Chapter 8
Once Again
Max POV
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I must have fallen asleep watching TV on the sofa last night.
"Ugh!"
"Good morning to you, too."
Dylan strolled in from the other room.
I quickly jumped up and looked around.
I wasn't on my sofa.
Heck, I wasn't even in my house!
"Dylan, where the hell am I?"
"Oh, last night you kept crying and crying, so your mom asked if you wanted to sleep over my place and you agreed."
What? Was I drugged or something?
"Holy crap! We didn't…?"
"Oh hell no!"
"What a relief!"
"Well that's a compliment."
"This actually isn't too bad for an evil lair."
"I told you, Max. I'm not a bad guy, once you get to know me."
Yeah, right.
"Whatever. It's just… Last night I had this horrible dream…"
"What, Max? I'll help you."
"I dreamt that you told me that Fang had died. It was awful! I mean, what if that actually happened? What would I do?"
"Uh…"
"What?"
"Max, that wasn't a dream."
NOT AGAIN!
"I'm going back to sleep."
I flipped over, closed my eyes, and drifted into La La Land.
Max, Max!
Fang stood on a ledge.
Yes, Fang!
Forget about Me! Dylan is your soulmate!
NO!
I woke up so quickly, but when I looked at the clock, I realized that it was an hour later.
Holy Freaking Crap…
Now, I was only almost certain about two things:
Fang was the voice.
And
He wanted me to be with Dylan…
"Dylan?"
"Yes, Max?"
This was gonna be harder than I thought.
"I've rethought some things…"
I cannot do it!
I can't love Dylan!
But, Fang wants me to!
I have to.
"Yes, Max?"
"And…"
Spit it out!
"And I think that I like you."
There.
I said it.
And I regretted it like hell.
But Fang told me to do it.
So it had to be right.
"So, Max, you're actually into me, like… you like me?"
Hell no.
Or yes?
"Yup."
"This is Fantastic! I'm so happy! I could sing!"
"Oh no you don't!"
"Ok, ok."
"Dylan…"
"Max, I really don't know what to say…"
Pretend he's Fang!
"Max, I've been waiting for this for song long. And all I can say is… I love you."
Oh my Freaking Gosh.
He dropped the bomb, and sadly I mean metaphorically.
"I…love you too Dylan."
NO I DON'T!
"I'm so glad to hear that! We've got a life time ahead of us."
"Wait, Dylan… I don't feel well."
My stomach growled, and not in the hungry way.
"I think I'm gonna…"
I barfed all over the floor.
There were yellow and brown slime covered chunks all over the place and it was so gross.
Ew…
"I'm calling Dr. M."
For now, I was falling asleep.
Good for me.