Max's POV
About an hour later, the doctor came back.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ride, could I talk to you out in the hall for a moment?" She asked.
Fang and I immediately looked at each other.
"Of course." Replied Fang's mom lightly, following the doctor outside, Fang's dad right behind her.
I took Fang's hand and squeezed it. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I wanted the results to be; though I knew what Fang was wishing for.
About fifteen minutes later, the trio finally reentered the room. I couldn't read Fang's parent's faces; they didn't seem upset, but I couldn't really tell.
"Alright Max, you should be good to go home." Dr. Collins announced, unhooking me from my IV.
The car ride home was silent. Fang rode home with us, and I could tell he was extremely anxious about the test results. When we arrived at my house our parents immediately went into my mom's bedroom to talk, so Fang and I went up to my room and sat down on my bed against the head board.
"You know, it's ok if we're not a match." I told him gently.
"What? What do you mean?" Fang exclaimed angrily, looking down at me in surprise. I scooted closer to him and took his hand.
"I mean, there are other people out there. I just, we can't control this, so don't beat yourself up about this if it turns out negative." I explained.
"Max, you don't understand; you mean everything to me. If you die, I die with you. I'm not me without you; there is no Fang without Max! All this time that you've been going through this, I haven't been able to do anything to help you, and it kills me! I just, I have to be a match." He all but shouted.
"Fang," I whispered, cupping his cheek with my other hand. "I get it; I really do, ok? I know what it's like to feel helpless; I felt that way when my parents split, and I felt it when you broke your arm. But listen to me: you HAVE helped me; so much. You've been the best friend and boyfriend that a girl could even hope for. I know that it's hard for you; it's hard for both of us. I get it; we're like lightning and thunder; one can't exist without the other. But we can't control this anymore than we can control the weather." I said softly.
"You're right." He whispered after a minute. "It's just, I can't help it; I love you so much." He whispered, affectionately tucking a piece of blonde hair from my wig behind my ear and stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"I love you too." I whispered, before Fang connected our lips.
This kiss was different than any other kiss we'd shared before; it was more passionate, and it was hungry. I felt Fang pull me closer, one hand buried in my wig and then other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against his chest. Our lips molded together perfectly, moving fluently and flawlessly together. I felt Fang's tongue brush against my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. It surprised me, but I went with it and opened my mouth. Our tongues danced together. My heart was beating so quickly, someone would have thought I'd been running a marathon, and our breaths were labored and increasing speed. We slid down so that we were laying on the bed instead of sitting on it, and Fang shifted so that he was on top of me. My hands knotted in his silky shaggy black hair as we kissed. Then Fang surprised me by breaking the kiss to plant kisses on my neck for a minute. After a minute, I pulled his head back to my lips. Fang's hands started running up and down my sides, instead of resting on my hips or playing with the blonde hair from my wig. I shivered when his hands became a little too adventurous, and pulled away.
"I'm sorry; I got a little carried away." He said quickly, searching my eyes and sitting up to give me space.
"It's ok…"I said softly, surprised at his bold movement.
"I just got caught up in the moment." He explained.
"Don't worry about it." I told him. I wasn't upset with him; I just wasn't ready to do anything else yet. But because of his wandering hands, I felt an uneasy knot form in my stomach; did Fang really want to take our relationship to that level already?
Then I looked at him and realized just how 'caught up in the moment' he was in his pants…
I shifted uncomfortably and Fang realized that I'd seen his…excitement and blushed.
"Sorry…" He said, obviously embarrassed.
I was about to tell him it was ok, but before I could get the words out, a knock sounded on the door before opening. Crap it was our parents!
I tossed Fang a pillow quickly, hoping maybe we could hide his…problem, though I knew it would probably just bring more attention to it.
"We need to talk." Mom said gently. I could tell she wasn't talking about our situation though luckily…
"Ok," I replied softly, trying to read their expressions; they didn't seem upset necessarily.
Mom came and sat on the other side of on the edge of the bed, and Fang's parents came closer, and then leaned against the wall. Mom and Fang's mom locked eyes for a moment, a strange look passing between them.
I suddenly understood now why people got annoyed when Fang and I communicated with our eyes like that.
"It's about the test," Fang's mom started carefully. "It was positive."
Fang and I automatically looked at each other. I was shocked. I really thought that Fang wouldn't be a match since Dr. Collins said it was very unlikely that someone unrelated to you would have the same HLA molecules.
Then a smile lit up Fang's face.
"This is great!" He exclaimed. "What happens now?" He asked impatiently.
"Well, you'll go in for some more tests, and then we decide which method we'll use and go from there." Fang's father explained.
Hey guys,
I am SOO VERY VERY EXTREMELY SORRY for the extremely late update. I can't believe it's been like three weeks! I've just been really busy. I know this chapter was really short too so…. I don't blame you if you hate me.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and patience! I really appreciate it, you have no idea how much it means to me.
I just wanted to let you know though, there will probably only be about two more chapters….
Also, what did you think of the FAX? Was it too much (like, intense?) ? Should there be more intimate FAX? Let me know what you think.
Thanks again!
Fly on.