This is pretty short but I couldn't think of anything to drag it out. I had a hard time enough trying to finish it.
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FANG P.O.V.
What? Me? Dance? "Yes you, silly." She answered, even though I didn't ask her anything. Stupid mind reading. "Umm…….I don't dance." I answered. What a stupid answer. "Of course you do. Everybody does. Just go with the music." That seems reasonable. We got up and took to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone was looking at us because the leader of the hottest band was dancing with one of her "groupies." Ha. If only they knew. We started swaying to the music, her body up against mine. The music started getting faster and so did Ashley. I had no clue what I was doing so I just followed her. I seemed to be doing well because she was smiling. Maybe she was just reading my thoughts. "Yep." She whispered in my ear. Which question she answered, I have no clue. Then all of a sudden she got really stiff. "Oh shit." She said, looking in the direction of the door. "What?" I asked, looking around for fly-boys or erasers. "Chelsea." Was her reply. "Chelsea?" I asked. Then a girl, not much older than us, maybe even younger, walked up to Ashley. She was a plain looking girl, not nearly as cute as Max or Ashley, who looked like she had every disease on the planet. (Not the normal ones either. The kind you need two people to get.) "Ashley? What are you doing here?" She asked, giving Ashley a sour look. "I could ask you the same thing, Chelsea." Chelsea looked at her with a pointed look then said, "My dad owns the place. You shouldn't even be here." "Excuse me. I play here all the time. Your dad begs me to come. You shouldn't be here. If I called the police right now, your father would be put in jail because he has a minor here." Dang. Ashley could dish it out. "You'd be put in jail too." Chelsea said. "Um. That would be a no. I am a performer here. I'm allowed." Chelsea noticed there was another person in this group and looked me up and down. Ew. "Who's this?" She asked, not taking her eyes off me. "He's a friend. And not interested in you." Dang. Point for Ashley. "Does Cameron know your cheating on him? If not, I can always tell him for you." Ashley looked very mad, and looked like she was trying to keep the fire from showing up. "First of all, Cameron hates your guts. He doesn't want to get every STD known to man from you. Second, I'm not cheating on him….F…Nick, is a friend. I don't think of him like that." "So, you don't mind if I have him do you?" This caught my attention. I decided to speak for myself, "She may not, but it looks like she does, but I do. I…have a girlfriend." Ashley and Chelsea both looked at me with shocked expressions. "What?" They both said. "Her name is…Lissa." I said, looking at both of them. "Fine. You weren't that cute anyway." Chelsea said, storming off.
"Lissa?!" Ashley said looking at me. "Isn't that the girl that Max saw you kissing and got all pissed about?" How did she know that? "It's like Nudge's 'gift'. I can know anything about that person if I touch them, even if they don't know it themselves." Good to know. "It was a spur of the moment thing. I had to think on my feet." The band ended playing and Ashley looked at the stage. "I got to go. We'll talk later." She said, and ran back to the stage.
ASHLEY P.O.V.
I ran up to the stage and grabbed the mic. "Well, that was one of the local bands; they're promoting a new c.d. They're setting up a booth, so go check them out. Well, our next performance is one that you all know and love. They're a close personal friend of ours and they asked us if they could come. Of course we had to say yes. But before they come out, I have to say that Angel's Revenge is done for the night and we'll be playing our next show in about a month. So keep rockin' till then. Here they are, Gym Class Heroes!" Wow was that a mouthful. I got off the stage as the band was setting up. Fang looked at me and then looked at Chelsea, in a 'what the heck happened?' type of thing. I walked over to him and said, "Let's go. It's already midnight. Max is probably having a cow right now." I pulled him out the back door and into the alley behind the building. "Ashley, why are we back here? Aren't we taking the limo?" He asked, confused. "Nah. I never take the limo home. I always fly. It's a good way to blow off steam." "The Chelsea thing still?" He asked. "Yeah. And a lot of other things." I said looking down the alley. "You want to know how I help Max cope with stressing things?" Ha. I already know. But it can't hurt to try.
He leaned in closer and before I could say anything, his lips were on mine, moving in sync. It felt like bliss. I never felt this way with Cameron. We would never spend enough time together in order to do things like this. After a while, more like a few seconds, we broke apart, looking away from each other. Well I was looking away, and he was looking at me to see how I felt. I can't believe I just did that! I have a boyfriend! "Ashley?" He asked, with concern coating his voice. "Let's just go." I said, jumping into the sky, without looking at him.
The whole flight home was silent. Besides the quick looks from Fang, we pretty much kept to ourselves. When we landed in my back yard, I rushed inside and into my room. I didn't want anybody to talk to me so I locked the door. I turned on my TV and turned it up to full volume so I couldn't hear anybody when they knocked on the door.
Even though I turned up the TV, I could still hear the click of my lock at around two. I knew it wasn't Fang because he knows not to mess with me when I'm in a mood. Iggy, on the other hand, was not that smart. I was watching my favorite movie, Prom Night, while I was filing my nails with one of those metal files. So, when Iggy opened the door, the file went flying across the room and missed him by a few inches. I need to work on my aim. "Whoa. Take my head off why don't you?" Iggy said pulling the file out of the wall. "Sorry. It's a scary movie. Plus I have a lot of tension built up. Didn't mean to take it out on you. You just happened to be there." Iggy sat down on my bed and said, "Speaking of tension, can you tell me why Fang is pacing in front of your door at this current moment?" I looked up and sure enough I saw Fang pass my door every few seconds. I got up and closed the door so he couldn't hear what Iggy and I were talking about. "Okay," I sighed. "Well tonight at the club- "Club?!" Iggy said cutting me off. "Yes. I took Fang to a club. Which is why you couldn't go. It wasn't that interesting. But while we were there some things happened and lead to me running away with my tail between my legs. That's all." I said in one breath. How can Nudge do that? "So you got chicken? That's all?" "Yeah," I sighed. "Then why is your heart beat faster than normal. And don't tell me it's the movie because I know you've seen it more than once." He caught me. Damn. "You caught me. Okay some things happened and I did get scared. This girl showed up that I really hate and Fang thought he found a way to ease the tension. Which is why I got scared, not in an 'oh that was scary' way. More like a 'I'm afraid of my feelings' type of deal." I hope he didn't get the hidden meaning in that sentence. I really hope he didn't. "So you're saying, Fang kissed you, and you're afraid that you might like him more than you like your current boyfriend?" Damn. "Way to hit the nail on the head Iggy. Is it so wrong that I might not like my boyfriend anymore and I kissed another guy?" He looked at me; well it looked like he looked at me, and said, "Ashley. I don't know anything about relationships. But from what I'm hearing, I don't think it's wrong that you like someone other than a guy that you're in a relationship with that you don't even like. I think it's time you dump this normal human and move on with your life." I smiled. "Thanks Ig. Your advice is pretty helpful. One of these days I'm going to pay you back for this." He got up and headed to the door. "As long as it's explosive I'd gladly take it." And he walked out the door. Soon after, Fang walked in. "Do you have to have that so loud?" He asked. "It helps me get things out of my head." I said, not looking at him. "Why aren't you looking at me? Are you that disgusted by me?" I was shocked. How could he think something like that? "How could you think something like that? I'm not disgusted by you, I'm disgusted by myself. I knew what you were going to do and I went along with it. I have a boyfriend and I still went along. I'm like some…whore." I heard him gasp and I finally looked at him. He was wearing a mask of concern on his face. "You are not some whore. Your independent, beautiful, strong, and most definitely don't throw yourself at every guy you see, like that girl at the club. It was my fault for leading you on. You're just confused. It'll all work out in the end." With that, he kissed the top of my head and walked out. What just happened?