After class, we were all walking home except Iggy, Sam, JJ, and Nudge. They were all going to buy supplies for their projects. Sam and JJ had to make an outfit that looked like a person from olden Greece. Like that movie, GLADIATOR. We were supposed to draw a picture of our author, but Fang said he could draw it.
Fang and I headed to his house and Iggy went home.
"Don't have too much fun!" he said.
"Shut up!" I shouted. I've never met Fang's mom. She has jet-black hair and ocean blue eyes.
"Hi! You must be Max," she said. We shook hands.
"My Fang won't stop talking about you! How pretty you are and how-" Fang interrupted her.
"Mom!" he said through gritted teeth. I blushed and smiled.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked.
"Um sure!" I said. Angel and Gazzy ran up to me and hugged me.
"We've been wanting to see you Max!" they said at the same time. Wow, freaky.
"Me too," I said,
"I got you guys something," I said and pulled a bag of jellybeans. Their eyes widened and smiled even more.
"Here you go," I said, giving it to Gazzy.
"Thank you, Max!" they said. I hugged them and they took off running.
"Mom, we have a project to do," said Fang.
"Alright, I'll call you guys!" she said as I followed Fang upstairs. Fang opened the door to his bedroom and I was amazed. Drawings hung all over his walls and there was a stack of them in the far right corner of his room.
He had one of those stands artists use to draw, with a picture. It was covered and there was paint splatters all over it. His bed was black, so were his pillows, walls and curtains. Shocking. There was a black bass guitar resting on a stand, next to his closet.
"You drew these?" I breathed out.
"Yes, it's what I love to do," he said.
"Can I?" I asked. He nodded. I went around looking at his artwork. I saw one that caught my eye. It was a meadow, but there was purple flowers going downhill, the sun was shining without any clouds and there was a tree on the left side that made some shade over the purple flowers. It's amazing, it looks so realistic.
"You're amazing," I muttered.
"Thank you, and so are you with music," he said,
"I mean you're good at lots of things," I said. He smirked at me and I blushed at my own words.
"I don't know how you do this. I've never been good at drawing, even though I never really try," I said.
"Really? Come here, I'll show you," he put the covered painting resting against the wall and opened a big sketch pad. He put it on the stand. He grabbed a brush. He caught my hand, sending shivers through me. He placed me in front of the sketch pad and put the brush in my hand. He guided my hand to draw a picture.
"See you have to picture in your mind what you want to draw. When it's stuck in your head you just draw, let the brush or pencil draw," he said in my ear softly. I blinked and gulped. His other hand went up my leg and rested on my waist. Then he moved it to rest on my stomach. I gasped softly and felt my legs weaken. I felt millions of butterflies on my stomach. This effect he has on me, I love it.
I turned my head to look at him. My eyes landed on his lips, then I looked up at his beautiful black eyes. How I want to kiss those luscious lips.
"Does the art teacher stand this close to his student?" I murmured. He looked down at me and answered.
"Only when he wants the student to perfect the picture," he responded. He dropped my hand, the one with the brush and it came up to stroke my cheek. I closed my eyes and opened them again.
"So beautiful," he whispered. He leaned in and we closed our eyes. His lips met mine. Cold and heat went up my body simultaneously. I dropped the brush and ran my hands up his chest. He moaned slightly, parting my lips with his tongue. We angled our heads even more to deepen it. I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping it to pull him closer to me.
His hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer. He backed me up until I fell on his bed. Fang hovered above me, pinning my arms above my head. I pulled away, having him kiss my neck. He found my soft spot, bit on it and licked it. I gasped.
"Fang!" I whispered. He moaned softly in response. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his lips back to mine. We passionately kissed for about ten minutes. Him running his hands up my legs and me sliding my hands under his shirt and tracing his rock hard abs. He has an eight pack that would make a god jealous! We slowly pulled away, smiling. My eyes fluttered open and I gave him a smile. He gave me quick kiss and helped me sit up. That was the best first kiss ever!
"Wow," I murmured softly. He dipped his head to meet my lips in a hungry kiss. His hands moved up and down my legs, rapidly as I kissed him furiously. He moved down to my neck again and bit it.
"Mmm, Fang," I softly groaned out. He smiled against my skin. He pulled away, both of us blushing madly.
"Dinner!" shouted his mom. We got up and walked down stairs. We ate dinner. His mom made chicken alfredo pasta, with garlic bread. It was delicious. Best part was when Fang reached under the table and grabbed my hand. I blushed slightly and smiled at him. After dinner, I told Fang's family goodbye and hugged Angel and Gazzy. Fang walked me home, for only like fifty seconds. We stopped in the porch, and I slid my hands up his shoulders.
He gripped my waist and slowly leaned in. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. It was amazing like the first one. We pulled away and grinned at each other.
"That was…" he whispered.
"Amazing?" I whispered back. He smiled and nodded.
"Does this mean we're a thing now?" he asked, hopefully.
"Yes," I said and gave him a peck in his cheek. He hugged me really tightly.
"Good night," he whispered in my ear.
"'Night," I said back. He pulled away and walked to his house. I opened the door and found mom grinning.
"You saw?" I asked. She nodded. I groaned.
"My Max has a boyfriend!" she said and hugged me. I hugged her back.
"Just be careful honey," she murmured in my hair.
"Of course mom," I said. We pulled away.
"Goodnight sweetie," she said and headed to her room.
"Night mom," I responded.
"Goodnight honey!" she called to Iggy.
"Night mom!" he responded. He's in the living room couch, playing video games.
"Curfew's at ten!" she called.
"Ok!" he called back. He looked at me and paused his game.
"Maxie-poo has a boyfriend!" he cooed. I walked past where he was sitting and pushed his head back. Making him groan and fall back. I ran up the stairs.
"Max and Fang, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-" he was cut off by me throwing a shoe at his head and closing my door. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down it. I bit my bottom lip, still savoring Fang's lips. I loved the way he touched me, his mouth moving in sync with mine, our bodies pressed against each other's. And the feelings he makes me feel. My heart racing, my legs feeling like jelly, my mind thinking about him all the time, and other emotions that are something I've never experienced before.
One thought came to me; I'm in love with Fang Walker.