A Fudge Story
Fang POV
HEY PEOPLE!!!! It's me again! Bringing you Chapter 4!! This time, I want a total of 40 reviews before I give you the 5th Chapter. So, band together and get me there!!!!! Remember, constructive criticism is very much welcome! I also want to thank my reviewers for all their support. Keep yourselves updated, even if it does take my a while to get the chapters up. Also, check out the awesome, wonderful Fudge story written by skipp20!
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Right now, I was up on the roof with Nudge. We were discussing our plans to get Max to confess she likes me.
"So, what do you have in mind? I mean, I think you should just tell her how you feel, but you won't do that. What is the next step in your plan? I saw that the confrontation didn't go to well. Do you have anymore fudge?" Nudge said rapidly.
I opened the blue container filled with chocolate fudge and gave her a piece. Then I popped one in my mouth. Swallowing the flavor-filled chocolate, I said, "If I can get Max to agree to going to New York City, then we will probably room together and pretend to go on dates. Surely that will be enough to get her to admit she wants us to be something more than friends." "Only problem is getting her to agree. Maybe Angel will help us out."
"Angel won't help us, cause she is on Max's side," stated Nudge. I frowned.
"Guess we will just have to have luck on our side," I muttered. This was becoming more difficult than it should be. Why did girls have to be so freakin' stubborn?
What will we do if Max doesn't let us go to New York?" Nudge asked. I shrugged. Then, "When are you going to ask her Fang? She is really mad. And sad, I think."
"Probably in the middle of the night. She is always brain dead when you first wake her up," I said. The thought of her half asleep head looking at me made me grin inwardly. Nudge nodded.
"I'm tired, so I will see you later," said Nudge as she stood up. I watched her take off and fly below to her bed room window. No, there would never be a Fudge. She is definitely not my type. But I wanted to have a Fax. Fax was much better.
I stood up and grabbed my container of fudge, then took off. I landed on my window sill kind of hard and, for a moment, thought I would fall off. Then I regained my balance and jumped into my warm, Fang-ish room. The first thing I noticed was that my laptop was on my bed. Not where I had left it. The second thing I noticed was that my door was slightly ajar. Also, not like I had left it. Something was up, but I had no idea what. I sat down on my bed, just to jump back up with a yelp. My bed was wet!!!!! A huge wet spot in the center!!!!
I looked at my bed, then at my laptop and put two and two together. Max had been in my room. On my bed. On my laptop. I grabbed the computer and quickly logged on to my blog. My eye's widened as I read what I had written. Or, what Max had written. A stream of curses and foul names flowed from my mouth. First, I'm going to rip her limb from limb. Then I will force feed her poison, to kill her, if she isn't all ready. Then I will burn her carcass to ashes. Then I will burn her ashes to ashes. Then I will burn her ashes of ashes to more ashes. Then I will scattered her ashes all over and dance the macarena on them. And even then, her punishment would probably not be over!!!!
I threw the laptop onto my dresser, almost breaking it, then ripped my sheets off my bed and waded them up. I threw them at my door, which caused it to close all the way. It made a lousy thump sound. Not good enough. I wanted to punch something. I snatched the container full of fudge and opened it up. For a second, I only stared at it. The next thing I knew, I was stuffing my face with fudge until no more would fit and I had to start chewing. I probably looked like a blowfish, but I didn't care. In a flash, the container was empty and I regretted treating my wonderful fudge so poorly. That only made my angrier. I would kill her, absolutely kill her, I thought.
It was around midnight when I jumped out of bed and sneaked down to Max's room. When I tried the door, I found it was locked. She must have thought I would come after her. She thought well. But not well enough. I took Ella's hair pin from my pocket and picked the lock. Laughing quietly, I walked into Max's room and shut the door back.
Max was merely a curled up lump in the covers. I stared at her for a second. She was so beautiful, and so smart. I almost regretted what I was doing to her. But then, it was the only way to get her to admit she loved me. I started to shake her awake.
"Wha'? Wha' you want? Leave me alone...," she moaned and turned over.
"Max, wake up, I need to ask you something!" I whispered in her ear.
"N-Fang, go 'way, ask me 'morrow. I'm sleepin'," she mumbled. That's when I yanked off the covers and pulled her pillow from under her head. Her head hit the mattress with a thump. Now she was wide awake...and maybe a bit angry.
"Why did you do that, idiot?" she asked angrily and she sat up.
"I need to ask you something!" I said.
"Well, ask it, so I can get some sleep! It won't be long before Mr. Annoying Voice comes back and say's we have to take a hike. And then I won't get any sleep."
"I think we should go to New York City. Maybe practice our blending in skills? When were on the run, often we have to go into large crowds. I think maybe it would be best if we tried to be a little bit more incognito," I said quickly.
The first thing she said was no. Very firmly, I might add. The second thing she told me was that I had not asked a question, I simply stated something. Apparently, I was grammatically incorrect. What the heck? That had nothing to do with my....statement. I guess she was trying to get on my nerves. Didn't work, though.
"Why not? You know that we need to work on it!" I exclaimed.
"As long as I can keep the flock out of danger, I will. Cities are dangerous. Dr. M's house is not. Or, it is, but a little less dangerous. I can't let anything happen to the flock. You know that. And, we don't have to work on our grammar, you do," she declared meaningfully.
Now I was aggravated. Her reasoning was good. Something I really couldn't argue with. Once again, there was another trait I loved about her. She could reason things through. But the grammar thing was getting old.
"Forget the grammar! We would only spend about a week there, then move to another big city. The flock would love it! We can protect them!", I tried to argue.
"You know good and well that we can't protect the flock. Hasn't past experiences taught you anything? Yes, the flock would love it, but I can't risk their safety. I'm sorry, Fang. Really, I am," she finished quietly.
I opened my mouth to argue, but she suddenly held her hand up, signaling me to stop. A frown appeared on her face and she groaned. "Not you! Not now! Noooooooooo! FISHPASTE!!!!!!!!" she moaned.
"What?" I asked. I hadn't seen that look on her face for a long time. It pained me, but it also brought me joy. Cause I knew that face well.
"All-Mighty Voice is back. He says to go to New York City. He says to follow your plan. I hate the Voice," she stated gloomily. I smiled, silently thanking the Voice. Angel may be on Max's side, but I had the Voice. GO....ME!!!!
"Cool. I'm guessing you'll tell the flock in the morning?" She nodded. "Right then. See you in the morning."
I stopped at the door. "One more thing. If you touch my blog again, I will personally escort you to your grave," I said, quoting her once more. The look on her face was priceless. I walked out the door, waited till I was half way down to my bedroom, then cracked up.
Every thing was going according to plan. New York, here we come!
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Sorry guys! I know on the last authors note I had said that there would be dating and New York Action. Guess I un-knowingly lied to you. Sorry! But I promise, on chapter 5, there will be New York. Maybe dating. I don't know yet. Remember, I want a total of 40 reviews before I post Chapter 5. Thank you all for sticking with me! Bye!!!