Smiles :-: Chapter Nine :-: How do you make me smile without even trying?
:-: MAX :-:
I was just about to walk down the stairs to eat breakfast when I heard my mom's voice. "Oh and Fang, would you mind checking up on Max and make sure she's not still sleeping?"
Shortly followed by a "Sure," from previously mentioned person.
There are two things I could do: go back and pretend to sleep, or walk downstairs like nothing happened. Oh screw it. I silently ran back to my room and got into a normal sleeping position on my bed, shutting my eyes.
Minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open, and I assumed it was Fang, who came in to wake me up. Maybe I can have a legitimate reason to be grumpy at him now.
But he didn't try to wake me. And he was still in my room.
What is he doing?
There was a tingling feeling in my spine, like I'm being watched, and I realized he was probably staring at me. How Edward of him. But then I became conscious of my shirt that was riding up, and my ridiculously short athletic shorts.
FANG. YOU PERVERT.
I smirked to myself inwardly, planning ways I could get him back for that. But first, how much longer is he going to be in my room?
Suddenly, footsteps faded away and the bathroom door slammed shut. Finally! He's gone!
But I could still see the faint outline of feet from the crack under the door, signaling that he's still there. Slowly, I inched my way to the bathroom door, and I pressed my ear to it.
"No. It can't be…It's not possible…I can't," He paused, not muttering anything, "can I?"
Can you what? Come on, Fang, say something else!
"Fuck."
Why is he saying fuck? Of all times I've talked to him, I rarely ever heard him curse (at least in comparison to me) and the worst one being "god dammit."
"How the fuck did that happen?"
Well if I knew what happened I might be able to help you… not saying I would.
"When the fuck did that happen?"
I have no fucking clue.
"Why her?"
My ears perked up. Her? Is it possible that little Fangy-Wangy has a crush?
"She fucking hates my guts."
With you being you, that's not much of a surprise.
"God fucking dammit."
It seemed like Fang is only a tad bit frustrated.
Footsteps grew more distant from the door and I knew Fang is no longer there to yell out his feelings.
But fuck, now I'm curious.
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"Outside. Backyard. —Fang."
What is this? Is he some serial killer now? I scoffed in disbelief at the note Fang had left on my pillow. If he thinks I'm going to fall for this kind of ruse, he's obviously messed up in the head.
But not even five minutes later, I found myself walking down the stairs and outside to the backyard. I looked around at the extremely overgrown grass in the backyard… when had someone last cut this stuff? It must have grown too long, so they just didn't bother.
There was a whistling noise from somewhere outside, and so I turned around in attempt to locate it. "Oi, Maxie, up here."
It was Fang. From the top of the roof of the shed.
"What the hell are you doing up there?" I called out to him, shielding the sun's rays with my hand.
He rolled his eyes at me and beckoned me to climb up. From the looks of it, he had a laptop and food up there.
I scowled at him, but climbed onto the top of the roof shed anyway, settling down a good foot and a half away from him.
Fang's eyebrows rose at me, and with a sigh, he scooted over next to me. I tried scooting over more, but he muttered dryly: "If you scoot over anymore, you're going to fall off." I glanced down to my right, seeing that was in fact true, and I turned to glare at Fang, but he's not even looking my way.
He's typing away on his laptop, and agitated, I leaned back and stared up at the sky.
Five minutes passed, there are no clouds above me, and Fang hasn't done anything but type on his laptop.
"Why am I here?" I demanded, staring at Fang in frustration.
For the first time, his eyes left the computer screen and flickered down to meet mine. "I never said you had to come here." As the last word left his lips, his eyes returned to the laptop.
His answer, however, isn't satisfying enough. "Then what was that note all about?" I necessitated.
The corners of his lips quirked upward in a small smile. "I wanted to see if you'd listen."
"Asshole."
"Bitch."
"Dick."
"Slut."
"Boo, you whore."
Fang didn't reply, chuckling instead. "You, Maximum Martinez—or should I call you Regina George—saw Mean Girls?"
I stared at him incredulously. "You saw it too."
His eyes widened a fraction. "Never seen it."
"Oh really? You even got the reference—I'm proud of you," I replied smugly.
He looked a bit embarrassed, but I couldn't care less. I looked away from Fang, but I could still feel his eyes on me. "How do you make me smile without even trying…" Fang muttered under his breath.
"What?" I questioned, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Why did you come here?" That wasn't what you just said.
I turned to face him, and we're in such a close proximity, our faces only inches apart. "Why the hell are you so close?" I blurted, my mind telling me to lean away, but my body not listening.
"Why did you come here?" Fang repeated, his eyes searching mine. I could feel his short minty breaths fan my face, and for the first time, I don't feel complete and utter disdain for him.
I don't reply.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear. "Was it to try and seduce me?"
You egotistical asshole! I pushed him away, my mind set on kicking him off the roof of the shed, and preferably out of the house. However, another idea popped into my head, and I smirked at him.
Shifting closer towards him until our faces were merely inches apart again, I stared into his confused eyes intently. It was now I with the control, and copying Fang, I brushed my lips against his ear, nibbling at it slightly.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.
But his breath caught in his throat and his heart rate accelerated, and so I knew it was worth the hours of mouthwash I'd need to use later. "You caught me," I murmured into his ear, and a shudder passed through his body.
This was just way too easy. I grabbed his hands, manipulating them until they were on my waist, and pulled myself forward until I was almost sitting on his lap. "What the fuck are you doing, M—" His words cut short when I skimmed my nose against his gruff cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.
Gag me. Now.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Fang? I'm seducing you, you bitch," I spat.
Immediately, he tensed up, and I pushed him away, jumping off the shed onto the ground. "You totally fell for it," I called out. "I'm starting to think you might have a crush on me…" I muttered my back to him as I flicked him off behind me.
When I reached the backdoor of the house, I turned around to face Fang, who hadn't moved from his spot on the shed roof. He looked kind of like a lost puppy… and it was slightly adorable in a way. I almost felt guilty for what I had done to him. Almost.
"…Don't even think about it."