Ok so here's chappy four and please please help me with the ideas for the wedding dresses (Both Nudge and Max) oh and their respective bridesmaid dresses (Ella's too!) It would help me so so so much please I would love you so so so much. And I will give a shout out to the person who actually reviews with help!
Cheers
Hicksy
xxx
CHAPTER 4
Checklist:
Fang's suit – Check
Iggy's suit – Check
Gazzy's suit – Check
Ella's bridesmaid dresses (for mine and Nudge's) – Check x 2 (Paid for by mum)
Nudges Maid of Honour dress for mine – Check bought when getting Ella's
My Maid of Honour dress for Nudges – Check also bought when getting Ella's
Flowers – Check (though they're Nudges idea and problem she's getting them for both weddings I just agreed and paid for mine it kept her quiet and stopped her from doing bambi eyes)
Decoration – Check (again Nudge's idea and problem)
Guest lists – Sorta check (Mum's doing that)
Nudge's dress – Still no (She's SO picky! They're either the wrong seasons dress or last years colour and style! She'll never be happy!)
My dress – Almost yes (So, so close to finding the right one. Don't care whether it is the wrong seasons dress or crap like that. If I like it I'll wear it. Simple)
Rings (Nudge's) – Iggy's sorting it with Fang
Rings (Mine) – Fang's hopefully sorting it with Iggy
Cars – God knows
Honeymoons – No clue
Hen nights – No clue (Oh god whatever they have planned it better not be that bad)
Stag nights – Check apparently (Haha apparently Gazzy has sorted it and I can't wait to know what he's got planned :D)
Baby due date – Getting closer (I'm getting stressed just watching Nudge stress)
House – CHECK! FINALLY ACCEPTED! Woohoo! We have a new house! YAY!
"I hope I'm not disturbing anything Maximum" A voice cut through my thoughts
"Hmm?" I glanced up from my computer screen clicking my pen absentmindedly; I noticed it was my boss a sexist creep. Constantly greasy brown hair, horrible voice, moustache a proper slime ball you know the type.
"I need a word in my office" He sneered
"Which one? You've got a whole dictionary to choose from"
"My office please"
"That's three" I muttered standing up and followed him into his office
"Miss –"
"Mrs soon"
"*sigh* Ok. Mrs Ride I have had numerous complaints not only from my personal secretary but from others who work here"
"And…?"
"I am sorry but this is unacceptable. I have been letting this go for a number of months now"
"And what have I said that's so bad?" I folded my arms and glared at him
"*sigh* you have continually called my secretary a 'bitch', 'slag', 'slut' you have also told her 'find your own boyfriend whore' and 'if I gave a penny for your thoughts I would expect change'."
"Yeah that was a good one" I smirked to myself, but she was thick as anything and constantly checking out Fang whenever he came around because we were going out or something and unfortunately she was a redhead ugh…
"I'm sorry but this cannot go on, Maximum, you're fired pack up your things and be out of the building by the hour"
"Huh? What the hell! What have I done? I've said some things sure but how pathetic is that?"
"I'm sorry"
"Hang on it's half a week before my wedding!"
"Your problem not mine"
"How am I going to pay for stuff?"
"Your husband has a job I presume?"
"He works behind a bar!"
"Gather your things and leave please" Ok now seeing as though I'm fired and I hate the guy and I'm Maximum Ride now is about the time I think I can get away with punching his lights out. And that's what I did. Before he knew what had happened I punched him underneath his chin, his head snapped back with a horrible crack and he fell to the floor. I walked around him and went back into my room picked up a few photos I had around the place and walked out past Barbie.
"Thanks thick shit"
"I'm not thick" She replied in a whiny squeaky voice
"Yeah sure, I bet you couldn't tell which way an elevator was going if you were given two guesses" I shouted walking down the stairs.
**At Home**
I opened the door not bothering on catching it as it crashed against the wall and put the photos on the window sill. I could hear loud music most likely coming from the garage. I shut the door with my foot and wandered through the house to find the bare wooden door leading into the garage. I knocked but with the music blasting through it I doubt he would have heard, I'm amazed he hadn't deafened himself yet. The song blasting out was I'm Yours by The Script.
'You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours
You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours'
I opened the door after listening to the song and looked in; he was punching the punch bag which Gazzy had stuck an Erasers face on. Where he got the picture I won't know. I watched him for a while just staring at his bare torso, heaven is a place on earth and it's in a garage? Great I was brought up in a dog crate in hell and now I've made it to heaven.
"Fang?" No response no matter I'll just stare at him a bit longer.
"FANG!" I yelled I couldn't stand just being able to stare I needed him close to me his lips on mine; he turned quickly around and smiled at me walking over putting a towel over his shoulders
"HEY!" He shouted turning the music off "What you doing home?"
"Uh… Got fired" I replied putting my arms around his neck, his eyebrows rose as he put his arms around me
"Why?"
"Ummm… You know me well enough. I don't like some one I tell them. They didn't like it so complained and here I am in your arms"
"How are we going to pay for stuff?"
"How many years did we live on the run stealing stuff?"
"We're not kids anymore"
"And…?" He smirked and pressed his lips to mine, I grabbed the towel that was around his neck and pulled it so I was leading him back out of the garage. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him.
I had no idea where he was taking me through the house but he stopped pulling back from the kiss, grinning at me pulling me tighter into him. I saw a black wall behind him, I had allowed him one black wall in our room but he kinda got two as he won just because he is the best kisser in the world. I weaved my hands through his silky black hair as he sat down heavily on the bed. I leaned into him and he laid back, his hands on my hips as I straddled his. I looked around the room and muttered.
"Hmmm… What to do… What to do…?" I looked down into his black eyes and laid down on top of him, he was smirking and held me closer. "Well we could always…" I drifted off as he pressed his lips to mine, hands wandering up my back pulling my top up the further they got. Soon my top had been fully discarded and Fang had rolled on top of me getting more and more passionate with every little movement of his mouth and hips. He pulled away and we were both gasping for air. He started kissing my neck softly as I was still trying to regain my breath, every time his lips touched my skin electric shocks shot through me. Fang stopped and looked straight at me our faces so close our noses were touching, he had kinda pinned me down beneath him.
"I love you Maximum" He breathed, I saw him visibly shiver as I ran a finger down his bare chest then wrapped my arms around him playing with some of his feathers.
"Good" I whispered into his ear, still playing with some of his feathers. He took my hand and moved it so it was flat on his chest feeling every beat of his heart which was making mine quicken. He pressed his lips to mine, this time he was just that little bit quicker and that little bit rougher. His hands caught the hem of my pants and pulled them off taking his own shorts with them throwing them onto the floor. And let me tell you, Fang isn't just an amazing kisser, if you know what I mean.