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Chapter 26
In most romance movies, when the boy kisses the girl, a fireworks display goes off in the background, bells ring, they feel like it's just both of them and no one else, but kissing Fang…it's a lot better.
It was like the biggest bomb ever made had exploded and blew up the earth, making all the bells in the world chime, and Fang and me were the only people alive and we were floating in space kissing with a sweet, yet almost endless feeling.
See how better it is?
Yet, even though I was absolutely loving kissing him, there was something else in the back of my mind telling me that I shouldn't be doing this, that Fang's warm, soft lips should not be kissing mine.
But my body ignored that small little part in the back of my brain, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and curled my fingers in his velvet soft hair.
One of his hands slowly moved from my face to my waist, pulling me closer.
I
Was
In
Heaven
But that small, little, annoying person in the back of my head kept telling me STOP! It's like a bug bite. It's so small, yet so annoyingly itchy, and you keep going back to it wondering why it won't stop itching. The voice in my head wouldn't shut up!
I pulled away from Fang, both of us gasping from the lack of air. His face held excitement, and wonder, but all he was doing was looking at me with wide eyes, nothing else.
I blinked and then it seemed like that small, annoying little voice was finally making sense. I stood up. So sudden, that Fang's hands dropped from my face and waist.
"Uh," I muttered, backing up towards the door.
He stood up and watched me as I stumbled backwards.
"Max," he started.
"I, uh, I," My back hit the wooden guard rail.
He took a step towards me and my foot immediately stepped back, making me lose my balance.
"Max!"
The wooden railing broke, making me fall backwards off the tree house and to the ground below.
I seemed to had one of those slow-mo moments. Have you ever had them? In that moment I was thinking, "Oh, no. I'm falling of a nearly twenty-foot tree house to the hard ground below. This is not going to end well."
Then…I hit the ground.
Yeah, this is not one of the greatest times of my life.
I landed on my stomach, and you all know when you land on your stomach from extreme heights, you usually get your breath knocked out.
Which is exactly what happened to me.
Isn't that so amazing!
I groaned and moved my head back and forth on the ground.
Gravity is sometimes the worst thing in the world.
"Max!"
Oh, yeah. Great, Fangy gets to be the knight in shining armor…again!
I just groaned in response.
"Don't move!" I heard his feet pound on the stairs as he ran down them. Though it seemed like he ran down four, then there was a whoosh of air and the sound of his feet hitting the ground.
"Oh, don't worry about that," I muttered, "I can't feel anything."
His cool hands suddenly were on my neck and he made his way down my back.
"What're you doing?" I asked him, turning my head slightly so I could see his face. It had its regular mask on, but there was concern in his eyes.
"I'm making sure you didn't break your spine or something." He murmured his face in concentration as his hands slowly made their way down my back, giving me chills.
Now that's a way to get the feeling back in your body!
Ha, uh, no.
"And you would know how to do that how?" I asked, wanting to move his hands.
I told you that he cannot touch me from the knee up.
Some of you out there are saying, "And he's already broken that rule how many times now…?"
Well you people out there can…um…shut up! Oh, yeah, what now!
"Some of us actually pay attention in Health, Max." A small smirk made its way across his face.
"Some of us actually pay attention in Health…" I imitated him, mostly muttering it to myself, but his smirk grew wider when he heard.
"I think you're okay." He said, sitting back and removing his hands.
Thank the lord!
I slowly pushed myself of the ground with my hands, wincing as my back cracked.
"Careful." He said, reaching out to help me.
I slapped his hands away and glared at him, "I can do it myself."
I stood up wobbly and then smiled widely at him, "Told you." I said taking a step forward, "I'm perfectly capable of walking by my—"
Fang smirked down at me from where I was sitting on my now, very bruised butt.
He held out his hand, "You were saying?"
I rolled my eyes and took his hand.
He helped me up and grabbed my waist when I stumbled forward.
Whoa, head rush.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, when I blinked a couple times.
"What?" I said looking at him, "Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine."
He grinned, and I immediately knew what was coming next.
"Max," he started, "About what happened in the tree house…"
I told you. Didn't I tell you? See, I was so right.
"Did you…" he frowned, "Did you feel it?"
Feel what? The amazing sensation of your lips on mine? The feeling that made me go weak at the knees? The feeling that I wish never ended?
"Um," I said, looking at my shoes, "What kind of feeling?"
He sighed, and ran a hand through his flawless black hair, "Max, you know what I'm talking about." He said sternly.
I bit my lip, "Yeah, I did." I muttered, blushing and looking down.
"So…" he trailed off.
I kept looking at the ant that was about the crawl on my shoe.
"Where does that leave us?" he concluded.
The ant took one step up on my shoe, and then it slipped of the material.
I finally looked up at Fang's dark eyes, "I-I don't know."
His eyes were questioning, hopeful, serious, and maybe…I think…some fear.
But fear of what?
"Max," he seemed to be searching for words.
I decided to help him out.
"Fang, look." I took a deep breath, "I-I just don't want to lose you."
Ugh, I really don't like these heart-to-heart talks. They're too mushy for my liking.
He took a step towards me, "What do you mean?"
"Think about it," I said quietly, "If Mason found out, he could use both of us."
"How?" Fang seemed to be getting closer and closer to me.
I bit my lip, "He could use us against each other. He could threaten you and make me do something and vice versa. And I don't want you to get hurt." I tried to get rid of the feeling of tears.
Curse my teenage emotions.
"Max," Fang said, now in front of me. He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, "Two is better than one, remember?"
I closed my eyes and nodded.
Images of Mason's cold, hard face smirking with a sick satisfaction ran through my head, making me almost shudder.
Instead, a single tear fell out from the corner of my eye.
Stupid emotions. Stupid emotions. Always getting in the way.
Fang pulled me to him and surrounded me in a warm hug.
"I promised you," He whispered gently, "That he will never hurt you. And I tend to keep that promise. No matter what."
MORE FAX!!
YAY!!
Hope that wasn't too cheesy.
Sorry if it was and you didn't like it, but I was feeling kind of cheesy-ish. =)
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