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Ch. 36:
Max POV
I squealed freakishly as I collapsed on my bed. Fang had told me he loved me. Loved me. That was big. Huge.
I quieted down, not wanting to attract Ella. I knew if I seemed over-excited then she would question me. And if she questioned me I would tell her. And if I told her the whole Flock, maybe the entire school, would know by this time tomorrow. Why? Because although Nudge is the motormouth of our group, Ella has most certainly got the gossip card down pact.
I thought over my date. The perfect date. I smiled to myself. I didn't regret telling him my feelings one bit. It was love. It had to be. If it wasn't love, what could this emotion be?
Brrrzzt!
I looked down at my phone. A text from Fang.
Hey, what's up?
Not much. You just dropped me off ten minutes ago!
You must be doing something.
Not really. Just hanging in my room, trying to avoid the gossip monster that is Ella.
You know, I just thought about how creepy it was that we could've been watched on our romantic date…
I sighed, my thoughts now ranging to my stalker. Yes, I had just told Fang I loved him for the first time and now some creep probably has it on video tape. Isn't that lovely?
Way to ruin my good mood.
Oh, you'll be fine. I wonder who that beach belonged to though…
The old man who told us off?
No duh. I was just wondering who he was.
I'm sorry, was that sarcasm I was hearing from you?
Maybe…
"Max! Max, I need you!" Ella called through the door.
Gotta go. The monster… I mean, sister, awaits.
Love you. See ya later.
I slid my phone into my back pocket and smiled at the last text I got. Whether he had meant to or not, Fang had told me he loved me. Again.
I unlocked the door.
"What is it, Ella?" I asked, annoyed she had stopped my text conversation.
"While you were on your date with destiny, Nudge, Angel, and I went shopping." Ella grinned.
I rolled my eyes, "It was a date with Fang. Not destiny. And so what? You always go shopping. It's like the epitomy of your life."
"Is not." She humphed and crossed her arms.
I sighed, "What do want, Ells?"
"Well... I said we went shopping. And we went dress shopping. We found the most absolutely stunning dress for you. So now you have to try it on. The party is tomorrow. Saturday. We need to see if it fits." She explained.
"Fine. Fine. Where's the dress?" I asked.
"I'll go get it." She happily pranced away. I didn't know that people could prance. How weird…
She came back quickly with a long silver dress. It was glittery, floor-length, and tight-fitting. Exactly what I didn't want.
She smirked, catching my drift from my expression. "You never said anything about the length, glitter, or the fit."
Grumbling, I snatched the dress and walked into the bathroom.
Sighing, I changed into the dress. I looked in the mirror. My breath caught in my throat. I looked so… not me. I looked… for lack of a better word, gorgeous. My dress was strapless, but at that point I didn't care.
"Ella!" I called, still mesmerized by the dress.
"OH MY FREAKING-" Ella began to say before rushing into the bathroom. Shed didn't even glance at me as she stared at my phone in her hands.
What? It was in my shorts pocket… It must've fallen out on my bed.
"Fang told you he loved you!" She giggled, still not looking up from the phone.
"Ella," I groaned. "Not a big deal."
"Is too a big deal." She retorted.
"No." I glared. "It's not. He was just saying it as a text message kind of goodbye thing. You know how you sign letters? Like you end a letter with 'Love, Max.' Right?"
"Oh…" She frowned, disappointed. Internally sighing, I was ecstatic I got her off my back about that. Though this proves what a gossip and a little snoop she is. Why do I tolerate her again? Oh, yeah. She's my sister.
Ella finally met my gaze and looked up from the phone.
"Oh my pancakes." She gasped.
"What is with that saying?" I asked.
She promptly ignored me. "Max, you look gorgeous!" She yelled. Funny, that's what I said before.
"Fang is going to go goo-goo when he sees you." She grinned.
"What makes you think Fang's coming?" I asked, crossing my arms.
She grinned, "If he isn't, this would've been a total waste. And he'll be crazy not to really say I love you when he sees you in that dress." She winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"So what about the mask?" I asked.
"Oh yeah!" She exclaimed, running off to who-knows-where.
Coming back, she had a silver mask. It was just an eye-mask, but if you didn't really know me, you wouldn't be able to recognize me.
"This is kind of sad." Ella frowned.
"What?" I asked.
She sighed and explained, "No one will know that it's you who looks absolutely gorgeous in this gown. You'll just be 'the girl in the mask'."
"Ella." I laughed. "The people who count know. Besides, I don't care who else knows who I am. In fact, I'd rather be anonymous."
"Really?" She asked, disbelieving.
"Really." I nodded.
"Well then." She grinned once more. "I bet you can't wait for tomorrow."
Well, erm… I got Max a dress. Sorry, there isn't a link. I make these dresses in my story up from my imagination.
My answer to last chapter's question: My favorite singer right now would have to be Taylor Swift. But my favorite band is definitely the Fray. WOOT WOOT!
By the way, only one person guessed the language I was learning. It was Chinese. But I didn't reward her with a cookie because SHE ALREADY KNEW THE ANSWER. Cheater...
This chapter's question: If you went to a masquerade, would you want people to know who you were? Or would you want to be anonymous?
~Cake.