Fang concentrated as his fingers strummed the guitar. After about four minutes, he played the last note. I clapped for him.
"It wasn't that good." Fang told me.
"Yeah it was." I argued. "You sound like a professional!" Fang shrugged and set his guitar back in the case, when the phone rang. I picked it up, only to hear my mom's voice.
"Max? I'm running a little late at the office. Can you start dinner for me? Just don't cook it."
"Yeah mom. Love you." I hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen to start dinner. Fang was shuffling through our DVDs.
"You wanna watch something later?" I asked him and he shrugged. He kept looking through all of our movies until I was done with dinner. We sat back down on the couch. It was silent, but it wasn't awkward; it was actually kind of comfortable. I had to break it though.
"What's it like, to have two younger siblings? Do you get completely ignored by your parents?" I thought out loud. I pulled my knees up to my chest and crossed my arms over them. Fang looked up at me with faint surprise.
"It kinda feels like that because the younger kids need more care than you do. But then you realize that your parents still love you just as much. Why do you need to know though? You only have one sibling."
"I'm gonna have another one in a little bit. My mom's pregnant again; I just wanted to know what it was like." I explained.
"Well if you ever feel neglected," Fang said, "you can always come to me and talk about anything you need to."
"Okay."
My mom walked into the house a few minutes later and saw the meatloaf on the counter, waiting for her to cook it. She looked over at me.
"Thanks Max." Then she looked at Fang. "It's nice to see you again Fang. How are you?"
"It's nice to see you too." He said. "And I'm good, thank you." My mom smiled and placed the meatloaf in the oven.
"Dinner's going to be ready in about forty minutes." She informed us. Then she left the room, leaving us to talk again.
"I have one more question." I told Fang.
"Ask away."
"You don't have your license yet?" I asked.
"How much older are you than me?" He answered my question with a question. Ugh.
"Four months."
"And how long ago did you get your license?"
"Two months ago." I told him.
"So there you go. I'm getting my license in about two months."
"You couldn't have just told me that in the first place?" I asked, annoyed. He just shrugged. Again, with the no talking. I rolled my eyes at him and he smiled – something that he hadn't been doing a lot of these days.
"It's nice to see that your friendship is still in tact after all these years." My dad said.
"Yeah. It is." I looked over at Fang, who nodded.
"For most people, they wouldn't be friends after that long period of time." My dad continued.
"Were not most people though, are we?" Fang asked him.
"True." My dad agreed. We talked about hobbies we were interested in, sports, classes in school. By the time we had to clean up, it was almost nine.
"Are we still gonna watch a movie?" I asked Fang. "It's getting kind of late."
"We can still watch a movie. It's not too late." I nodded my head and we walked into the den. My mom and dad went to bed since they had to get up early for work. I flopped on to the couch, stretching out over the entire length of it.
"Pick whatever you want." I told Fang. He nodded slowly and then smirked at me. "What?" I asked.
"Nightmare on Elm Street." He said.
"Fine." I sighed. "Put it in." Fang set the DVD into the player and flipped the TV to the right channel. When he walked over to me, he stared at my feet.
"Can't I sit?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Uh-uh."
"Fine." He grabbed my ankles and moved them so he could sit down. My feet fell into his lap. He smirked at me.
"I win." He claimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He picked up the remote and hit play.
I won't lie to you. The movie was pretty scary. And the graphics were actually pretty real . . . and gory. During one part, both Fang and I were leaning toward the TV. Now, we both knew that something was about to pop out, due to the suspenseful music, but our eyes were glued to the TV anyway.
The kids' dreams were connected and Freddy Krueger was chasing them, killing them. There was only one kid left and she was hiding behind a column. She took a few deep breaths and peered to one side of the column, seeing that it was clear. Then she glanced to the other side. When she double checked the first side, he was there. He raised his clawed hand and as he brought it down, I looked away. I saw Fang jump and started laughing.
"What?" He asked.
"You . . . y-you . . . you –" I couldn't finish my sentence I was laughing so hard. Fang leaned over and grabbed my face with both of his hands, probably causing me to look more squished than mashed potatoes. My breathing hitched as he stared straight into my eyes. You wanna know what he did?
"Stop laughing." He instructed. I swallowed my giggle and pressed my lips together to try to keep from smiling. "What's so funny?" He asked. I took a deep breath before answering.
"The tough, emotionless Fang is scared." I snorted again and Fang rolled his eyes, releasing my face. I pushed his shoulder playfully. Fang and I must have been really tired because by the time the movie was over, we had fallen asleep and were leaning against each other.
At some point in the night, my mom came into the den and asked us to get up so she could like, unfold the couch or something like that. I was half asleep and could see the outline of two pillows being thrown down and a blanket being stretched over the "bed". Fang and I plopped on to it and fell back asleep. We were too tired to care about anything besides rest.
I sat up and stretched. Then I noticed a small piece of paper on my lap. I carefully unfolded it and read the note from my mom. I could barely comprehend what it said, but it was something about how I had to make breakfast for me and Fang.
My eyes slid over to his face and I panicked. He wasn't supposed to stay over. I shook his shoulder.
"Fang. Wake up." He opened his eyes and I saw a mixture of emotions before they fell flat. He noticed the daylight shining through the windows and sat up, fully awake and alert.
"I spent the night? How did that happen?" He started shuffling around for his phone.
"On the coffee table." I sighed. He grabbed it and I walked over to the pantry to see would I could make without burning down the house.
"Hey mom." I heard Fang say. I found a pancake mix and took it down from the shelf, along with some vegetable oil. "Yeah. I know. I'm sorry; I wasn't planning to stay the night. We're okay though, we're safe." I grabbed the measuring cups and egg cartons and set them on the island with everything else. "Are you okay though?" He asked her. "Alright. I love you. Bye."
Fang sighed and pulled the covers off of himself. He swung his legs over the edge and swept his hand through his shaggy hair.
"Why wouldn't your mom be okay?" I asked Fang. I grabbed a mixing bowl and I was walking toward the island when Fang answered me.
"My mom was just diagnosed with cancer."
My eyes drifted to the ceiling fan as I felt my hands drop to my sides, letting the glass bowl fall to the ground and shatter around my feet.
Ok so here's the deal. I've never actually seen Nightmare on Elm Street because i cannot stand scary movies. If i hear the sound of a scream, i start crying. i know, i'm a wimp but whatever. i just don't want a bunch of BS on any reviews. Thanks :D