Hey, readers! How nice to see you again! Sorry I didn't update sooner, but I have been playing around with my new Tumblr. Page! I am so excited and if you want to follow me my pen-name is: squishie-weekend. My page is "Peeta to the Maximum" and that's me! Please add me!
Ok, now I have something serious to explain. The original song that is included in the (it's called "Get Over It") is NOT by me. It is by a friend of mine, who wrote it herself! I am so proud for her and honoured to be putting it in this story! So dedications to her for this chapter! Thanks again, Dengel!
So, if anyone has any original songs they would like to see in the story, just PM and let me know!
Well, there isn't much else to say... Bye!
MaxPOV
When I heard the doorbell ring downstairs after lunch that day, I truthfully didn't think much of it. All day I had spent in my room with nothing but a guitar and paper. I was almost finished the piece and I was really happy with it.
I hadn't cried all day, and I felt accomplished. My face still had tear stains and snot, though. My mind was busy and I didn't think of Fang much. When I did, it was referred to in the music.
I looked down at the page. Scribbles of notes were all that covered it but I understood it. I was done. I sighed.
I picked up the guitar, ready to run through it.
FangPOV
I arrived at Max's house out of breathe and worn out. My hair stuck to my head and face flushed, but I was determined.
I pressed the bell several times, frantic to see Max. I jittered on the porch, thinking and waiting.
It seemed a thousand years before Ms Martinez answered the door.
"Fang? What are you doing out of school? Is everything alright?" she asked.
I nodded, "Yes, Miss Martinez, I've come to see Max. Is she home?"
She sighed, opening the door wider so I could fit, "It's about time! She's been locked up in her room since Staurday!"
I felt guilty. It would have been a lot of stress for Valencia. She just pat my shoulder, encouraging me through the house.
I was suddenly nervous. What if she doesn't want me back? Maybe she does prefer Zack to me. Has she has gotten over me, over us. My breathes got heavier. My hands sweaty. Then I heard her voice.
"You tell me that I'm useless
Pathetic and a waste of space
I take it and try to ignore you
Wishing you'd get out of my face
I know it's not healthy
Obsessing over your opinions
So starting today,
Your nasty glares
Your hateful words
Your cruel actions
They don't get to me now
You used to have me
Under your control
Self-conscious and insecure
Well I'm done
Cry me a river, build yourself a bridge and
Get over it
I've said my share of bad things
I know that I've sinned
You think that you're so perfect
Funny how you still play pretend
You see that you're losing me
Your words seem to have no effect
And that's because,
Your nasty glares
Your hateful words
Your cruel actions
They don't get to me now
You used to have me
Under your control
Self-conscious and insecure
Well I'm done
Cry me a river, build yourself a bridge and
Get over it
I look at you and all I see is mean
I know it can be hard sometimes
You'll never admit you're losing
You still foolishly plot my demise
Your ignorance is my bliss
Giving me entertainment in the darkest of times
And you know that,
Your nasty glares
Your hateful words
Your cruel actions
They don't get to me now
You used to have me
Under your control
Self-conscious and insecure
Well I'm done
Cry me a river, build yourself a bridge and
Get over it
You can be the villain
But I won't be the damsel in distress
I'm a fearless warrior
Not some chick hiking up her dress
No knight in shining armor
No fairy tale crap for me
That's the way I want it because
Your nasty glares
Your hateful words
Your cruel actions
They don't get to me now
You used to have me
Under your control
Self-conscious and insecure
Well I'm done
Cry me a river, build yourself a bridge and
Get over it
You used to have me
Under your control
Self-conscious and insecure
Well I'm done
Cry me a river, build yourself a bridge and
Get over it
I'm done, so just get over it
Yeah, yeah
Get over it,"
I heard her sigh. I was standing outside her bedroom door. I saw her room, which was messy. Clothes over the floor, tissues everywhere and stationary scattered around. I smelt a bad odour coming from it's direction.
As I clear my throat, I notice her back straighten.
I enter the room, her back still to the door.
"Who is that song about?" I ask her back.
There was a pause that hung in the air for a while before she replied. "Myself. I need to a lot more then self motivation to get over you, Fang,"
Pain. That's what was in her voice. Something that was in my heart.
I sat down on her bed next to her now. She looked at the ground, avoiding me. Her hair was a nest. Her face was unwashed. Dried snot and tears crusted her face. She still looked beautiful to me.
I reached for her face, but she flinched away from me. "You hate me," she stated.
My eyes widened, "of course not! I was... wrong. I-i thought that you... and Zack... you know..." She looked at me, confused. "You know..."
As she realized, her face scrunched up, "Ew! Fang, I can't... believe that you thought that! Oh, my God! I'm not even 15 yet and you... Oh, my God!" She rested her head in her hands, elbows on her knees.
I rubbed circles on her back, "I... just thought. I'm sorry," I said. This was harder then I thought...
Max seemed to relax, breathing evening out and body no-longer tense. I sighed.
"Do you think we'll ever be the same? I mean, I love you. I love you, Max, with all my heart, and more, if possible! You are the only girl I have cared about in this way, Max. I really see myself spending... the rest of my life with you." It felt good to get it out, but I can't believe I just said that.
Max didn't respond. She was in the same position, she hadn't moved. "Max?" Nothing.
I touch her shoulder, crouching lower to her face to look at her face. Her eyes were closed. Mouth open. Her soft snores confirmed that she was asleep. I grinned.
Trust Max to fall asleep when I said that! I think. I sighed. I scooped her up, bridal style, and carried her the short distance around her bed. I wrapped her in her sheets until she looked both warm and comfortable. I smiled at her.
I didn't watch her sleep. I went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with Ms Martinez. She told me about Max, how she was doing. She was glad I was back. Her smile was warming and I couldn't help but return it every time.
She offered me freshly baked cookies and hot cocoa and I couldn't refuse.