Choices
Fang and Iggy were at a party. Iggy's eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a girl to flirt with. Fang mostly just looked at the floor. He hated parties, but somehow Iggy had managed to get him here. And now Fang was regretting it, big time.
"Dude, look at her." Iggy said, pointing. Fang followed his gaze to a girl that was standing in the center of the room, surrounded by people. Her hair was super light ash blonde, that hung down her back in a perfect curled ponytail. Her eyes were a brilliant blue. She was tall and thin, but not too tall and not too thin. Her makeup was perfect. She wore designer jeans and frilly blouse with pumps. She was talking and socializing, smiling a brilliant smile. She looked perfect.
Iggy was practically drooling. Fang caught something out of the corner of his eye and turned to the side. There was another girl, sitting in a dark corner of the room with a soda. She looked incredibly awkward and nervous. She had dirty blonde, almost brown hair, in a messy ponytail that she had pulled over her shoulder. It had red streaks. The hand that wasn't holding her soda anxiously played with her hair or the sleeves of her black hoodie. Her jeans were a little baggy, and had rips and holes. She was wearing black combat boots. When she looked towards him, Fang saw she had chocolate brown eyes.
She wasn't wearing any makeup, and her lips looked like they were bleeding from how hard she was biting down on them. She was on the skinny side, and she was a little short. Iggy elbowed Fang in the side, making him look away from the girl. "Come on Fang, lets go talk to her." He said, pointing to the perfect girl. Fang frowned a little, looking at her. Her smile was looking a little fake. "Nah, you go ahead." "What? Are you crazy?" Iggy questioned. "Are you really passing up an opportunity to have her all to yourself?" Fang asked, raising an eyebrow.
Iggy shrugged. "Your loss, man." With that, he started to fight through the crowd towards the girl. Once he was gone, Fang looked again at the other girl. She looked lonely. Without thinking about it, he walked over to her and sat down in the chair next to her. "Hey." He said. "Hi." She returned in a small voice, looking at him curiously. "I'm Fang." "Max." Fang liked the name. It suited her. "So, why are you over here, talking to me?" Max asked. "Shouldn't you be trying to talk to Angel, like everyone else?" Fang frowned in confusion. "Angel?" he asked. Max sighed and pointed to the perfect girl that everyone was hounding.
"Oh, her." Fang shrugged. Max was surprised. No one ever turned down the opportunity to talk to Angel. She was perfect, and Max was Max. No one ever chose her over Angel. "My brother wanted to talk to her. I figured he'd have a better chance if I wasn't around." "She has a boyfriend." Max said, looking over at Angel in time to see her heatedly kissing a lanky boy with strawberry blonde hair. "Though I guess that doesn't make much of a difference." Fang looked over as well, and said, "Well, I guess my bro got what he wanted."
"That's your brother?" Max questioned. Fang nodded. "If I were you, I would be worried for him." Max said. "Why?" "Angel… she doesn't have a lot of respect for…. Anyone really. If they get into a relationship, she'll probably break his heart." "I'll be sure to tell him that." He responded, looking back at Max. "How do you know that about her?" "She's my sister." Maxs voice was bitter as she said that. "If she's your sister, why is she surrounded by people and when you're sitting here by yourself?" Max sighed again. "Because she's Angel, and I'm Max."
Fangs eyebrows rose. "Meaning if someone has a choice, they'll choose Angel every time, because I'm the freaky outcast girl." "Well, I chose you didn't I?" She turned and looked at him seriously. "That you did. Why is that?" she asked. "I'm not sure." Fang answered. "But I do know, that if I had to make the same choice again, I wouldn't change a single thing."
(A/N Doesn't make much sense. Oh well. Reviews please.
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