CHAPTER 5~Of Walls and Problems
PREVIOUSLY ON BECAUSE OF A FIGHT, BELIEVE IT OR NOT:
"FOR JUSTICE!" we all exclaimed, turning heads, as all four of us scampered out of the store, before security was called.
Laughing wildly, all the way back to the car, we high-fived, grinning.
"That. Was. Awesome!" Nudge squealed.
"Can we do that again, Max?" Angel wondered innocently.
"I think that was bloody amazing!" Ella laughed, head tossed back.
I think I saw a camera flash... I thought frowning, but still smiling on the outside.
"Max?" Angel asked.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. That was fun!" If only Fang was there. It would be even better.
MAX POV:
We were hanging out at my house after the mall incident, and Nudge wouldn't shut her mouth about it. God, it was worse than her normal rubbish she jitters about.
My gosh, she was rambling for five minutes straight. So I told her, "Nudge, for the love of all that was holy, please, shut up." Thankfully, she listened to me and shut her mouth.
All that mattered was the sweet, sweet silence.
"But, Max-"
"Nudge," I warned.
"Sorry, Max," she squeaked. I wasn't that bad, was I?
Eh, screw that thought, I was the worst of the worst. You did not mess with me, my family, or my friends. I was freaking scary.
The doorbell rang, causing my thoughts to do somersaults and cartwheels in my head. I gave a pointed look at Ella and then Nudge. Angel had gone back home, because her mom had needed her to do something.
It rang again like an impatient whining. I yanked the door open, coming face-to-face with a wall. Who the hell put a wall in front of our door? I drew my fist back quickly, and punched it as hard as I could, trying to break the wall down.
There was a sharp inhale of breath, as the wall started...moving. And to my horror, it was Fang, who was clutching his chest, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"God Max...do you really...want to...kill me?" he wheezed. Oops.
Iggy came sliding down the banister of the stair case, and took one look at me, Fang, and Fang's arm on his chest. "Trying to kill my guest as soon as he gets in the house?" Iggy asked, feigning fury.
"Technically... I wasn't...even...in the house... yet..." Fang huffed.
"Don't be a smartass," I told Fang, "Besides, you were on our property and it's not my fault you're taller than me!"
"Yes, it is..." Iggy added in. "You didn't drink enough milk to make you tall and strong, like moi–"
"You mean Fang?" I interrupted him.
"Well, I am tall and super strong..." Fang mused.
"Shuddup!" Iggy and I shouted at him simultaneously. Ella and Nudge came rushing in.
"What's going on?" Ella asked.
"We heard yelling! Max! Fang! You guys aren't in a lover's spat are you?" Nudge worried, albeit in a teasing tone.
Wait, what?
"We are NOT lovers!" Fang and I shouted.
"Sure seems like it..." Iggy muttered.
"What was that?" I asked him, glaring menacingly.
"Er, nothing..."
"So what was it about?" Ella wondered aloud.
"Well, Ella, my dear sister," Iggy began. "Max here was doubting my strength and height."
Ella paused for a second, staring at Iggy intently. "Well, you are pretty tall. And strong..." Iggy pumped his arms out in victory. "But you aren't strong as Fang. Sorry, Igs," she apologized.
Iggy looked at Nudge desperately. "Sorry, Iggy, I love you, but you're not the strongest. Maybe you should listen to Ella and work out some more..." she tried helpfully.
Iggy screamed in frustration, "I have freaking abs! I do not need to work out!"
Now, even Fang looked bemused. "So do I. Let's see them," he challenged. I could literally see the lump in Iggy's throat be swallowed down.
"Fine. You first, Fang." And so Fang lifted the front part of his shirt up to expose his awesomely, insanely ho – Heh, I never said that.
A longer look at his abs.
Eh, who am I kidding. They're freaking hot. By now, Iggy is fumbling around with the hem of his shirt, trying to look confident. He went through a big show of "majestically" taking his entire shirt off, to reveal a six-pack.
Okay, be honest here, who actually believed that?
So Iggy didn't have a total beer belly – he was skinny and fit– but it wasn't all muscular like Fang's. It was silent. No one moved. Until everyone started laughing their butts off at Iggy-even Nudge!
"Hey! That's not nice!" Iggy whined, pulling his shirt back on as quickly as he could.
"Yeah, yeah. It was funny, though," I added in between laughter.
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Uh huh!"
"Nuh uh!"
"SHUT UP!" Ella screamed. "God, I think I may be older than both of you!"
"Whatever," Iggy pouted. "Come one Fang, let's go to my room."
"WOAH!" I shouted, "That was just wrong!"
Iggy quickly back-tracked, saying, "Let's ditch 'em and play COD," before looking at me pointedly, as if asking "Was that better?" I nodded, and they proceeded on.
As soon as we heard the door of Iggy's room shut closed, Ella and Nudge burst out talking. "Oh my god, did you see Fang's abs? They were just so smexy! Gosh, Fang should be Iggy's personal trainer!" Ella blurted giggling.
"I mean, Iggy's my boyfriend and everything, but those abs on Fang were just hot!" Nudge giggled as well. Ella nodded her head, before turning to look at me.
"What? Don't you think Fang's abs were totally sexy?" she asked me accusingly. Unfortunately, I blushed, remembering last night. And even worse, Ella saw it. "Ooohhh someone's got a little crush on Fang!" she teased.
"Haha, you should of seen her last night when Fang took off his shirt! She was like oh shit. It was hilarious because Max like froze right before the fight –" and then I slapped my hand over her mouth.
"You went to a party without me?" Ella shrieked angrily. "How could you Max? You said that there wasn't one yesterday! Why?"
"Because you were baby-sitting Angel."
"Oh. Well then how long did you take to beat him?"
I said nothing.
"Max?"
My mouth remained closed.
"MAX?"
"Ah whatever! Ella, Fang beat Max," Nudge shouted. Ella's mouth opened to form a perfect "O". Wait for it... Wait for it...
"Oh, God!" Ella yelled, bursting with laughter. "Wow! He beat you! Now I really wish I was there!" she smirked. What a loving sister I have. "So what's he going to do with you?" Ella wondered.
"He –"
"We're going out the entire day tomorrow," came a deep voice from the top of the stairs.
Oh yippee doo-da, Fang's here. And we're "going out" all tomorrow! YAY!
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow. Bright and early," Fang said.
"Damn, Max, I never knew you could move so fast. Does this mean at my soccer games, I'll see you and Fang making out on the bleachers instead of watching me play?"
Oh, for the love of fuck.
"Fang..." I growled. His dark eyes glimmered with amusement and dared me to attack, as if he thought I wouldn't get away with it. But I was already at the bottom of the stairwell - his death was already planned. "Get your scrawny butt back down here!"
I may have begun a friendship with Fang, but right now, I was pissed. Ella was basically telling me to get ready for months of verbal torture.
"You think I have a scrawny butt?" Fang paused, questioningly. And get this, he stuck his butt at me! I so did not need to see that.
"EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!" I screeched. He laughed. I screamed at him. He laughed some more. I glared. He ran. Life is good for now as we know it.
Taking off after him, I skipped steps as I ascended the stairs. I could hear Iggy mutter something to Nudge, but I really didn't care at this moment. All my brain was trained on doing, was to capture Fang. Possibly skin him alive or cook him in a vat of boiling oil…okay, maybe not, but he needed a good beating. Especially since I hadn't beaten him up at the fight.
All the doors in the hallway were open when I reached the top. All, but one. C'mon Fang, if you're going to hide, hide well!
"Fang? I know you're in there!" I called into the room. Ironically, it was my room - how had I not noticed that before? I couldn't help but feel like a four year old again, playing hide-n-seek with my friends. Well, only one person, and I don't know what I'd consider him. Scanning my room, I was mentally thankful I had cleaned it on Thursday, and that it had stayed clean for once.
There wasn't much availability, as far as hiding spots go. There was no "under the bed" spots, or furniture large enough for a high-schooler to hide behind. Which left the bathroom, and the closet. I checked the closet first. It wasn't big, but it was a walk in one. Fang wasn't behind any clothes, or boxes.
When I stuck my head in the bathroom, the bathroom closet was wide open and empty, as was the shower curtain. And I'm positive he didn't fit under the sink. It was a fact: Fang was not in my room.
Which lead to a ten minute search of each room. There were six others. And Fang wasn't in any of them.
"WHERE IS HE?" I screamed exasperatedly, stomping down each of the wooden steps. They were sitting in the living room, watching Spongebob Squarepants. I never really understood that show. Everyone turned to look at me.
Iggy.
Nudge.
Ella.
And Fang.
"YOU!" I yelled. He paused, mid-bite into his apple, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes Max?" he replied, getting up from the couch, and walking towards me. Nudge, Iggy and Ella were to engrossed in the episode to look, but I swear I saw Nudge's ears perk up to her raptor hearing, when she heard my voice.
"I SPENT AN HOUR LOOKING FOR YOU! AND YOU-YOU-YOU!" I sputtered out, not being able to finish.
"You what?"
"YOU WERE SITTING ON THE COUCH WATCHING FREAKING SPONGEBOB!" Finally! It's all out. He smirked.
"And?"
"UGH!" I fumed. "I HATE YOU!" Fang smiled at me knowingly.
"No, you don't." And then he kissed me on the cheek, walking out the door. Leaving me red from embarrassment and anger. "See ya tomorrow on our date," he winked.
That jerk.
Well, at least he's a sexy one. With scrawny buttocks.
You know what? Just ignore me.
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