Daddy's Home

Chapter Eight

Fang's P.O.V

I pulled my jeans onto my legs, and went out to the living room.

I saw Max talking to my mom.

"What're they talking about?" I asked my dad.

He shrugged.

What a friggin help he is.

I shrugged and went back into my room.

I heard the front door close, and my mom's high heels clicking down the floor toward my room.

"Great." I mumbled to myself, plopping on my bed, and leaning my head on the wall.

I heard a knock on the door, and a voice ask, "Fang, can I come in?"

I grunted, which for some reason, she took as a yes.

"Fang, can we talk? That's not exactly how I wanted before to go." she frowned, sitting next to me.

I nodded.

"Honey, you're seventeen. You're getting married in a few weeks. You're just growing up way to fast for my liking."

"Mom, whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry Max. I'm going to marry Max because I love her. My world revolves around her. I love her more than anything."

"And do you understand how much that makes me feel like my little boy is being pulled out from under me."

"I do, but its my life. And I can choose how I want to live it and spend it. And if you're so damn upset about the wedding, then maybe you just shouldn't come!"

I stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind me.

I left the house and went to Max's.

Even though I just saw her, I think she'd be the only one that could cheer me up.

I opened the friggin huge gate and walked up the driveway.

Her house was huge. Her dad had to be like, President or something to be able to afford it.

I rang the door bell.

Max opened the door about five minutes later.

"What're you doing here?" she asked.

"Am I not allowed to see you?" I asked back.

"Of course you can. I'm just wondering why."

"I need to talk to you."

She looked stunned, and let me in.

"Whats wrong?" she asked, walking up the stairs with me.

"I just got into a fight with my mom."

She gulped.

"About me?" she asked.

"Kind of."

"What happened?"

"She was pissed off because she feels like I'm growing up too fast. Then I got mad, and kind of…" I trailed off.

"Kind of what?"

"I guess, uninvited her to the wedding."

Her eyes widened as she opened her bedroom door.

We sat on the edge of her bed.

"You what?"

"I don't know. I was mad. And at the time… It seemed like a good idea."

"A good idea to uninvite your mother to your wedding?"

"You're mad."

"No, just surprised."

"Max, you have to understand, I love you. And if that means… Eloping or something, I'd do it… For you." I whispered.

"I do understand that, and we're not eloping."

She leaned over and kissed me gently.

Gently then turned into roughly, which then escalated to her on top of me again.

"Where's your dad?" I asked. It seemed like a good thing to ask, because by that time, I was shirtless, and she was shirtless, and jeans less.

"Don't know. Don't care."

"Well, if he's home, don't you think we should stop?"

"Nope."

She brought her mouth back to mine.

She pushed my jeans down to my ankles, and I finished kicking them off.

"One second." she whispered in my ear, climbing off me.

She climbed under the covers of her bed.

"What exactly was that for?" I asked, laughing a little.

"I was cold." she laughed.

I climbed under with her, and pulled her back on top of me.

I unclipped her bra, and let the straps fall to the sides.

And well, this story is only teen rated, so lets leave the rest out, but lets just say, it was very friggin enjoyable.