No author's note. Can't think of anything evil.
Fang: I really need to get out of here…
After Iggy and Fang tied for the fifty bucks, they went off to the bathroom.
Want to guess why?
So they came back all smelly and weak and stuff. So I was, of course, laughing my head off.
"You guys are awesome!" I said and Fang rolled his eyes.
Iggy on the other hand, wobbled over, his wings out for balance, and breathed vomit-breath in my face.
I squeaked, held my breath, glared at him, and punched his narrow chest.
He fell down, wheezing, and laughing.
"Max," Fang said. "Where's my fifty bucks?" He asked me with his half-smile.
I shrugged. "Must have left it at home." I said grinning.
Fang glared at me. "You're soo evil."
"And you love me." I said walking out of the room.
"You owe me!" He called as I walked over to Nudge.
"Hey. Can I get something to do?" She looked around.
"Could you help Gazzy? I think he's going to break something…" She said looking over to where the Gasman was trying to balance a basket full of birdseed pouches, a platter of flowers, and trying to eat a sandwich.
"Yeah." I ran over to Gaz and took the platter from him.
"Hi, Max." He said and lifted the basket up a little more. "Thanks for the help." He took a bite of his sandwich.
"No problem." I said and looked around. "Where were you taking these?" I asked him.
"Over there." He pointed his sandwich to behind the place where the justice of peace was supposed to stand.
"Okay." I started off. Then I noticed something. Violets didn't have blue stems. I set the platter down across the backs of two of the pews and backed up. Gazzy had hidden something in it.
Then there was a plume of something greenish. He had rigged up a stink bomb. Way to go Gazzy. Way to go.
"Gazzy!" Nudge shrieked. She had seen the plume. Fang and Iggy weakly stuck their heads out of the door and pretended to be sicker than they actually were.
"You are in such big trouble!" She yelled and Gazzy ran away.
It was some sight for sure. A 6'5" sixteen year old boy running away from a nineteen year old girl who's barely five eight.
When will Gazzy ever learn?
When we finished decorating for the day, after hours of Nudge-induced torture, Fang drove me home in my little VW bug.
When we pulled in the driveway, though, he turned off the engine.
"Don't open your door." He said seriously, looking over at me.
And I panicked, courtesy of years of paranoia. I spun around, whacking Fang, who was leaning in too close, with my ponytail and glancing out my window.
"Hey!" He said startled. "I just wanted to give you a kiss!" He said putting a heavy hand on my shoulder.
"Oh. Sorry." I said blushing four shades of red. Iggy would have had a field day.
"It's alright. Your hair actually tasted kind of good." He joked and leaned in and kissed me.
I kissed him back. Boy, this was great. Fang's a great kisser. Granted, I've never kissed anybody else…no, wait; there was that Sam kid back in Virginia all those years ago. But I hardly remembered that kiss. This one was so much more worth it.
After a good two minutes of our lip-locking, we broke apart.
I suddenly felt lots more tired than I had during our kiss.
"I got to—" I started, but Fang gave me a look.
"Going to run again?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No, I'm just—I'm just tired." I said regaining my brain.
"I'll walk you in." He suggested, opening his door and running over to my door so he could be nice.
"I could have done that." I mumbled.
"I'm being nice." He frowned.
I smiled at him and he hugged me.
"Now, I need to get to bed." I said wiggling out of his arms.
"I take it you don't want me to come?" He said walking toward the sidewalk.
"No! I mean—yeah, but later. Like—just—" I sighed. "It's late. I'm tired. We kissed. My brain is on vacation." He smirked.
"I wouldn't do that to you. Yet." He added. "Goodnight." He said and took off.
"'G night." I said to myself as I saw Fang fly away. Just as graceful as he was eight years ago.
I sighed and walked into my house. I ran up the stairs, to at a time and plopped into my bed.
Everything-yesterday, today, eight years ago-was crammed into my head. Even the time that we were in New York and we all tried to breathe underwater. Even that apocalyptic meeting with that Dr. Gunther-Hagen and Dylan.
Fang dying; Fang coming back to life because I shoved that adrenaline-filled hypo in his heart.
All of Fang's kisses.
Dylan deciding that he didn't belong in the flock.
Nudge's announcement that she and Iggy were engaged.
I shut my eyes. There was only one thing in the whole world that could possibly clear my head right now. No, two.
Fang's kisses or sleep.
Sleep was closest right now.
Done for now. Short, flirty, filler chapter.
Next one will be longer promise. Just trying to update.
Fang: It's been about forty days on this one.
Me: I made it a high priority this time, okay! I'll update sooner next time.