So...this will probably become a story, I'm not promising to update every day but I aim to update at least twice a week. Sorry this is short.. please forgive me.. :'(
Fang POV
I sullenly stared over my cereal at the christmas decorations, garish in my opinion, all that red and green. Whats wrong with black? A stomping on the stairs interrupted my pointless mullish thoughts, a somewhat awake, wild max appeared…What? Is that my shirt? MY BOXERS?!
"Max are you wearing my stuff?" I commented with I hope was an emotionless tone.
"I couldn't find my pyjamas, and your door was open. By the way you smell nice." she said while sniffing the shoulder of MY shirt for emphasis, she then winking at me with a sexy smirk on her face. I then proceeded to fall off my chair.
"Hey Fang, you okay?" she said with her back turned, shit…Calling emotionless fang to the rescue…
"Uh yeah my chair broke."I said almost cried with relief when she didn't notice my lie. Key word "she" because frisking fricker frick Gazzy who currently had a full view over the kitchen at the top of the stairs, noticed.
Frick. My. Life.
"No you didn't Fang, you FELL off the chair." he said slowly to me as if I wasn't capable to understand the difference. Max then giggled her shoulders shaking as she slowly turned around and whispered
"You fell?" it was so incredulous that I may have let the corners of my mouth twitch, and seeing this she was soon full out laughing in the floor, her blondish hair fanning out, framing her pretty face as she clutched her stomach in laughter. I personally didn't see what was so funny honestly, but I missed Max happy and laughing and somehow, because of this a small smile managed to escape onto my face as I watched her.
"Hey Fang."A voice called out to me as I watched some terrible kung fu movie, very unrealistic and I usually end up in pain after I think I can copy their moves.
"What are these shorts I'm wearing?" Max asked suspiciously, I waited a second to see if she was joking. She was not. Shit. She doesn't know? May as well just say goodbye to my balls right now. Here goes nothing..
"Those aren't shorts, Max they're boxers." I responding fearfully. A moment of silence passed, and then was broken by a screech of Max
"EW! EW! GET IT OFF OF ME!" She screamed as I heard the pitter patter of feet around the house converging to her room. I admit it. I may have snickered into my pillow. But come on how could she not know? Me and Iggy wear them around the house all the time. She must have been realllyyyy tired not to notice.
"Are you okay?" A sweet voice sounded with concern
"Whats wrong" A fearful Gazzy squeaked out
"Did a spider come into your room?" Asked a understanding Nudge who bobbed her head in sympathy. After a couple of seconds the silence was broken.
"Me and Fang were having a screaming contest. I won" Max answered smugly. My snickering turned into a full blown chuckle and I was so wrapped up in this that i almost didn't hear Angel asking,
"Whats that sound?"
Hope you liked it :) If you see any errors please point them out to me.
Merry (almost) christmas!