Hey guys, what's up? The post is up, so I hope you enjoy. A little fluff for you but nowhere near satisfactory I say.
Five years ago (10 years old)
"Fang's got a girlfriend, Fang's got a girlfriend!" I sing, dancing around him while he pulled on pants.
"She's not my girlfriend. I'm just going to the movies with her family. I don't even like her; mom is making me go." He looks at me though the hair that constantly falls into his face. "And would you please get out?!" He says in his high-pitched kid voice.
"Why?" I stop dancing and stand in front of him with my hands on my hips like the way I always see my mother do when she teases me. "It's not like I haven't ever seen you naked. We used to take baths together!"
"Yeah, when we were like, six."
"I saw you naked just last week when you decided to go streaking down the street."
"That's different!" He defends. "And I didn't decide to do that, you dared me to." He pulls on a black button up polo shirt.
"Naked is still naked. And so what if it was a dare? I still did it."
"That's besides the point. You're getting completely off topic."
"Nu-uh. You are."
"Nu-uh."
"Yu-huuuuu."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"Stop it! You're confusing me." He fumbles with the tie for his neck. "I don't even remember what we were talking about."
"Good." I step forward and tie it easily. "How do you not even know how to tie a tie? You're a boy, you should know this stuff."
"You're so sexist."
"I bet you don't even know what that means." I cross my arms.
He is silent. "Exactly."
His mom then calls for him to come down, saying that they are here to pick him up.
He sighs and looks at me. "Bye."
"Just don't forget about me kay?"
He smirks. "I couldn't forget about you if I tried. You're like a thorn in my foot."
I smile and shove him toward the door, making him stumble. "Go. Your girlfriend is waiting for you."
He scowls at me.
Now
"Fang!" I screech as he barrels off the tour bus with me thrown carelessly over his shoulder. The bus is parked in two lanes in a parking lot, in front of nice hotel we will be spending the night in. "Fang, put me down! We're in public!" We were getting a lot of stares as I bang on his back with my fists, and the rest of the band piling out of the bus behind us. There are many flashes from cellphones with pictures that will no doubt be all over the internet in about five minutes.
"Aaaaand, now people are taking pictures. fan-freaking-tastic." I give up struggling and rest my chin in my hand, using Fang's back as a support.
"Hey Fang, over here! Toss her to me!" Iggy shouts from ten feet away. I feel a shift in the shoulder underneath me and I clutch at the back of the shirt tightly.
"Fang, no. God so help me Fang, if you throw me I swear-" I never get to finish as a gasp escapes my parted lips and there is a weightless moment. I flail my arms in that one second that felt like minutes before I hit something hard, forcing air from my lungs.
There is a grunt beside my ear as the realization that I didn't just die sinks is.
I kick out and roll from Iggy's arms. I try to land on my feet but my legs feel weak so I fall to the ground on my hands and knees, rocks cutting into my pale skin.
Fang comes walking up with a smile, rubbing his arm like it's sore. "You weigh a ton. What have you been eating, bricks?"
I drag myself to my feet and glare at him. "Why?" I question, punching his shoulder as hard as I can. "Your head missing some?" He winces and rubs it for real.
"Ow. That hurts you know."
"You know what else would have hurt? Slamming into the ground after being thrown ten feet." I wasn't really angry. It was actually kind of fun and I was tempted to ask to go again. But that wouldn't go very well with my pride to I just continued to glare.
"Okay, okay. Sorry."
I resist the urge to smile and push past him after rolling my eyes.
"Oooo, you got in trou-ble." I hear Iggy singing behind me. There is the sound of skin hitting skin and air escaping the lungs, followed by a wheeze.
"Shut up." I hear Fang's grumbled reply.
"You're not even angry, are you." Nudge accuses when I walk up to stand beside her.
I wink. She sighs.
By now, people and the paparazzi have gathered in front the building. Janie is doing the best she can to keep them at bay but she is only one human and a reporter slips through. A mike is shoved into my face and I hear a jumble of words. I flinch away from the bright flashing lights.
"What?"
As the reporter repeats the question, I meet our manager's eyes.
"Go!" She shouts. "Meet me at the restaurant we discussed on the way here!"
"Flock, assemble!" I call doing my Avengers pose. More flashes went off. Our band name is technically The Fallen Angels, but everyone calls us The Flock.
Once the Flock has, you know, flocked together I say, "Iggy, smoke bomb go!" all dramatically like superhero or something. Do superheros even use smoke bombs? I think Batman does but I don't count him as a superhero. He doesn't have any cool powers and his motive to do good is revenge. I mean, what are they trying to teach kids these days?
Iggy grins and pulls a small device out of nowhere and throws it at the ground. Smoke starts billowing out of it until the entire street is covered in a green mist.
Immediately, people start choking.
"You grabbed the stink bomb, idiot!" Gazzy yells unaffected by the smell. He's probably used to gaseous scents because of his own toxic farts.
"Gas. Mask!" Iggy gags dramatically holding his neck, similar to what he does when his best friend lets one rip.
"Doesn't matter." I gasp trying not to breath in the green fog. "They're distracted. Run." And they were distracted. They were to busy covering their noses with their hand or shirts to notice us.
We sprint down the sidewalk, dodging gagging joggers. By the time the mist clears and stink begins to fade, we are slipping inside a dark alleyway that is piled with trash. We slip on hats and sunglasses, and I have to blink against the sudden dim lighting. There is graffiti covering the brick walls and an orange slim that I don't want to know the substance of.
"Lets go." I say in what I think of as a deep spy voice. "Ba da da da da da dada, ba da da da da dada. Batman!" I sing, pressing my back into the damp wall and peaking around the corner.
I wave them forward and move to step out of my hiding spot. "Baba, baba, batma- eep!" I squeak as I trip over a rusted trashcan, making a lot of noise. I flail my arms at my side before I can catch myself.
"Not a word." I demand pointing at Fang and Iggy before continuing out of my hiding spot.
"I don't see how you have never faceplanted on stage with all those dance moves and your clumsiness." Gazzy says.
"Hush, or you'll jinx it!" Nudge hisses at him.
"Luck." I answer. "A lot of luck." We continue walking.
By the time we circle back around to the bus, the people have dispersed. We enter a restaurant across the street and I glance around. Without a word, I sit down at a table in the back. Iggy sits closest to the window on the left side of me and Fang sits on my right side. Nudge sits across from Fang, Gazzy across from Iggy. A minute later, Janie sits down across from me in her high heels and expensive skirt.
"Sup." I nod at her with a smile stretched across my face.
She sends a glare at Iggy and I can just smell the lingering of Iggy's present on her cloths. I do a weird snort laugh thing and cross my arms.
"I could be better." She replies with a pointed look at you know who.
"Sorry!" Iggy defends. "I mixed them up. Just be lucky it wasn't an itching powder bomb. I have mixed them up before, and trust me, your day would really be sucking."
A waitress comes to our table and we order or drinks.
I reach across the table and grab a hand full of sugar packets. Without thinking, I hand one to Fang, simultaneously opening one for myself. I pour it into my mouth and smile as the sugar turns to a sweat paste in my mouth. I open another packet and empty the contents. Fang automatically reaches for another one off my pile. I reach for another one.
My leg starts to bounce.
I look up and notice everyone staring at us. I have just emptied my eighth packet, Fang, his 5th, and I'm bouncing in my seat now, unable to sit still. Fang's foot taps the slightest bit.
"What?" I eat another.
I feel Fang's hand rest on my knee, silently telling me to be still. I stop slightly.
"Hey Max, look." Iggy point at something out the window. I can't help but get up to look.
"Awe, you missed it. Someone was on the roof." My head whips around to face Janei.
"Can I go on the roof?"
"No." Can her immediate reply. "Absolutely not."
"Fang would come with me." I plead.
"No." She sends another glare in Iggy's direction.
I pout but sit back down, opening another sugar packet. I dump it in my mouth but instead of it turning into a sweet paste, It stays crystallized and gritty.
Salt.
I spew the contents from my mouth, all over my manager.
"Iggy!" We both yell, realizing his reasoning for the window distraction.
He's doubled over in laughter so I kick his chair, hard, and he tip over sideways.
"Oh my god! What happened?" The waitress says with our drinks in hand. "Is he okay?"
She sets them down on the table and rushes forward to help but I wave her off.
"Oh, don't worry about him. He's fine. He just prefers the floor."
Suddenly my chair tips backward too and it has nothing to do with my clumsiness. I can't contain a gasp and my arms flail, groping for something to grab on to. I hit the ground with a thud. "Faaaaang." I groan.
"She likes the ground too." He says to the waitress and she blushes. We order our food and I am the first to pull myself off the ground.
"You need a girlfriend." I tell him. "Maybe she could teach you how to treat a girl."
He raises an eyebrow. "You offering?" I punch him in the arm and he laughs. "Besides, you are already my girlfriend."
Now I raise an eyebrow and ignore the squeal I hear come from Nudge. "Am I now? Now this is new to me."
"Are you not my friend?"
"I'm pretty sure I am."
"And... You're a girl aren't you? Unless there is something I should know about."
"I'm a girl and you know it. You've seen me naked enough times to know that answer." I hear someone choke on their drink. I think it was Janie.
"Then there you go. You're my girlfriend."
I roll my eyes.
"This is disgusting." Gazzy groans.
I look at him confused. "What is?"
"Their flirting is not disgusting. I think it's adorable." Nudge says with a little swoon.
"We are not flirting." Fang and I say at the same time.
I throw my head back and groan. Nudge giggles.
"You're so flirting." Says Iggy, finally dragging himself off the floor. It's luck that this restaurant doesn't have many costumers because everyone would be staring. Our odd group naturally pulls attention.
The waitress comes back and sets the food down in front of the respective person. I see here keep glancing at Fang and I smile as an idea comes to mind.
I elbow my best friend. "I think I just found you a girlfriend."
He raises his eyebrows but doesn't respond. When she comes back with the bill and is about to leave, I stop her. "Hey, what's your name?" I ask.
Her eyes dart to Fang, then away. "Kaylin." Her voice is soft and shy.
"My friend here really likes you." I put my hand on Fang's shoulder and I feel him stiffen. "He's to shy to say anything though. He wants to know if you'll go on a date with him tonight."
"Max." He says in a warning voice.
"S-sure!" Kaylin squeaks.
"Great!" I exclaim, ignoring Fang's silent protests. "You can meet him at the fancy restaurant down the street from here at seven. Wear something fancy. He will pay for you."
"Okay." she scurries away.
I laugh. "I just got Fang a girlfriend, I just got Fang a girlfriend!"
He shoves me a little and I almost fall out of my seat again. "I'm not wearing a suit."
"Oh yes you are. Even if I have to wrestle you into it, and you know I'm going to win."
Janie sighs.
"Don't make me pants you." I warn Fang as he dodges yet another attempt of me getting him to put on the black slacks.
"Where did you even get a suit?" He asks jumping around me again, going for the door.
"I bought it a while ago for when you actually got a girlfriend."
He looks at me like I'm crazy, witch of course he's right. "What are you, my mom?"
"I might as well be." I lunge again and grab hold of his pant leg. He tries to run but trips when he can't pull his leg free and falls to the ground on the hotel floor. I tug and his sweat pants slip off his legs, leaving him in his boxers.
"Put the pants on!" I shove them at him but he tries to crawl away so I grab him by the ankle and pull him toward me. I sit on his chest, shoving the pants in his face.
"You know, I kind of like this position." He pulls a perverted face and I scowl at him.
"Put them on!"
"Janie!" He yells. "Janie, Max is trying to rape me!" The rest of the flock is down stairs raiding the hotel snack bar and Janie is down the hall doing who knows what, though when she hears Fang's yell, I hear her rushing foot steps. Though I don't know how she couldn't have heard his yell, the whole hotel must have.
"I am not!" Janie come rushing through the door using a key card, but stop when she sees us on the ground.
"You actually believed him?" If I were in an anime, I would have sweat dropped.
"Max is trying to rape me!" He says again, probably just to annoy me.
"Shut up." I slap him in the face with the pants I'm trying to force him into. Janie rubs her temple.
"Make him put the suit on." I whine like a little kid.
She sighs. "Fang, just put on the stupid suit."
"Fine." He says easily, taking the slacks out of my hand.
"Really?" I ask in surprise. "Sweet." I get off of him and watch as he tugs them on. "By the way, I'm taking you to the restaurant so you don't ditch the poor girl.
He groans as I walk out of the room.
I snicker.
"And Max, in the future, please don't try to rape your band mates." Janie says from behind me.
"I wasn't trying to rape him!" When I turn around to face her head on, I see her smiling so I do the mature thing and stick my tongue out at her.
We, Fang and I, stand in front of the restaurant and he turns to face me. I have to cover my mouth to contain my laugh. His tie is all messed up. I reach up and start to fix it.
"It's been six years and you still can't tie a tie?"
"That's what I have you for."
"You do know I won't always be here. We will grow up and you'll get married. With my luck, I'd probably trip off a cliff by the time I'm twenty." I smirk.
"Then I'll have to jump off to save you. Besides, even if I get married, You will still always come first."
"You'd make a terrible husband." My lingering hands come down to rest at my sides.
He smiles. "Terrible." He puts a large hand on my head and kisses my hair. It's not an intimate gesture, just affectionate. Brotherly almost, though my heart gives a strange tug. "I'm still mad at you for making me do this though." He says pulling away and walking though the restaurant doors.
"You know you love me!" I call after him.
He winks. "Always!" I can't help but laugh as he disappears into the building.
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-Fantasy