Chapter 7 of I Hate Wonder Woman

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MAX POV

"I've never done this before." I told the Martinezes, glancing down the hill. I wasn't really nervous, and it looked fun, so I was really looking forward to this.

"You've never been sledding?" Gazzy, Nudge and Iggy asked incredulously.

I nodded. "Seems sad, though."

"It is Max, by George, it is!" Iggy laughed, putting on a terrible British accent.

"Leave the mimicking for Gazzy, Ig." I said, turning to him.

"Hey!" He shouted mockingly, putting his hands on his hips. "Oh no you didn't!" He did the little head move thing and I was slightly disturbed.

"Oh no, YOU, didn't." Nudge said.

Everyone burst out laughing. Well except for Fang. A silent shaking of his shoulders told me that he was laughing, somewhere deep down in his oh-so-emo facade.

"Which two want to go first and dig the trail?" Iggy asked, holding up the big black sled. There were also a mini snowboard and two one person sleds, but two people had to go down in the black one to make a path for the others.

"I wanna go!" I said, a bit too excitedly for my persona. I calmed down a bit as everyone stared at my unusual outburst. I shrugged. "What? I really want to try sledding."

"Fang should go too." Angel said. "His clothes match the sled, and he's heavy enough to make the trail."

Fang began to protest, but Gazzy interrupted. "Why? You afraid of some sledding?"

"I'm comfortable enough in my manhood not to fall for that." Fang deadpanned, but with a joking tone.

"Well, I don't care, I'm going." I told everyone, sitting down in the sled. I looked down the hill, it was tall, and at the top, I could see the house, about a hundred yards back. I glanced back to see if Mrs. Mom, as I sometimes called Mrs. Martinez, but she didn't seem to be home yet.

Back to the hill.

It was really high, maybe a hundred or two hundred feet top to bottom, but well suited for sledding. It had many curves, steep areas and a ramp, built probably by some other sledders at the bottom. It was all covered in a foot or two of snow, but the area where most of the sledding was done was more compacted, only an inch or three covering it. The climb to get up wasn't too steep, and because there used to be a giant hillside slide, as Gazzy had explained, there were wooden stairs in the hillside, kindly shoveled a bit.

I had put my legs in and grabbed the rope with my left hand, about to push off, when someone sat behind me. It was Fang. His boots came on either side of me.

"It's true. I am so, so important that they need me to trail-blaze." He said jokingly. "you should move to the back of the sled."

I shook my head. "No. I want to see everything."

"You're not going to see much on the first run with all the snow in your face. Its probably best if I go in front too, I can cover my face better."

"Ok." I sighed and went to sit behind him. Fang shuffled to the front, and I sat down in the back, putting my legs at either side of him. He started to push the sled off, and it lurched forward, causing me to involuntarily wrap my arms around him.

I didn't let go. I didn't want to, for some strange reason.

We flew down the hill, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Bits of snow flew around the air coating my face and snow clothes. I laughed a bit as the sled plummeted down the first steep drop which was near vertical and probably ten feet down, leaving a bit of my stomach behind. I was whipped from side to side as we sped around turn after turn, then two more steep drops. Hard snow/ice pellets were now stinging my cheeks. All too soon, it was almost over, and with a final pitch, the sled flee off the ramp. With the high speed Fang and I were sledding at, we were up nearly five feet. I let out another scream, like the ones you do on a roller coaster as I sailed several feet throughout the air. I landed hard into a deep snow bank, and thank God, because it still hurt a little.

The snow around me was taller than I was lying down, so I felt like I was lying down underground. I stayed there a few moments, enjoying how everything sounded muffled before hearing Fang call my name.

"Max?"

I sat up quickly. "I'm here!" I waved.

Fang walked over to me and held out his hand. I grabbed it and pulled myself up. "How was it? You look like a snowman."

"That was epic!" I told him. "And this is probably one of the few time anyone ever sees you not in black."

"Ouch." Fang said. "I'm too hurt to carry the sled up the hill." He handed the toboggan to me, and we began to trek our way up.

A shrill shriek pierced out ears as we saw Nudge shoot off the ramp and careen into the same snowbank I was just in. She was up in record speed and ran over to Fang and I, who were still, slowly, ever so slowly, making our way up the hill.

"Max?" She asked dripping with honey. "Can we switch sleds?" Angel and I want to go!"

"Less work for me." I replied, shrugging. I gave her the toboggan and I took the single sled. She dashed up the hill, and I could hear the thumps of the thin plastic bumping on the steps.

Fang turned to me as we continued to make our way up the hill.

"So... Did you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah. It was fun. I really liked it. But my cheeks hurt now." I told him.

"Me too." Fang agreed, and actually gave me a full smile. (A/N: SWOON!3) My heart melted and I was too shocked to make a joke about it.

"Actually. I'm just plain old really cold." I said dumbly.

"Yeah," Fang remarked, face almost back to it's normal blankness. "You can't sled out long out here. And today is just extra cold. Almost minus forty." (A/N: Back where I used to live in southern Ontario, it got to be negative 35 often. This is farther north, so.)

"What?" I cried shocked. "Really?"

"Yeah. Didn't you get that in Switzerland or whatever?"

"I was there in the summer." I explained, grinning as I noticed that we were almost at the top.

When Fang and I finally got to the top, Iggy immediately ran up to us and stole the blue single sled.

"I guess I'll have to wait alone." I said, shrugging at Fang. "Have fun on the snowboard thing."

I expected him to take off, but he didn't. "It's okay," he told me. "I'll wait with you."

"Okay," I told him, beginning to rub my gloves against my cheeks trying to warm them, but only making them hurt.

Fang noticed me rubbing my cheeks and told me that I was just going to make it worse. "Here," He said, putting his *black* mitten clad hands on my cheeks. "Does this help?" I nodded. "So, do you know how to snowboard at all?"

"No. I can ski, though." I told him.

"Do you want me to teach you?" He asked, still not moving his hands.

"I'll probably end up in the ER and a wheelchair, but sure." I laughed.

I looked up to noticed dark grey clouds in the sky above, not noticing that fat snowflakes had begun to fall quickly.

Apparently, Fang had realized this too. "Actually, we should wait until tomorrow for that. The snow's going to be coming down heavily buy the time we get halfway up the hill again. It's probably best we go inside."

Gazzy had just reached the top with his sled in time to hear that. "What?" He whined. "Really?"

"Yeah, Gaz. Remember last time we sledded in a storm?" Fang asked.

"Okay. Fine." Gazzy sighed in defeat.

Once everyone was up the hill we gathered up the sleds and began to walk home, snow coming down, as Fang predicted, heavily.

"So what happened last time?" I asked Fang as we lagged behind a few feet.

"Oh, well, the sled Angel and Iggy were in ended up crashing, and Iggy sprained his ankle, Angel, her wrist. Also, it took ten times longer to get up the hill." He replied.

"What a speech!" Iggy gasped from ahead. "Above your limit?"

"What?" Fang asked.

"You know, how I always say you're like twitter; you probably have a 140 character limit."

I laughed.

"Shut it." Fang said, unlocking the back door, letting everyone in. "Go make us hot chocolate, Iggy?"

Iggy glared at Fang. "Only because of the lovely maidens."

"Thank you." All of us chimed.

Ten minutes later, we were all sitting on the sofa and fireplace, sipping the most delicious cocoa ever.

"Let's play a game." Gazzy suggested. "I'm bored."

Nudge pretended to think, but I knew she already had a devious game idea. "Let's play truth or dare."

Everyone seemed to agree, except Fang and I who vehemently protested. I didn't want to share any truths.

"Too bad," Iggy said. "Let's go. Angel, you start."

Angel looked a bit caught. "I don't know what to say."

And evil look crosses Nudge's face. She pulled some hair out of her eyes and leaned over, whispering something to Angel.

The same look passed Angel's face. "Okay," she said slowly, drawing out her words. "I dare Fang to kiss Max."