Chap. 17

Cookies&&Chocolate

Fang POV

"Oh, Nicky! I've got some more cookies and chocolate for your dear Maxine!" called Mrs. Calbot.

I froze, hoping that I had really NOT heard that.

"What?" Max asked frantically.

I tipped my head to one side. Max understood, and began listening intently. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyebrows were all scrunched up, and her lips were pursed. Max was the emblem of cute.

Her eyes suddenly widened. She heard it too.

God, kill me

"Uh," I said, "sounds like our neighbor."

Max crinkled her brow. "You know her?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Calbot – she's and old lady who lives the house next to ours."

"When did you meet her?"

"On Saturday. We talked."

"Oh."

"We should go see her," I said.
Max reluctantly agreed.

We walked out to the back yard. Sure enough, Mrs. Calbot was standing on the other side of the fence and waving madly at us.

"Nick, sweetie!" she called.

Max sniggered. She chuckled. She giggled. She laughed. I couldn't help it – I hugged her. That giggle is just so darn cute.

"Nicky, I brought some more chocolate for your girlfriend!" Mrs. Calbot said.
Max turned to me curiously. Uh – oh. I hadn't given her the chocolate yet. "Explain to you later," I whispered in her ear.

Mrs. Calbot, who had been watching the whole whispering-giggling-hugging thing, said, "I'm Tate Calbot. You must be Maxine!"

"Uh, yeah," Max said uncomfortably, "I prefer Max, though."

Mrs. Calbot inspected Max carefully. "I approve" she informed me, not even bothering to be quiet. "She seems a nice enough girl for you."

I chuckled nervously. "Thanks for the cookies and chocolate."

"Oh, right!" she handed me a plastic container. "I make the chocolate myself, you know."

"I didn't, actually."

"Yes," Mrs. Calbot said 'impressively', "The recipe's been in my family for years."

"I hate to be rude," said Max, "but we have a rather urgent appointment that we can't afford to miss."

Mrs. Calbot fluttered her hand. "No apologies! Come visit whenever you like, now, both of you!"

"Thank you," Max replied.
As we were going into the house, Mrs. Calbot called, "Nicky, dear, please bring back the container when you're done!"

Well, where was I? Oh, right. Asking God to kill me.

Max POV

I could hardly hold my laughter until we were back in the house. As soon as the door slammed shut and Fang and I were in the privacy of the living room, I busted out laughing.

"N-Nicky!" I blubbered. "Sweetie! I've got a cookie!"

Fang grit his teeth. I laughed harder. "My stomach hurts," I complained between giggles. "NICKY, HELP!"

Fang's eyes flashed dangerously. "Max -" he started.

Tears started streaming down my face. Fang's new nickname was totally going to be Nicky.

Ah, laughter. What they say is true. Laughter is the best medicine. Well, unless you have broken ribs, which makes laughing really, really, REALLY hurt. Believe me, I know.

A/N: Hahahahaha, I really got a kick out of the Nicky thingymabob. This chapter actually… One and a half chapters in my first draft. And Max was a lot ruder in the first draft. My impression of Tate/Mrs. Calbot was that she was supposed to act like the dreaded 'mother-in-law' to Max.

I'm not that good at funny stuffs, so if anyone has any ideas, please, please, please take the time to review or PM me about that.

Sankyuuuu!

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