I felt the sun leaking in through the window and pulled myself out of whatever dream that wasn't important enough to remember. I looked over t the clock to see that it was already noon. Wow, that's the latest can remember ever sleeping. I dragged my body out of the comfy, warm bed and threw on some cloths for the day, a simple tee-shirt and jeans. Making my way to the kitchen to throw together some milk and cereal, about the only thing that I can make without turning food into toxic waste, I passed through the living room and saw Fang and Iggy, already up and watching TV on the couch. Iggy felt me passing by and looked in my direction to give me a dirty look as last night's events came back to my memory.
I couldn't stop myself from drawing in a sudden gasp of air as I saw Iggy leaning against the wall, glaring in my direction, with great accuracy, I might add. Even though I knew that he couldn't see me, I felt myself avert my eyes from his gaze anyway.
"When were you planning on telling me that Fang started talking again?" he asked in a tense whisper, clearly trying hard to not raise his voice.
I was hesitant with my answer in my dismay and embarrassment at being discovered before I finally decided to answer boldly. "I wasn't," I told him.
I saw him clench his fist tightly in anger as he inhaled and exhaled as slow, deep, shaky breath of frustration and thought that he might actually start yelling at me but, to my surprise, he turned on his heels and walked off towards his room, leaving my in the quiet of the night.
I finished off my surprisingly edible breakfast and went back to the living room to sit on the couch next to Fang, not failing to receive another lovely glare. I didn't pay much attention to whatever was on the TV; it was some sports game that Fang had put on. A moment later, Angel ran into the room and hurried over to me.
"Max, your mom said that she would take us to the mall today! Do you wanna come?" she asked me, excitedly.
"No thanks, sweetie. I think I'll just stick around the house for today," I told her. I knew that she would ask Fang next, and I knew that he would turn her down too; that means that I can hang with him for the day. Also, Nudge would defiantly say yes and, I'm sorry, but, as much as I love that kid, that motor mouth just gets ten times worse when she's in a mall. Gazzy would probably go with her to keep her company, anyways. Besides, malls mean people, lots of people.
As expected, she turned to the boys. "Fang, Iggy, will you come?" she asked.
"Sorry, I'm going to the movies with Ella today," Ig replied while Fang simply shook his head. I don't know why he would want to go just to listen to voices, but, again, who was I to tell him not to. He probably just wanted to spend some time with Ella, anyways; everyone could tell that he liked her.
Angel quietly walked out of the room, disappointed that there were no takers for the mall. She came back a little while later with Nudge, Gazzy, my mom, and Total, all ready to go.
"Max, we'll be gone for a few hours, so expect us back around dinner time," mom told me as Ella came around the corner to join Iggy.
"We'll be back whenever," he muttered as all of them walked out the door.
Seeing that everyone was gone but me and Fang, I glanced over at him before giving up my pride and strong attitude to move closer to him and cuddle up, laying my head on his chest. He looked at me for a moment then brought his arm around me to lay it on my waist. Giving a small, soft smile, he put his free hand on top of mine and held it softly, lightly stroking the back with his thumb. I don't know what made him turn into this kind of softie, but, hey, I'm not complaining.
We sat quietly for a while, not paying attention to the TV, just enjoying each other's comfort when, suddenly, I felt Fang's grip tighten a bit as he looked down at me with a heartbroken look.
"Fang? Are you alright? Do you want to talk now?" I asked, worried, seeing how much sadness was on his face.
He nodded in response. Before I was able to ask which question he was replying to, he spoke up.
"I…I met my parents," he said quietly, his voice and hand trembling, as he averted his eyes, looking down.