Brooke Walsh, NEVER do that again! Seriously! I was working on a new story! Plus I'm pulling these ideas straight out of my a—with no help! Give me a break! Please!
Out jumped Fang. He tackled me to the ground and we rolled around in the underbrush. When we came to a stop, he got off of me and helped me up.
"Um, I hope I'm not interrupting or anything but Angel said mom has calmed down. We can go back." Ella stepped out of a briar bush and walked over to us.
"Okay. I have homework anyway." Fang replied. He grabbed Ella and we flew home.
As soon as we landed, Fang went straight to the attic.
Max and Fang don't share a room. Iggy and Gazzy sleep in the basement, Nudge and Angel sleep in Ella's room while Max has the guest room all to herself. Fang has half the attic.
knock knock "Come in!" I called out from my lap top. I sat up as Fang walked in.
"What's up?" he asked. He sat down on my desk chair.
"Nothing. Just working on my report. You?" I answered as I went over to my dresser.
"Not much. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What about?" I walked over to him.
"Well, there's a dance next week and I wanted to know if you wanted to go, you know, with me." He was shifting in the chair.
"Go to the dance? With you?" I got down on the floor in front of him. "Why do you want to go any ways?"
"We've never been. You know what, I'm sorry I asked." Fang got up to leave but I wouldn't let him.
"Fang, stop, I'll go with you." I leaned in to kiss him and he kissed me back with enough force that I fell back onto my bed. We were still making-out when mom came to get us for dinner.
Let me just say, we were grounded. As in, no flying, TV, computer, or phone for a week. At least we could still go to the dance!
I gotta go for thanksgiving dinner at my uncle's house. I might be able to update my other story real quick! Thankx for reading!