Hey guys! I realized something. Usually I update my chapters on Saturdays, but last week I accidentally updated two chapters on Thursday. I know what you're thinking, how do you accidentally update? Well, ever since school got out, I'm lucky if I know what month it is, let alone what day it is. Apparently I thought it was Saturday, but this doesn't even really matter to you, so here is the story. Enjoy!
Max's POV-
I walk up the thin, paved path leading to the front steps of Dylan's house. Even though it is below freezing, my palms are sweating. I wipe my hands on my jeans before ringing the doorbell. I wait almost a minute, and am about to turn around to leave when I hear someone coming to the door. Seconds later Dylan is standing in the doorway with an expressionless face.
"Hey good buddy, old pal." I say enthusiastically. I have a huge smile on my face, and Dylan looks confused.
"What are you doing here?" He asks. "And why are you soaking wet?" The smile on my face drops. I push my way past him into his house.
"Sure come on in." He says with a little bit of a smile.
"Why won't you respond to any of my calls?" I say. He runs his hand through his hair.
"I guess my phone was dead." I give him a "how dumb do you think I look" look.
"For a whole week?" He shrugs. I turn away from him, and walk into the living room.
"Look-" I start. I am cut off by Dylan motioning with his head to his mom who is sitting on the couch just feet away from us. I never even saw her sitting there.
"Hi Lucy." I say with a smile. I grab Dylan's wrist, and lead him into his kitchen.
"Look." I start again. "I'm going out with Fang, and you don't like it." He looks uncomfortable. "But you got to get over it. Yeah, its really weird, but that's the way it is going to stay." Dylan looks at the ground like he doesn't know what to say. "Dylan, I really don't want to lose you as a friend." He looks up at me and gives a tiny smile. "And plus, If we can keep a friendship going for three years being a whole state away, we can survive this easily." He gives a bigger smile. "Okay, so we're good?" I ask raising my eyebrows. He nods.
"Yeah, we're good."
"Great." I say excitedly. I stand on my tip toes and hug him around the neck. "I would love to stay and chat, but I got to go. Fang is waiting-" I stop myself before I can say anything more. Dylan raises an eyebrow. "In the driveway." I say quietly looking down at the floor. I look up to see him smirk.
"What?" I ask.
"He's scared I would pummel him." I can't help but laugh. I start walking back to the front door, and Dylan follows.
"So do you want to hang out tomorrow?" I ask. "It could be just the two of us." He shrugs.
"Sounds like a plan." He says with a smile.
"Great." I say bouncing on the balls of my feet. "I'll come by about 2."
"Okay, see you tomorrow." He opens the door for me and I walk outside. I walk down the sidewalk to the driveway where I find Fang leaning against the garage door.
"So?" He asks standing up. "How did it go?" I feel a giant smile grow on my face. I pump both of my fists in the air.
"It's good!"
Dylan's POV-
I watch as Max walks down the paved path. I see her smile at something, then walk out of view. I shut the door, and lock it before walking to my bedroom. I grab my iPod and set it to shuffle. Why did she have to start dating him? What does he have that I don't? Ever since I was little I have always had some kind of crush on Max. With her dirty blonde hair, and dark brown eyes she's gorgeous. Plus she's probably got the best personality of anybody in Wilhoit, and any of the bordering towns. What bugs me the most about this whole situation is that Fang-one of my best friends for ten years-knew I liked her from the start, and still went after her. I can feel myself getting angrier, and angrier. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. There's nothing I can do about it. I think to myself. Max is happy and that's all that matters. Right?
No, not right! My subconscious screams at me. Fang took your girl. She was in your grasp, and then he swooped in taking her right out of your hands. I feel myself getting angry again, but I take a step back.
Well, that might be, I reply. But at least if all ends horribly I'll still be her friend with no awkwardness. Fang on the other hand will be screwed. That's when my subconscious says something that changes my perspective on the whole thing.
You know, he's probably the reason she broke up with you in the first place.
Max's POV-
"So, he wasn't mad at all?" Fang asks as we walk down the dirt road leading to my house. We were holding hands when we left Dylan's, but it was so cold we had to put our hands in our pockets.
"I think he was mad in the beginning, but I am pretty sure he is fine with it now. I told him we would hang out just the two of us tomorrow, and I think that was the real turning point."
"Where are you thinking of going?" He asks. I shrug.
"I don't know." I say. "We're probably just going to hang out at his house, or go somewhere in town. Somewhere simple." Fang nods, and is silent.
"What?" I ask smiling. "Are you going to be one of those boyfriends that don't want their girlfriends talking to other guys?" Fang gets a weird look on his face.
"God no. I just think he's okay with this as he says he is." I bit my lower lip.
"Maybe, but if he's still not okay with this he'll get over it eventually." We walk in silence for the next couple seconds.
"So boyfriend, huh?" Fang says with a smirk.
"What?" I ask confused.
"You asked, am I going to be one of those boyfriends."
"What about it?" I ask looking at the ground.
"We're officially a boyfriend-girlfriend couple now?" Fang asks with a smile. I smile at the ground.
"We were a long time ago." I say.
"Yeah, but now that you've said it, its official." I look up still smiling, and bump my shoulder against his.
"Whatever. I'm not a titles person." Fang smirks and I laugh. The rest of the time while we are walking flies by, and before I know it, we are standing at the end of my drive way.
"So, girlfriend, I guess I'll see you on Monday." Fang says putting his arms around my waist. I roll my eyes, but I have to admit I do like hearing that.
"You're going to bug me about that all the time now aren't you?" I say putting my arms around his neck. The way we are standing looks like we could be dancing. Fang smirks.
"You bet." He says. I laugh, and Fang pulls me around around the waist until his lips meet mine. I try to pull myself closer, but right as I do, Fang pulls away. The next thing I know he is off down the path to his house. I sigh, and walk up the driveway to my own home.
Hey guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I have another challenge. Well, it's not really a challenge. I have 237 reviews on this story right now, and I want to try to get at least 250. When that goal is met, weather it be today, tomorrow, or five minutes from now I will post the next chapter. Okay? Good luck!
