CHAPTER SEVEN
So apparently you guys are even awesomer than I thought. Bravo, my minions. There shall be Fax, as promised.
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It has come to my attention that my story has become a bit of a cliché. I'll try to make it less predictable and change it into something that hasn't been done so many times.
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MAX POV
"I'll show you you're pretty, Max. Just you wait."
What was that supposed to mean?
Oh well, Nudge was already busy calling JJ and Ella. Sigh. In the spur of the moment, I'd forgotten how torturous their makeovers can be. Oh well, maybe this one would actually make look nice enough for Fang. I sat down in the chair of torture, not really caring what they did to me. I fell asleep after about five minutes.
When I woke up probably an hour or two later, Nudge, Ella, and JJ were standing over me. JJ was screaming, "Max! Wake up! Cookies!"
I was immediately wide awake. "Cookies? Where?"
They all smiled evilly(is that a word?). "Uh uh uh Max, you can't have the cookies Mom made until you look in the mirror," said Ella. I groaned.
"Fine. I'm doing this for the cookies though, not you," I said, pouting. I walked warily to the mirror and checked my appearance.
Wow. Just wow.
I was wearing dark gray skinny jeans and a black spaghetti strap tank top with flowing ruffles down the middle. I also had a dangly bracelet with an intricate pattern on it and a small fake jewel in the middle. I was wearing dangly black earrings and black flats. On my face I had silver eyeshadow, bright red lipstick, a bit of blush, and dark mascara and eyeliner to make my eyes pop.
I looked fabulous, if I do say so myself. This has definitely boosted my self-esteem levels.
Would Fang think I looked pretty too?
After Ella, JJ, and Nudge were done calling Fang to get him to come over, I was preparing to meet my demise.
"But what if he doesn't like it?" I asked.
"He will." JJ replied.
"But what if he doesn't?
"Like I said Max, he will."
"But there's no guarantee!"
"Yes there is, Max. The queens of fashion and makeup gave you a makeover. Of course he's going to like it. You look awesome."
"But-"
"MAX!"
"Ugh, fine. You are no fun to mess with."
This got a smile from JJ. I could see Nudge and Ella smiling too, looking down at the ground from their seats at the kitchen table. Eavesdroppers. At that instant, the doorbell rang. I groaned and went to get it. When Fang saw me, his eyes widened.
"Fang, come in," I said, much more politely than I normally would have. We walked into the living room and sat on the couch, with JJ, Ella, and Nudge following. At first, there was just awkward silence, but then JJ broke it, saying, "Well, I guess we'll just leave you two in peace." She wiggled her eyebrows.
I glared. They all left, except for Fang.
"Max, you look beautiful," he said to me. My breath caught.
"Do I really?"
"Yea," he murmured, "definitely."
"Is that sarcastic?" I asked irritably. It felt like he didn't mean it, even though I had the nagging feeling that, really, he did.
"No, no, definitely not," he stammered.
"Oh," I said quietly. "Thanks."
"Really though, Max. You look good with or without makeup and good clothes."
"Wow, thirteen words? I'm impressed. But really, thanks. That means a lot to me."
"Max, can I tell you something?"
"Shoot."
"I feel like I've known you forever." I think my heart just stopped.
"Yea, me too," I said. "Um, Fang, this is going to sound really weird, but I barely know anything about you. So can you tell me some stuff about yourself?"
"Sure," he replied.
And so began our very lengthily conversation.
By 7:00 that night, I had learned just about everything about Fang. He lived with just his dad, who looked a lot like him, and had no siblings. His favorite color was black (duh), his favorite sport was soccer (again, duh), his hair was actually naturally black (so were his eyes), and his favorite bands were All Time Low, Bullet For My Valentine, Hollywood Undead, and Black Veil Brides. That wasn't even a tenth of everything he told me, but I don't want to bore my own mind with the details of everything he said. It's not like I need to repeat it, I have a feeling I'll always remember it.
He knew everything about me, too. And I doubt I'll forget any of my OWN life, so I won't repeat it. Sorry to whoever's reading my mind right now and wanted to know every single detail of what I told him.
Stalker.
As soon as we were both done talking about ourselves, there was a heavy silence.
"I guess I'll be the one to break the silence then," he said playfully.
He could always tickle me, although I was sure that would end up being awkward.
And then, he began tickling me.
I swear that boy can read my mind.
Maybe you're soulmates.
Voices can really mess up your life, can't they? I was too busy giggling madly to mentally reply to the "figment of my imagination." Pfft. That's bull shit. No voice of mine could be this irksome and annoying.
As I was doubling over from hysterical laughter, Fang was doubling over on top of me. We were now in a rather awkward position, with Fang on top of me, straddling my hips, while I was underneath him on my back. We both stopped laughing and our smiles faded. As I was looking into his eyes, I noticed that he had silver flecks in his obsidian eyes, as well as gold. He leaned downwards towards me. My eyes were entirely focused on his lips. I leaned closer as well. Our lips met.
If you've never kissed someone like Fang, I honestly can't tell you what it feels like. Our lips were perfectly in synch, working in time with each other in a fiery exchange of passion. (I'm so sorry, that was possibly the most awkward and corny sentence I've ever written. I apologize, for it had to be said.)
In short, it was pure heaven.
People should really do this more often.
Sorry for the short-ish chapter, but that's the price you pay for Fax. Was it worth it? Probably not, but that's just what I would be thinking.
Summer vacation (for me) begins Thursday the 22nd. Start counting down the days, my wonderful minions.
Question: I'm thinking about starting a new story soon, so I'll have something to do when I finish this one. What do you guys think it should be about/called? I don't want to do something that's been done a lot. Any ideas?
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