Chapter 3- Smile
The silence was deafening. Neither Fang nor I said anything in the whole twenty minute ride. By the time we reached an apartment complex, I was seriously considering ditching everyone to go drinking, but I knew Ella and Josh would hate that. We pulled into the parking lot for the apartment, parking right by the front doors. Fang jumped out of the car. I followed him and Angel to the front door. He unlocked it and we walked inside. Angel began to walk up the stairs. We followed her until we were on the top floor. Fang walked over and unlocked his room door. There were already three people in there. I recognized them from yesterday.
"Hi! I'm Nudge! Angel told me about how you're the new waitress. Fang thinks you're really pretty," Fang's cheeks reddened, "What's your favorite color? Mine's pink. Do you like pink? I like your hair. It's like blond with brown and some pink. Does that mean you like pink? Can you sing? Iggy says that he wished he could see you because we don't ever remember Fang actually liking a girl. He writes all of his songs and when he writes songs about girls he can't use personal experience. Y'know that he gets really mad when people call him emo, but her seriously msjawijsdw-" Fang had put his hand over her mouth.
"Is she always like that?" I asked. The others nodded. I shook my head. "You should meet my sister." Nudge was about to start talking again, but we all sent her a look.
A guy, I assumed to be Iggy, with glazed blue eyes walked over. "I'm Iggy, as I'm sure you guessed." I sent him a small smile.
"Max." I admit the guy was cute, but not as cute as Fang... I mentally shook my head. What am I thinking?
Another boy stepped forward. "I'm Gazzy." I nodded a "Hi" and went to sit on the couch.
"I need a drink," I muttered.
Nudge bounded over. "What do you want to drink?"
"Strongest thing you've got," I said as Angel went to put a movie into Fang's prehistoric DVD player. Nudge came back with a drink for me as the opening credits for Donnie Darko came on.
"I love this movie," I said taking a sip of my drink before noticing Nudge had brought a whole bottle just in case I wanted more.
Fang slipped in and sat next to me. "Me too," he said.
About ten minutes into the movie, I was pouring myself another glass, enjoying the fabulous taste.
We were at the part where Donnie made a scene in the assembly when I felt a familiar buzz take over my body. I had finished the whole bottle. I lay my head on Fang's shoulder and began to play with his hair. The others had fallen asleep.
"Max, what are you doing?" He groaned as I traced his arm.
"You're cute," I said climbing into his lap. I placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, surprised when he kissed me back.
Fang POV-
Max placed a kiss on my lips which I gladly returned. Most would say that I'm taking advantage of her, but everyone knows that when you're drunk you do things you would never do sober, right? Max wrapped her legs around my waist, and I picked her up and carried her to my room. I flopped her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, kissing her neck. She moaned, pulling her lips back up to mine. Slight sparks went through my body as out lips met. She grinding against me, rolling over so she was on top. She stripped my shirt off and ran her hands over my chest, placing random kisses. My hands went to the back of her shirt, lifting it.
"Are you sure?" I asked with my eyes. She nodded, pulling her own shirt off.
Just then her phone rang. She ignored it.
"Ignore it, Fang," she said when I stopped kissing her. I gave her a look and grabbed the phone.
Ella, it said as it continued to ring. Max rolled off of me and pouted.
"Hello?" I asked.
"This isn't Max," Ella stated.
"It's a friend. From work." Max giggled.
"Fangy, put down the phone!" She squealed.
I heard the girl sigh. "You let her drink," she said calmly.
"She's not supposed to?"
"No, she's not supposed to drink! She just got out of rehab!" Ella yelled.
"Rehab?"
"You don't even know her do you?" The girl's tone made me feel the guilt I was repressing.
"I'm sorry. We were having movie night. Us and friend and..." before I knew it, I was spilling everything that happened that night. Sometime during the conversation, Max had fallen asleep.
"I'm sorry I accused you."
"No, I deserved it. I just want you to know that I really do like Max and... I'll make sure she doesn't drink. I'll be with her twenty-four seven if that's what it takes," I said meaning every word.
"Alright. Have a good night," Ella said, hanging up.
"Fang," I said to myself, "You have messed up big time.
I put Max and my clothes back on before curling up next to her and going to bed, telling myself I would fix everything.
Max POV
I woke up with a killer headache next to Fang. Hangover, I told myself. I slipped out of the bed and tiptoed past everyone in the living room. Slipping on my shoes, I snuck out.
I ran to my car, breathing heavily.
Picking up my phone, I dialed Ella's number. I started driving back to my apartment.
"Max," Ella said answering.
"Ella," I cried out. "I drank last night and I woke up and... with Fang."
Ella sighed. "Don't worry. You didn't sleep with Fang," she assured me.
I sniffled. "You sure? How would you know?"
"I called last night, and he answered." She paused. "He was nice."
"You're leaving something out..."
"It's something he should tell you himself. Now, I've got to go. Class." She hung up.
Leaving me alone in my car with just my thoughts and a killer hangover. A feeling that I hadn't felt since that night took over.
Regret.
The feeling overwhelmed me, and, though it was unlike me, I burst into tears. The drops of water cascaded down my face, making me feel worse. I was weak.
My body was shaking, the tears had stopped, when there was a knock on my car window. A very worried-looking face was peering at me. I knew my face was red, most likely blotchy and probably had tear stains, but I just didn't feel the need to care, at the moment. I rolled down the window.
"What do you want?" My voice cracked half-way through.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to come back inside, take a nice shower and then go out for coffee with me."
His voice was careful, timed, and he spoke more than I'm sure he normally would. It sent a simple message- I just want to talk. I nodded my head, getting out of the car. I stumbled slightly but caught myself.
We walked back inside. Everyone was still sleeping as it was only 5 in the morning.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
He sent me a look. One that said, you have no reason to be sorry so shut your face and go take a shower.
And I couldn't help but smile.
It's shorter than the others, but I felt where I ended was good... I started writing like an actual book thing... Maybe someday you guys will be reading a book that I wrote and you'll have no clue.
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