs watching as he glanced around the kitchen, coming out and walking into the living room. He exited there and paused, his eyes murderous.
"Fang?" I said softly putting my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at me
"I'm going to murder him" He stated creepily calm
"Why, Fang what's he done now?" I searched his eyes for something anything but I only found hatred.
"He took them."
"Took what?"
"The letters" Ah now I see why he needs killing again. The letters were what their dad sent to them while he was away, and clearly they weren't where they were and if Dylan claimed to be in Fang's room then he could have them.
"Ah. Let's check up stairs first he might be up there" I took his hand and brought him back up the stairs, Iggy was stood outside of his bedroom when we reached the top.
"What's wrong?"
"Check that the bastard hasn't taken your letters" responded Fang
"You're joking right?"
"No" Iggy then sprinted into his room and appeared a few seconds later with a bundle of paper in his hand.
"I got mine"
"Fuck" Oh god this could only get worse, those really meant something to him, to both of them. Could Dylan actually doing what he said? Is this how he was starting to punish my friends? Targeting the closest people to me?
Suddenly Fang stormed down to stairs as Dylan appeared at the bottom. He grabbed him round his neck and pinned him against the wall.
"Alright dick head I'm gonna say this only once – Where are my letters?" He growled
"You mean these worthless scraps of paper?" He grinned evilly pulling out the bundle of paper from his hoodie pocket
"Not as worthless as your cock sucking dad" And cue the brawl. Dylan had seemingly no chance, on his back trying to fend off punches from Fang. I didn't know what to do, I felt so pathetic standing there watching them fight. Theresa came out from the kitchen and much like me she stood not knowing what the hell to do. Iggy passed me as Dylan somehow changed positions with Fang. I flung open the door to Fangs bedroom and everyone turned to me.
"Fang, Dylan fight" Was all I got out of my mouth before turning at the sound of their mum yelling at them, I ran down the stairs followed by everyone else.
"FANG!" I shouted getting pushed to the back of the group as they tried to split the two apart, but of course the guys all hate him so decided to join in kicking hell out of Dylan. "STOP!" I shouted and gradually they all turned to me, Fang was wiping his nose blood dripping from it tucking his letters into his jean pocket.
"Thanks babe" Grinned Dylan
"Shut the fuck up and get out of my sight you've caused enough trouble for one lifetime" I snapped at him, I took Fang's hand, and followed by the rest of them, we walked back into his black room, slamming it shut behind us.
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