*UNEDITED! (Like seriously, I wrote this and didn't look back, so a ton of mistakes have been made)* (I'll go back and edit the chapters when I have time or once I finish this story.)
**A little more graphic kissing scene happens (not to bad but better safe than sorry) and very slight swearing occurs. Read at our own risk**
Max's POV
I gave myself another look over in my mirror, making sure I looked presentable. I had my blonde hair loose, waterfalling passed my shoulders. But this time I had actually bothered to style it, and I had scrunched it up into small wavy ringlets. I had put on a little bit of mascara and I put on my favorite loose Imagine Dragons blouse, along with ripped bleached skinny jeans and my old beat up pair of Chuck's.
Once I was thoroughly satisfied with my appearance I happily skipped out of my room, once again feeling all rainbows and unicorns as I smiled from ear to ear.
"Morning sweetie." My mother greeted me when I entered the living room. She was currently curled up on the loveseat, head deep into another book. I caught a glimpse at the book cover, only to be disgusted for what I had spotted. 'Fifty Shades of Grey'.
"Gross mom! How can you be reading that stuff?" I said, morally disgusted.
"Shh! I'm at a good part!" My mom shushed and turned another page, her eyes never leaving sight of it.
"Heyo!" Jake came in, all perked up, Iggy right at his heels. Iggy looked much better now. I knew letting his feelings out would do the trick and I'm just glad he's doing better. I can't stand seeing him broken.
"What's up?" Iggy asked.
"Mom's reading porn" I confessed. Iggy burst into laughter when he noticed I was indeed right and Jake looked shocked, completely flustered.
"Max! This isn't pornography!" My mom said, emphasizing 'pornography'. "This is fine literature!" My mom continued to defend.
"You know mom, reading porn is just as bad as watching it!" Iggy said through fits of laughter. He had to lean on his crutches to keep from falling over since he was laughing so hard.
"This isn't porn! Behind the romance, a wonderful story is being told!" Mom pouted.
"Mom, I know the whole plot. This Christian dude is only using some Anastasia chick's body and she doesn't care. And when he starts beating her, she even lets him, thinking she deserves it. The end. Did I mention they woohoo nonstop?" I said in disbelief. Yes I know the plot! It's not my fault. Last year, my drama teacher thought it would be necessary to read parts from this book in order to get us into understanding how naïve and blind some people can be when they believe they're in love. It did everything but that. I remember the whole entire class was left feeling awkward and shocked frozen. Not the best class.
"Exactly! A wonderful story becomes unfolded! And this is an adult novel after all. You need to keep it interesting." My mom says, returning back to her 'wonderful' book.
I scrunched my nose but I let the subject go. I looked over at my brothers. Iggy was red faced, fighting back the giggles that threatened to escape while Jake shook his head, most likely shaking the mental images out of his head. I don't blame him though.
I once again I heard the all too familiar ringtone in which I dearly loved to hear. I looked at my phone and read the text. It was indeed Fang informing me that he was here to pick me up. I smiled to myself and pocketed my phone.
"Gotta go! See ya suckers later!" I told my family members as I made my way towards my door, grabbing my coat along the way.
"Where ya going?" I heard Jake asked. I turned back to look at him as I put my warm coat on.
"Nowhere that concerns you" I said.
"But it does concern me young lady." My mother said as she looked up at me.
I sighed. "I'm going to help Fang with some things" I said.
My twin brother instantly perked up and looked at me while Jake simply shrugged it off. My mother gave me skeptical look.
"Who's Fang" She asked. Oh ya, every time I had brought up Fang, I had called him by his real name, Nick.
"Nick." I explained. "Fang is his nickname."
"Fang? What sort of nickname is that?" Mom asked.
"I dunno." I shrugged, slowly backing up towards the door.
"What are two going to do exactly?" My mom continued to question.
"Nothing mom. Can't I just go hang out with my boyfriend?" I asked. My mom was quite thrilled when she had discovered I had gotten myself a boyfriend but that doesn't mean she'll forget that Fang and I are still both a pair of hormonal teenagers.
"Where exactly are you to going to 'hang'" She said, bending her fingers into quotation marks.
"His mom's sick and he needs help taking care of his little sister. Is that a good enough reason for you?" My mother's face instantly softened when I told her this. I looked over at Iggy who was giving me a glare, wondering wither I was telling the truth or making up an excuse for my mom to allow me to go. His face too softened when he realized I was indeed telling the truth. Somewhat at least.
"Fine, just don't come back to late and give my condolences to Nick. And make sure to call and check in"
"Will do!" I said and gave her a salute and I finally escaped the prison that is my home.
I walked down my driveway and I allowed myself into Fang's car.
"Sorry I took so long" I told him.
"It's not a problem at all." He said as he leaned in and stole a quick kiss from me. I smiled as I felt my cheeks flush. He's been doing that a lot lately but I would be telling you the biggest and fattest lie ever if I told you I minded. In fact every time he did it, it made my heart skip a beat and the giant dinosaurs in my stomach decide to hold a freaking fair.
"Good" I murmured as I took a hold of Fang's large, tan, and warm hand into my own small, pale, and cold one. Fang backed out of the driveway and hit the road.
"So where exactly is your house?" I pondered.
"It's not actually that far from the school. It's around that area." Fang said, giving me a side glance. I nodded and I looked out the window like I usually do in car rides. Considering I lived quite some distance from the school, ride to Fang's house was somewhat lengthy but not much. Fang and I both sat in a comfortable silence. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it all.
"Your house is amazing." I truthfully told him.
Fang's house was that one has in the corner with the red bricks, perfect green grass, and white picket fence. And unlike mine, it actually looked will lived in and welcoming. Though his house isn't as large as mine, far from it, it was still a big two story house with lots of room.
Fang only shrugged as he led me towards the front door, hand in hand. He led me inside I was expecting the smell of alcohol or cigarette smoke considering Fang said his mother does this a lot but I was surprised to find out his house smelled like apples and cinnamon. The inside of his home was built to look like a warm loge looking cabin. Most of the furniture, excluding the sofas and all that stuff, was made of dark wood. Oddly enough, I felt welcomed and a sense of security enveloped me.
"FANG!" I heard the shout of no other, little Juliet. She ran, her fiery red ringlets following behind, into Fang's waiting arms. "Fang, guess what!" She asked, showing off her wide toothy grin.
"What?" Fang asked.
"I helped Melinda bake cookies!" She said, her emerald green eyes beaming with enthusiasm. When she finally noticed my presence, if possible, her smile widened even more.
"Max! You're here!" She beamed as she too came up to me and gave me a large bear hug, which I gladly returned.
"I've missed you kiddo." I truthfully said.
"Me to! You never come and visit!" Juliet pouted, looking more adorable if it was even possible.
"Will your grumpy brother here hasn't let me come before." I pointed out with a smirk.
"Why not?" She asked, turning to face her brother. "Meany head!" Juliet shouted at him and kicked Fang straight in the no-no zone. I myself felt my jaw drop and eyes widen in disbelief. Fang instantly fell down on his knees, his hands between his legs as he bended over in pain.
"Geez, Juliet! You're a feisty one aren't you?" I giggled.
"I'm glad to know my pain amuses you" Fang said through gritted teeth.
"Well, what do you want me to do? I can't unkick you! What's done is done." I said.
"Oh I don't know, maybe ask if I'm flippin alright?!"
"But I know you're not alright." I said but I helped him up anyways.
"Dang Juliet, that wasn't necessary!" Fang scolded her, still wincing in pain.
I let go of Fang and made my way towards Juliet who looked guilty, and I knelt in front of her. "That wasn't very nice, now was it?"
She shook her head no. "I'm sorry, Fang." She whispered, looking down.
"Do you want to know what my brother did when I didn't behave?" I asked. She nodded.
"He pushed me out a window and this-" I said, lifting up my casted arm. "I broke my wrist when I fell and it hurt a lot. You don't want Fang here to push you out a window now, do you?" Her bright green eyes instantly widened and she frantically shook her head no.
"Then you have to respect your brother, okay?"
"Okay" She said. I gave her a smile and stood up. I went over to check on Fang.
"You okay now?" I asked him.
"So now you care." He grumbled. I giggled and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He rolled his eyes.
"Juliet, where's Melinda?" He asked his sister.
"Nicholas! You're back!" I heard an unfamiliar voice say. The voice had a slight, what I assume is Australian, accent.
A lady who looked no older than thirty, walked in. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a messy bun and her face contained no makeup, so the bags under her eyes showed quite easily against her pale skin. She had on I plain red blouse and some jeans with an ordinary pair of tennis shoes.
"Sorry Mel. I didn't mean to leave on such a short notice." Fang said.
"Oh it's fine. Juliet acted like an angel!" 'Mel' turned to face me, finally noticing my presence. I gave her a small smile.
"And who is this, might I ask?" She said, a large smile appearing on her face, showing her perfect pearly white teeth.
"This is Max, my…" Fang trailed off, probably wondering if I wanted to be introduced as his girlfriend.
"I'm his girlfriend. Nice to meet you Melinda." I said with a bright smile and I stuck my hand out, just like my mother had taught me to do. Melinda's widened in an amused shocked as she put her hand in mind to give me a proper handshake.
"I didn't know that little Fang here had a girlfriend!" She said. She then pulled me into a tight hug. And when I say tight, I mean tight! I tried to grab some air into my burning lungs but it was no use. I had barely been in Fang's house for not even five minutes and I was already going to die being smothered to death by their nanny. Great.
"Geez Mel! I know you're happy I got a girlfriend but don't kill her! I just got her!" I heard Fang say through my lack of oxygen as my vision slowly began to blur.
"She smells so good! Hmmm so fruity." She said, tightening her grip even more on me. I unintentionally let a small yelp out and Fang instantly reacted by splitting Mel and I apart. I sucked in a big breath, finally allowing fresh air into my much needing lungs.
"I'm sorry sweetie. Fang's never brought a girl home before and I would have never imagined the first one to be someone as gorgeous as you!" Mel sheepishly explained. Any other time, I would have probably had uncontrollably blushed but at the moment, I was too busy trying to help my loopy brain remember how to breathe.
"It's…okay" I said with a quick breath.
She sheepishly smiled and turned to face Fang. "I'm sorry I have to leave at such a bad timing but I'm afraid I need to go. You know, it's not getting any better." She finished, her voice getting weaker as you talked.
"It's fine Mel. Max is actually here to help me. I hope your sister gets better." Fang sincerely told her. Mel nodded and left, not without giving me another bone crushing hug of course.
After Mel left, Juliet had the crazy idea of monopoly. Why? I could ask you the same question. But if it would entertain her, I would more than happily oblige.
"I stink at this game" I groaned. It was true. I would go bankrupt in the first ten minutes of the game without a doubt.
"I want to be the boat" Fang claimed.
"I'll be the dog. I absolutely love dogs" I said.
"I want to be the cat!" Juliet whines.
"There isn't cat though" I told her as I looked through the remaining pieces.
"But on T.V. it shows the pretty kitty!" She pouts.
"The kitty's only in the new version Jules. We don't have it." Fang explained. Juliet sticks her bottom lip even more but suddenly her pout turned into a wide grin as her eyes lit up.
"I'll go get Mr. Snugglebottoms!" She beamed and before anyone could react she ran out. Mr. Snugglebottoms?
"What's a snugglebottom?" I asked Fang. Fang let out a sigh.
"It's a cat that Juliet found as a stay a few months ago." He explained. A cat named Mr. Snugglebottoms. Poor cat. Wait, did he say cat?!
"I got him!" Juliet shouted as she ran back into the living room. Sure enough, in her arms was a grumpy looking Siamese cat. My eyes instantly widened as Juliet brought the cat to us, at the coffee table.
"Juliet, leave him alone." Fang sighed. But I let out a loud sneeze. The thing is, I was helplessly extremely allergic to cats.
"Fang-"sneeze "I'm-"sneeze "a-al-"sneeze "lergic-" sniffle "to ca-" loud sneeze "ats" sniffle. It took Fang a few seconds to put the pieces of what I had just said together. But when he did, his eyes instantly widened.
"Juliet, get that cat out of here." Fang told her, getting up from his seat on the floor.
"But Mr. Snugglebottoms hasn't done anything!" Juliet whined.
"Just get it out of here." Fang repeated, his voice becoming harsher. But I couldn't do anything really; I was too busy sneezing my brains out as my eyes began to water. But I did feel bad, it wasn't Juliet's or Mr. Snugglebottoms I was allergic to cats, yet they were the ones who had to suffer the consequences with me. I really hated allergies. Not only did I have to be more careful, everyone had to be careful with me when they're not the ones with the problem. I am.
"But-"
"Juliet Anne Pierce, get that cat out of this living room this instant!" Fang fiercely said, not quite shouting but no longer keeping his voice low. Juliet's bottom lip trembled and her eyes began to glisten with forming tears but she did as she was told and went out to dispose of the poor innocent cat.
Instantly as the cat had left, my senses began to properly function once again. Though I still had the sniffle here and there.
"I feel terrible." I groaned, burying my face into my hands, bringing my knees closer.
"Why?" Fang asked from somewhere, but all I saw was darkness.
"I came here to help, yet I only made things worse." I sighed, curling up even more.
"Max, it isn't your fault you're allergic. It happens." He said, his voice sounding closer this time. I slowly took my hands off my face as I began to speak.
"I know but-" I trailed off as I finished looking up, only to discover mine and Fang's faces only inches apart. His face, which was once itched with worry, now held an expressionless face. But his eyes told a different story.
Without a second thought he leaned in, finishing the gap between us. I instantly kissed him back and wrapped my good arm around his neck. He placed one hand on my cheek and the other one was running its fingers through my hair, down my back.
I slowly leaned back so I was now fully leaning on my back and Fang hovering above me, never breaking the kiss. He now had his hands placed beside my ears so he could support himself from falling on top of me. I pulled Fang closer and he kissed me with an even more burning passion. I ran my hands through his silky ruffled black hair. He pulled away and began a trail of peppered kisses down my jaw, neck, and shoulder. I leaned my head back in order to give him a better access.
"Fang" I half gasped and half moaned. "Your sister should come back soon"
He either didn't hear be or didn't care because he didn't do anything about it. He made his way back to my mouth and every negative thought I had been thinking instantly vanished, leaving my mind blank except for the bliss Fang was presenting to me.
After a while of kissing the thought of Juliet had creeped its way into my mind once again. She hadn't returned now that I think about it. Or at least I don't think she did. I hesitantly pulled away and I flickered eyes open, only to meet Fang's own pair of eyes. His eyes had turned so dark; they now looked completely black, matching his pupils. We were both heavily panting.
"We should check on her" I whispered after a while of us staring into each other's eyes. He hesitantly nodded and slowly got off of me, already missing his body so close to mine.
We both made ourselves look once again presentable and headed towards Juliet's room. I hoped she was there at least. I was now officially the worst babysitter ever. This sucks.
As we walked up the flight of stairs that led into the second floor, I bumped into something. Or more specifically, someone.
I backed up, and faced the person I had crushed into. It was a woman, maybe in her early forties; she was quite beautiful I had to admit. With the familiar fiery red hair Juliet has herself, and her own pair of bright emerald green eyes, with soft freckles sprinkling her cheeks and nose on her glowing pale skin. She was no other then Fang's mother.
She looked surprised to see me. Well, if I saw my son with a random girl I had never met before walking up the stairs in my own house, I would be surprised too.
"I'm sorry" I quickly apologized. I felt Fang tense up beside me.
"It's okay sweetie." She genuinely smiled. "And who might you be, if you don't mind me asking."
"Oh sorry, I'm Max." I introduced myself.
"Are you one of Nick's friends?" She asked. Before I could answer, Fang interrupted me.
"She's no one that concerns you." Fang growled, grabbing a hold of my wrist.
His mother's features saddened and she sullenly nodded. Before I could even think about anything, Fang pulled away, his iron grip on my wrist making me immobile.
Though my mind was swimming with so many questions, I kept quiet. I knew this was a touchy subject for Fang and he would talk when he was ready. His grip on my wrist tightened, cutting of the circulation to my hand, making it tingle. But I didn't do anything against it. I knew he was ready to snap, and what word could be all it takes to trigger him. I wasn't taking my chances.
"She's only like this when she's actually sober" Fang finally said. His calmed tone surprising me. I knew he was going to continue, so I didn't add a comment.
"She always expects me to treat her like my mother when she's sober, after coming home the night before drunk out of her mind. Almost every night, unless she hitched a ride at some random guy's house, she would come and cuss everything out in front of Juliet. She would the craziest shit in front of Jules." Fang sighed. "She's only seven, Max. How can I explain this to her that not all mothers are like this. She just got the short stick."
I stopped dead in my tracks. Fang stopped as well, still looking forward. This sounded somewhat familiar. I had gone through the same thing with my dad. Though, I might not have been seven, it didn't mean I could fully comprehend on why a man could be so cruel at times to his own children. As I have said plenty of times before, my father wasn't always like this. It was when my mother passed away he had become the drunk and heartless man I had been ashamed to call my father. Of course, he's greatly changed since. But the past can't be forgotten, one just needs to learn when to move on.
"Was she always like this?" I asked, my voice sounding emotionless. I made sure to keep a blank face as Fang turned to look at me from the corner of his eye.
"No" He finally said, in the same tone I had asked my previous question.
"Was it when your father left when she began to act like this?" I pressed on, not even batting an eye.
"Yes"
"Sounds familiar" I whispered, finally letting emotion into my voice. I hadn't meant for Fang to hear me but he clearly had since his death grip on me instantly loosened.
"I guess you do no how it's like in some way" Fang said, him to allowing the slightest bet of emotion into his tone.
"I would like to say it gets better but you and I both know that would be a lie" I said. Fang nodded, his features beginning to sadden.
"I don't blame her" I truthfully said. This caught Fang off guard and his head snapped to meet me face to face. His eyes showing complete confusion.
"What?" He asked in a 'what the heck did you just say?' tone.
"I don't blame her" I repeated, my voice sounding confident.
He instantly let go of my wrist and to a step back. I continued talking before he saw me as a traitor.
"She's broken hearted. I've seen it far too many times already. I know a broken person when I see one. Since I was at one point broken as well. I still am in a way." I began.
"Before you say anything else, let me explain." I continued, not bothering to wait for a response from Fang.
"When my mother died, my dad became the exact same person your mom is right now. He drank, he verbally abused my brother and I, making us feel worthless and lost. But I guess I should back up a little more. I met this little British kid back when I was little. He became my best friend and eventually my boyfriend" As soon as those left my mouth, Fang's eyes narrowed, tightening his hands into fists beside him.
"Along with one of my other best friend, who she herself ended up dating my brother, they both helped Iggy and I through my mother's death. My father would only mourn my mother's death at the time. He was practically a lifeless body, claiming to be my dad. But a little over a year after my mom's death, on my birthday to be exact, my dad had discovered that drinking was a great escape from the pain. There was one point in my life, a couple weeks after my mom died that I actually had been tempted to hurt myself. I was so stupid at the time and if it weren't for that little British kid, I know I wouldn't be here. He made me promise that if I ever feel so down ever again, to go to him and he would help me get my mind off of it." I took a deep breath and continued.
"So the day Iggy and I turned sixteen and my dad came home drunk out of his head, I had decided to go to him. Oh was I in for a treat when I walked in to find my so called best friend and boyfriend getting down and dirty. I was hurt, a lot actually. But I wasn't the heartbroken one. No, Iggy was.
I liked the British boy a lot and I definitely had something for him but it wasn't love, far from it. But since Iggy had been dating my girl best friend, he was absolutely devastated. Iggy had actually fallen in love with her. Only to have his heart shattered. After that day, she became the school's slut, opening her legs for anything with a dick. It wasn't easy for Iggy to see her with multiple guys. Thankfully we moved not long after that. But he was still the biggest mess." I looked up at Fang. His face was expressionless; he softly nodded, telling me to continue. Which I did.
"Then there's the time my dad cheated on my mom, or well stepmom but she's my mother either way. She would do nothing but cry in the period we were staying at the hotel. That's all she did. Cry. She wouldn't sleep, eat, or do anything. Just cry. Once again, another broken hearted person in my life.
Now for the solutions. My dad found another woman. Iggy found the sport of soccer but if you haven't noticed, he absolutely hates anything to do with love, so that's wasn't a solution. And as for my mom, she got back together with my dad but they're still on a rough patch. They're getting there. And I pretty much did absolutely nothing. I just kept them from completely breaking loose. That's it." I finished off my rant.
Before I knew it, a pair of warm lips were on my own. Fang pulled me into a very passionate kiss, telling me everything he wanted to say through it. As quickly as it had begun, it ended. But he only pulled away a few centimeters. Our foreheads where still touching, and our lips were barely even skimming each other.
"I'm sorry" He whispered.
"I know" I whispered back. I closed my eyes. I had just told Fang a lot about my past. But it felt right, like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. I breathed in Fang's familiar vanilla and musk smell as I pulled him into a tight embrace in which he gladly returned. I softly sighed in content, wishing more then anything for this moment to never end.
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I DID IT! AN ACTUAL LONG CHAPTER! I'm so proud but tired. It took me two days and I typed for a total of 8 hours, 4 hours each day. It's also over 4,700 words!
Now, SO MUCH FAX! And Max tells some more about her past. Now it's Fang's turn to dig in deeper into his dark past.
Question of the Chapter: Was this an okay kissing scene? Not to graphic and disturbing but yet cute to read?
My response: I tried to keep it PG-13. I tried but failed on writing a kissing scene on how JP would have written it while adding my own person twist.