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Between The 1 And Hollie, There Is An Underscore _ ← Like That. There Is No Caps Either. Anyway, On With The Story.

I grabbed my purse and keys and ran inside, up to my room. I pulled off my cheer outfit and rifled through my closet trying to find something to wear. I found a red dress that clung and had a black zip down the front. I put it on, like a jacket, and zipped up the front. I slipped into some black stilettos and applied my make-up.

I heard a stone hit my window and looked across the gap between the houses. I saw Fang, staring at me, so I waved and he waved back and I giggled. He climbed into the tree between our houses, just like old times. I opened my window and let him in, grabbing him and kissing him, long and hard.

I opened my lips, and he cautiously let his tongue explore my mouth. I gently moaned and pulled him closer to me, he tangle his hands in my hair and I wrapped my legs round his waist.

"We should go," he gently murmured in my ear, while carrying me backwards, then pushing me up against my wardrobe. I responded my putting my hands up his shirt and resting them on his chest, right over his heart.

"Max, this isn't right, I'm injured, you need to date a footballer or you'll be kicked off the team," I made him groan which cut him off and he started kissing me again. I started unbuttoning his shirt while he found the zipper to my dress. I felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, then Bedrock by Young Money ft. Lloyd played out. I giggled at this, the song totally fit the situation.

"I gotta' get this, it might be important," He answered the phone.

"Hello? Oh. Hi Iggy, Yeah, I saw Max just leaving her house so I offered her a lift, shouldn't be too long. See ya soon,"

He gave me a nervous look and let me down. I grabbed his hand and ran down through my house. I ran over to his Mercedes Benz, my heels going clip-clop and climbed in the passenger seat. He got in and strapped me in, then himself. He reversed out the drive and quickly speed down the road. I love everything about Fang, except his driving. I worried about him, his driving was so bad. He looked at me and put his hand on my bare thigh.

Within a few minutes, we arrived at the party where I was tackled by Nudge and Angel who wanted to know where I'd been. Nudge took one look at the state I was in, hair messy, lipstick smudged, dress zipper slightly undone and went;

"DETAILS, AND NOW!"

"Oh, I erm was running here 'coz I was late and then Fang saw me and gave me a lift. That's all, promise,"

"Of course, hey where'd Angel go?" I turned round to see Angel and Gazzy sucking face.

"Uh, how gross can you get?" I saw Iggy turn around from Fang and realised he was looking for Nudge. She ran over to him, straight into his arms.

"Hey, wanna' go get some drinks?" Fang materialised at my side and took my hand. I blushed and followed him. He handed me a drink and looked at me. I suddenly felt queasy and headachy.

"Max, you O.K.? You look a bit pale, come with me lets go get some air." He lead me away, just in time as well as I was promptly sick, all down the back of Cleveland's shirt. Oops. Fang pushed me forward, so I was next to his car, opened the back door and handed me a sick bag. I carried on being sick, Fang was holding my hair and the bag while I made a fool of myself.

"Max?" I heard Iggy's voice and blushed, "Oh My God, are you O.K.? Well I can see you're not, come and get some rest, you can stay in my little sisters room, I'll lock the door, Fang, you go with her, there's a toilet in there."

I looked up briefly and smiled at Iggy, my way of saying thanks. I looked at Fang and mouthed that I'd rather go home.

"Thanks, for offering Ig, but she'd rather go home, I think she'd feel more comfortable there."

"O.K. But at least let me ride with you, I'll hold the bag for you in the back Max, or I'll drive," Iggy climbed in the back, opened a fresh bag and held my hair back.

We got to Fang's house and my parents still weren't in, I stumbled through his door and straight up to his bedroom, into his en-suite and out my head down the toilet.

"Max? Hunny? Is That You? I haven't seen you in so long. Oh My!" Fang's mom was instantly by my side, rubbing my back. I rested my head on the cold rim of the toilet and closed my eyes, feeling really ill.

"Mrs. Martinez, my parents are away, on business, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't ill but I don't suppose you still have that old blow-up mattress do you? Don't worry if you don't, I'll go home."

"Max, I will always have room for you in my house, you should know that by now. I'll go get it, Fang look after Max," Fang was looking a little queasy by this time but looked like he could handle it, that's my boy.

Later that night, I was laying awake on the air bed, it was a king size one and Fang was on the other side in case I was sick again in the night. Suddenly, I felt sick again, so I woke Fang, however, I didn't quite make it to the toilet. I got to his bed, and then threw up on there. He looked repulsed at the thought but picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. I continued to throw up, until I was dry heaving. He got me a cold flannel and a drink of ice cold water. I downed the water, got up and walked back into the bedroom. I quickly stripped the bedclothes, took them downstairs and washed them. I felt Fang behind me, I turned round to see him holding a toothbrush and paste. I smiled gratefully at him and went to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth, I had been sleeping in my dress but now I had a little puke down it, I couldn't wear it to bed.

"Fang?"

"Yeah Max, what's wrong?"

"Erm.... Can I borrow a shirt?"

"Oh... Erm yeah, my room smells a little do you want me to bring the airbed down and we can sleep down here? I think its cooler anyway?"

"Erm... yeah that would be good,"

I locked the door and slipped out of my dress. I heard a knock at the door, I opened it without thinking so Fang got a full view of me in my bra and knickers. Woops. He chucked the shirt at me and closed the door. I slipped it on and walked out. I got back under the covers in the air bed, as I felt and smelt better, I snuggled up to Fang and he gently held me. He turned on the T.V. And we watched CNN, all night, I drifted in and out of consciousness with Fang holding me.

I was woken the next morning to find my mom peering down at us, and Fang's mom kneeling by my head. Fang was softly telling them about last night and what had happened. I felt guilty about causing them so much trouble so I pretended to be asleep for another hour or so until Mrs. Martinez told my mom to go home and that Fang could carry me after her. I felt his strong ropey arms round me and instantly felt safe. I snuggled into his chest, against the hot sun outside. I realised that Fang's car would be in a bad state so I had to clean that later, or I could offer him money to get it cleaned. Nah. I would clean it, with Fang of course.

I felt him put me on the cool leather couch in the living room, then go up to my room and get my duvet. I pretended to wake up and he layed the duvet on me.

"Fang, wait there. Mom?"

"Yes Max?"

"Can Fang stay here for a bit, just to say thanks? We could watch a DVD and then maybe later I could help him clean up his car. I also owe Cleveland a new shirt."

"Of course Fang can stay here for a bit, I'll draw the curtains, turn off the lights, you can make it a movie day if you want?" She proceeded to draw the curtains, turn off the lights and put the movie in the player. I felt Fang behind me on the couch, curled protectively around me. I smiled up at him and he smiled back.

I. Was. In. Heaven.