WARNING, WARNING: THERE WILL BE SEVERE FAX IN THIS CHAPTER. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Geez, you'd think you'd get the Fnicking point already.
Novemeber 5, 2010
Houston, we've got a problem. The problem? I have no idea whatto submit to the art contest. UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. I've tried everything from drawing sketches of landscapes, to people, to Fang, to making out with Fang. It all leads back to either a) something that resembles Humpty-Dumpty, b) a totally a differentout come, c) Fang with his shirt off or d) Fang with his shirt off. Then it starts all over again.
Its like the circle of life. It is the circle of li-ife . . . I even tried drawing that. It didn't turn out too well.
I let my forehead fall down on my desk and let out a loud, long groan.
Geez. You're just setting this up back and forth. You're getting so good other people's hormones are lining up to see the one-man show.
Shut up.
. . . Yeah, I got nothing. Oh! Wait. Naughty-
SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.
Geez, I'm just trying to have some fun.
And then you laugh at my misery.
That's pretty much how it works.
I groaned again. "I don't know what to do."
Fang sighed from his spot on my bed. He sure seems to like my bed . . . I heard the creaking of the springs as he got off of the bed. Other than that, he moved silently walked over to me. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around my waist, which counted as a hug. We stayed like that for a minute, until there was a scurrying sound behind me and I tilted my head to the side. Then it clicked.
"Of course!" I said, pulling back from Fang and throwing my hands up. "It was so easy! I can't believe I didn't get it before!"
He raised an eyebrow at me. His eyes held that look that said 'Has she finally cracked?'
'The painting!" I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What painting?" he asked.
Ohhhhh. I didn't tell him. Shisnizers. It is a word, as of now. It should be in the dictionary. Its a cleaner word for 'shit'. Everyone can use it, even your Grandma! Ok, I'll admit if you're grandma drops something and says shisnizers I'd make the WTF face, too. But that's not the point.
"The painting I made," I said and walked over to my closet.
"I gathered that," he said, following me into the closet. I moved clothes and everything thathad accumulated around the picture. I picked the canvas up and showed it to Fang.
"Waddya think?" I asked him. "Would you be be being partly nude on canvas?"
He was still staring at the picture. I slapped the back of his head. "Mr. Hormones, stop having weird fantasies, will ya?"
He blushed a little bit and put an arm around my shoulder. "Its a good picture, but if I'm not exactly pleased with everyone knowing what youlook like half naked."
I shrugged. "Its not that big of a deal. I've done nude drawings of myself before."
His eyebrow shot up to his hairline and stayed there.
"Its not as gross as it sounds, Fang," I scolded him, slapping his arm.
"Sure its not," he said.
"You're just not an artist, and you can't enjoy the beauty that us the human body."
He shrugged, and we fell into a comfortanble silence.
"So . . ."Fang said, trailing off. "Is there any chance I could see the beauty that is the human body in your work?"
"Not a single one," I said and put my painting down and wrap my arms qround him. "At least, not in the pictures." Did I really just say that? Oh, God, I think I did. Shoot me now. Please, just end it quickly and pain free. It'll be over before I know it. I won't even feel it. Shoot me right in the head.
He grins. Wait, what? Stupid teenage horny boys. I never understood why its called 'horny.' If you're high on hormones (pretty much) then shouldn't it be hormy? But horny is so much easier to spell, so what the Hell? Oh, God, the rhyming. (A/N: Heh heh. You know who I'm talking to.)
Fang brushes his lips against mine, light as a feather. I go onto my tip-toes and put more pressue into the kiss. He responds almost immedietly. He pushes me into the wall and his arms around me tighten. I run my hands through his hair, and tangle them up in his silky, black hair.
Huh. All this started because I couldn't make up my mind of what I wanted to submit in an art competition. Now this is a subject change.
Fang moved his lips down from my mouth and to my neck. He nibbled on it and I moaned. Yes. You have permission to kill. Me. Now. I could feel Fang's lips form into a smirk against my neck as he trailed kisses down to my collar bone.
"Max!" Nudge said. "Are you ready? Max, where are you?"
"Shit," Fang and I both mutter and attempts to fix each others hair. Key word: Attempts.
I put my finger to my lips to tell Fdng to be quiet. He nods and sinks back into the walls.
I sliped out of the closet and look at Nudge and Ella, who are leaning against my desk. "Hey, guys."
"Hey, Max!" Nudge said, smiling. "We were looking for you! Why are you all red and you're ha- Ohhhhhhh." She smiles at me and I blush. "Fang, you might as well come out, we know you're in here!"
The closet door slowly peaked ipen, and a guilty looking Fang strolled out, scuffing his feet on the ground. He stopped next to me, and we both hung our heads.
"I'm very dissapointed in you two," Ella said.
"Did you even think about the consequences of your actions?" Nudge asked, tapping her foot.
"Max could have gotten pregnant!" Ella exclaimed.
'What were you thinking?" Nudge asked.
"W-" I cut Ella off.
I looked up at Fang and asked him, "Are we being scolded by fifteen-year-olds?"
He looked at Ella and Nudge and nodded. "Yes, yes we are."
"That's sad," I said, shaking my head.
"Ditto," Fang replied.
"I keep expecting Ella to grow a pedo 'stache and put on a suit, and Nudge to throw on an old fashioned dress and we have thanksgiving like a perfect family," I said scratching my chin.
"We're right here!" Ella exclaimed.
"So?" Fang and I both asked together.
". . . It's rude," Ella said.
I shrugged. "What did you want me to get ready for?" I asked them.
Ella gaped at me. "How can you forget? The fair is coming to town! Fang, out!" Then she pushed him to the stairs and closed the door behind him.
Then, Nudge and Ella attacked my closet until they came out holdind black skinny jeans, black knee-high boots, and a blue shirt that said, 'Sarcasm is the best thing ever.' I dressed into it, and then they attacked me with primping items, such as the horror known as eyliner, mascara, and blush. They pulled my hair back in a blac head band and I resisted the urge to strangle them.
They're family . . . you don't hurt family . . . well, besides Iggy, but he doesn't count.
"Thanks for dressing me up," I said, my voice dripping sarcasm so thick it might never come off the floor. I grabbed my jacket and purse, and walked down the stairs to where the guys were waiting. I immediatly went to Fang's side and grabbed his hand. He grinned down at me, and I smiled up at him. He was dressed in black jeans and a black Skillet t-shirt.
"Where are Gazzy and Angel?" I asked Iggy.
He shrugged. "Anne took them earlier because they wouldn't stop bugging her about it."
"Bambi eyes?" I guessed and he nodded. "Well lets get going."
We got into the truck and drove over to the park right in the middle of town. It was alive with carnival music, cotton-candy booths, rides, and games. We split up into couples, and Fang and I went straight for the Ferris Wheel. It was one of those that reminded you of tea cups, and were so cute, but two people had to sit on both sides
So, Fang and I got in, and I put my feet in his lap. We sat in silence until I said, "I guess this is what it feels like to fly."
He grinned and started to toy with the toe of my boot. "Yeah, I guess it is."
I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and rested my neck on the cool metal bar on the edge of the teacup. It really did feel like flying . . .
After several more rides, Fang and I had finally gotten some blue cotton candy and decided just to walk around the park/fair grounds. I popped a piece of the cotton candy in my mouth and we passed my a guy was asking people to play the game where you get three shots to knock down three old milk jug things.
"Wanna play?" I asked Fang. He grinned and nodded. He handed the man the twenty dollars and he gave us six balls. Oh, God, get your head out of the gutter.
Fang went first. He was pretty good. Knocked two off in the first try, knocked off the last with the third. He won a little Nemo fish.
"My turn," I said. I picked up the ball and threw it. I completely missed the target. Tried it again. Completely missed the target. On the last try, Fang wrapped his arms around me and helped me aim. I got two of the pins off.
"You do realize that was a total ploy, right?" Jeremy asked behind us.
Fang looked at me. "Was it, Max?"
I shrugged. "We'll see." I turned around and payedthe man another ten. I picked up one of the balls and balanced it in my hand. I threw it. It hit right on target, and all the pins tumbled down. I turned to Fang. "That, my love, is what you would call a pwn. And I guess it was a ploy."
He draped an arm over my shoulder. "You are a cruel person."
"Hey, honesty is cruelty," I asnwered.
"And so is love," he muttered, and I smiled.
Fang POV
Home
I walked out of the bathroom and went down the hall and into my room, and found Max already lying there. Alright, this is every hormonal teenagers dream; to have a beautiful girl laying on their bed when they get to your room.
And what does my smooth slef come up with? "Hey." Oh, yeah. I am that cool.
She smiled at me. I sat on the edge of the bed and took my shirt off when her arms wrapped around my shoulders. "Hey," she says seductively. Max doesn't say things seductively or sexily or anything like that. No, she says things in a sarcastic way or in a way that says, 'Mess with me and you won't be having kids.' Is that Max? Yes. Is this Max? No. Do I like the new Max? I'm a guy, I have hormones, do the math.
Max kissed the place right where your shoulders start and your neck ends, then she started to make her way up to my jaw. Her hands trace over my bare chest, and I knew she knew I was, erm, excited? It was kind of obvious due to the bulge in my boxers. Duh.
Max slowly edged her way until she was in front of me, stradling me. And I had my arms wrapped around her waist, and my lips were glued to hers. I slid my tongue into her mouth and explored it, until her tongue found mine. Then, we battle for dominance. I let her win and explore my mouth, and when she pulled back I was slightly disspointed. And when I mean slightly, I mean extrmely. As you could probably guess.
"Hey," she said, brushing some hair from my face. "I love you."
I smiled at her. "I love you, too."
That's all I can think of! The next chapter will probably be Max submitting her art work or something. If you're grossed out by the serious FAXNESS in this chapter, all I can say is: I told you so.
Skid: She did tell you so . . .
Tank: It was a fair warning.
JP: You were warned.
- Sanity