Hey so I'm sorry but the action doesn't come 'till the next chapter 'cause I realized Max's mom hadn't left and I need her to leave before I start the action. If you want to ask questions about the story you can ask and maybe I'll answer them ;) Thanks for you guys how reviewed you're awesome and I love you, I write because of you =D Sorry this chapter is pretty boring but the next one is going to be much more interesting.
Q. So am I going to write FPOV?? and the answer is no, sadly, not yet 'cause then he wouldn't be as mysterious and unpredictable as we want him to be.
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes wanting to crawl in a ditch and die. I could hear Lisa's nasally voice from all the way across the hall. She was crying 'cause her boyfriend left her, shocker right? Not really, but her annoying screams were driving me insane. Knowing her, they will probably make up again and Lisa will probably end up pregnant or with some serious STD's, but I wouldn't care either way.
Mom was on the phone, I'm not sure what she was discussing, but all I know is that she sounded a little mad and her voice sounded strained and cold. So here I was wishing I was someplace else, anywhere but here.
I ignored everything and everyone and thought about last night instead. After my epiphany, I was feeling edgy and a little nervous about seeing Fang again. I didn't like the fact that we got so close in the past week, because that made me feel vulnerable and I've never felt like that before.
So yesterday after he left, I went to sleep with a stupid smile planted on my face, and thinking about what happened. Just the thought of his lips made mine all tingly and stinging. I couldn't sleep at all and not just because of his kiss, but because of him in general.
I ignored my thoughts and focused on what was happening now. Today mom was leaving, hopefully for a long time and I was going to have the house all to myself, just like before. Sometimes my life didn't suck, that bad I mean.
I stood up and headed outside, where mom's car was waiting. I could hear the stomping, screaming Lisa from all the way outside and I could tell she was driving her boyfriend crazy on the phone. I rolled my eyes and waited for mom to hurry the hell up and for both of them to get inside the car.
After a few minutes Lisa walked outside, stomping her 5 inched heeled Prada shoes, wearing some way too short shorts and a low cut shirt, where her cleavage was nastily exposed to everyone. She was clutching her pink cell phone in one hand and her designer's purse in the other.
"What posing for playboy today?" I asked her, shaking my head in disgust.
She looked at me as if I was a bug on her wing shield and tossed her fake red hair. Her face was covered in makeup and her once brown hair was now the color of a tomato, not a good color on her. She crossed her arms and made her boobs purposely lift, what a skank!
"Max, you're just jealous of all this," she made motions with her hand and signaled herself while looking at me with a 'I'm so hot' expression.
"I'm not jealous of prostitutes, Lisa," I snorted and to prove a point I made a pitiful expression at her and walked away from her, leaving her there, gaping at me like a dying fish.
Mom came out of the house ages later, with so many bags you would have thought she stayed here an entire year. She had on a huge smile that if it wasn't for the fact her eyes had a dark tinge to them; you would've believed she was the world's best mom.
She placed her luggage in the car and when she looked ready to go, she came over to me.
We stood like that for a while, in front of each other, neither of us breaking the silence. I sure as hell was not going to apologize for anything I said and if she thought I was, well she was going to end up disappointed, as usual.
Slowly she walked closer to me and tentatively wrapped her arms around me. Her hug made me remember how it used to be between us. All those times I used to wish she came home, that she was here for me when I grew up. All those times I sat with the phone in my hand, waiting for her to call me.
She was the first to break the silence and her voice took me by surprise, it was soft and motherly, "Max, don't forget that I am your mom, and I always be. One day you'll understand lots of things and then you'll know why I'm never around. But just remember that I love you."
I didn't say anything, but my eyes started stinging. I didn't want to cry and much less in front of my mother, but what she said hit me with such force that I bit my lip and concentrated on not crying. Mom has never been so emotional since dad left. She and I are alike in that sense; we never really show how we feel.
She pulled away and headed for her car, where she and Lisa got in and drove away without so much as looking back. She drove away and left me there. Left me standing there, without a second thought. Like those many years ago, when I stood here in this exact same position, begging her to stay here with me, to not leave me. But she drove away, just like today and left.
I sat there on the ground, as memories of me crying 'till I couldn't see mom's car anymore, flooded my brain. Memories of me bawling my eyes out until it got dark. Today I wasn't crying, not like those other times. I got over it, I never cried anymore, but the ache was still there. Mom said she said she loved me but she deserted me, so does that prove she really loves me?
I sat down there, wrapping my arms around my legs and stared at the empty drive way. A single tear rolled out of my eye, as I realized just how empty my life really was.
When I got inside I headed straight to my room which I found was neat and organized and it made my sulky mood go from sulky to mad. My room was off limits and mom still didn't care enough to listen to me. I looked out the window and noticed how dark it got. Wow had it been that long since mom left?
I headed over to my bed and threw myself on top of it, closing my eyes. I was tired and all I wanted was to sleep off my crappy day.
After a few minutes I heard the bed next to me creak and I tensed, waiting to spring at whoever was there. I could feel the person move closer to me and I freaked out. I threw a sideway glance at my intruder and noticed he was a guy.
In a flash, I tackled the guy and threw a punch at him; apparently he had amazing reflexes because he grabbed my fist. I looked at him for the first time, the guy was no one other than Fang and he was grinning, obviously amused.
He then turned me around and grabbed my other fist, preventing me from connecting it with his nose. I threw him off the bed, and since he still had my fist in his hands we both ended up on the floor. I landed solidly on his chest and his breath left with an Umph.
He rolled us so that he was on top and placed my hands over my head, holding them in a solid grip. He raised one of his perfect eyebrows and challenged me to break free of his clutch. I grinned and since I can't resist a challenge, did something I never thought I'd do in a situation like this.
I raised my head and kissed him hard, square on his lips. He was so surprised by this that he loosened his grip on my hands the slightest bit, but that was enough. I shoved him off me and pinned him to the ground, smiling in triumph.
I looked into his eyes and my grin widened, but this time it was because he was here again, with me. With everything that happened today forgotten, I leaned into him and kissed him softly, hesitantly. He responded eagerly, pressing his lips more firmly against mine.
I tangled my hands in his hair and ran my fingers over it, feeling his soft, black hair. His hands found their way around my back and pulled me more tightly against him. His lips were warm and he smelled like the forest, making me feel at home.
I sighed and pulled away, instantly missing the feel of his lips against mine. "Can you tell me what are you doing here?"I asked him.
He stood up and sat on the bed, next to me, "Your mom left." It wasn't a question; he said it in a matter of fact.
"Yeah, that's basically what happened." I looked away from him and focused on the darkness outside. I didn't want to talk about that, especially with him.
"Sometimes being alone is way better than relying on someone." He said it nonchalantly, but I could tell there was more to it than that.
"Not everyone is what they seem, Max." His eyes darkened and he moved a little farther away from me, but not in a way that made me feel like I had something wrong. It was more of a, 'don't trust anyone' gesture.
But oh yeah the problem was that, I already trusted him. Pathetic, right? I know. I didn't say anything to him and he didn't say anything, but as the minutes went by, Fang broke the silence by saying, "Don't take this the wrong but, you look like crap."
And that's pretty much how the night went. I told Fang what happened today, and he seemed interested in what I had to say. I still wasn't sure what was going on between us but right now, I wasn't going to dwell on that fact. The important thing was he was here for me, which showed that he really cared and that meant a lot.
"So you came from the forest just to check on how I was doing?" I asked him utterly shocked and a bit surprised.
"Yeah, I guess so." Fang shrugged and looked a bit uncomfortable and turned his head to look out the window.
"Hey," I said softly, making Fang look at me in the eyes. I stared right into his eyes and then I said the one word I've never said before to anyone, "thanks."
He kept quiet but nodded silently and went back to looking out the window. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, "Turns the light off will ya" I told him, while stifling a yawn.
After a few moments, Fang came and lied down next to me, I snuggled closer to him and rested my head against his chest, and before I knew it sleep took over me. With him next to me.
This was basically a filler and I'm sorry it was short, but it was necessary, so keep reading and remember..REVIEW!!! REVIEW!! PLZ!!!!