CHAPTER 11
Oh my gosh, guys… I'm SO sorry. That took me forever. But in my defense, I've been pretty busy and my computer has been having some major problems. However, I'm trying to keep this intro short and just get on with the chapter. So… I'm sorry. There. For compensation, some of this chapter (not tellin' how much) is Fax. It's kind of a filler, but… I'll try my hardest to have a better, longer chapter out soon. Oh, and just so you all know, I'm a GIRL, although I rather enjoy writing Fang's POV. Someone asked that a couple chapters back, so… know you know I guess?
Anyway… Enjoy!
MAX POV
KILLFANGKILLFANGKILLFANG. That was the only thought in my mind. That boy will pay.
Stupid boy, not speaking in complete sentences, making fun of my name… even though I made fun of his… alright, brain, that is not the point.
Back to the story.
After my ominous words, I proceeded to chase Fang around the house holding an empty vase I'd grabbed off the living room coffee table. I didn't exactly know what I was going to do with it when I caught Fang (wouldn't want to get blood all over the carpet), but it seemed to scare him a bit, so I wasn't complaining.
"Max," he panted, "Don't you think this is a bit over-the-top?"
"Nope," I managed to say sweetly, even while running as fast as my legs could carry me.
"MAX! I'M HOME! GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE AND HELP ME EMPTY THE GROCERIES!" This charming bit of dialogue came from my lovely (cough) mother.
"OKAY MOM! Fang, you're helping too."
"Yes, ma'am."
Running out to my mom's car in the driveway, I grabbed all seven bags (TWO TRIPS ARE FOR PUSSIES), three on each of my arms and one around my neck. I'm a walking safety hazard.
"Need some help there?" Fang asked, grabbing a bag off each of my hands. I glared at him.
"I was having no trouble at all, thank you very much." I replied, grabbing the bags back. This prompted an eye roll from Fang, which rewarded him with a punch on the arm from yours truly. I could see him trying not to wince as he took a step away from me.
"That's right, Fangles, cower in fear," I cackled maniacally.
After walking inside and plopping the groceries on the kitchen counter, I turned to Fang. He looked at me expectantly, probably knowing I was about to pull something. He wasn't wrong… At the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Race ya!" and ran off to my room, Fang following behind slowly, chuckling softly, as I basically choked on my laughter.
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FANG POV
After Max's declaration of the end of my existence, I took off running.
"Max," I panted, noticing her pick up a lamp off her coffee table (oh shit), "Don't you think this is a bit much?"
"Nope," she chirped, breathing heavily.
"MAX! I'M HOME! GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE AND HELP ME EMPTY THE GROCERIES!" shouted who I assumed to be Dr.
"OKAY MOM! Fang, you're helping too." I groaned internally.
"Yes ma'am."
I followed a sprinting Max out to the driveway. Max then proceeded to grab every single bag out of the trunk, with one even strung around her neck. I swear, the girl was a walking safety hazard.
"Need some help there?" I asked, grabbing two of the bags out of her hands. She glared at me.
"I was having no trouble at all, thank you very much," she said, taking the bags bag. I rolled my eyes, then received a punch on the arm from Max. I tried not to wince, taking a large step away from her.
I guessed she noticed my struggle, because the next words to come out of her mouth were, "That's right, Fangles, cower in fear."
After putting the groceries down on the counter, Max turned to me. I could see the mischievous glint in her eye, and knew she was about to pull something.
I nearly jumped when, suddenly, she shouted, "Race ya!" and took off toward the stairs to go to her room. Chuckling, I walked as slowly as possible behind her, since I knew that would piss her off. She seemed to be having a pretty good time though, since she was laughing hysterically.
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Twenty minutes later, after chasing Max around the house (goooood times), we were both lying on her king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Hey Fang?"
"Yea?"
"In your humble opinion, what is the sexiest form of punctuation mark?" Max asked, staring at me with her deep brown eyes.
…What the hell did she just ask?
"Well?"
"The interrobang." (It exists! Sadly, nobody ever believes me that it's real.)
"That does NOT exist." She said skeptically.
"Look it up."
I watched smugly as she grabbed her laptop from the desk, opened Google, and typed in, "what the hell is an interrobang?"
"Nice wording," I said.
She smirked. "Why thank you. Alright, Wikipedia says… 'The interrobang, also known as the interabang, is a nonstandard punctuation mark used in various written languages and intended to combine the functions of the question mark and the exclamation mark or exclamation point.'" She looked at me. "I hate you."
I smirked. "You love me."
"Noooo I don't," She argued, lacking her usual defiance.
"Mmhmm, yep." I replied, sarcastically of course.
MAX POV
After about five minutes of debating the existence of Fang's so-called "interrobang," I decided to look it up. As I discovered that he was, in fact, not talking bullshit, I turned to him and said, "I hate you."
He smirked. "You love me."
"Noooo I don't," Maybe, I tacked on in my head.
"Mmhmm, yep," he replied sarcastically.
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Two hours later, Fang and I were arguing vehemently about the pronunciation of "Nutella", with some All Time Low song coming from my iPod sitting between us.
"How many times have I told you, Fang? It's new-tell-a."
"Um, no."
"Um, cha."
"Cha?"
"Cha." I repeated, getting a look from Fang. "Oh, don't look at me like that Fang. No judging."
"I'm judging."
"You better not be…"
"What if I am?"
"Then I KILL YOU." I suddenly pounced on his stomach, straddling him and pinning his wrists to the bed, all thoughts of our previous argument forgotten.
Then, out of nowhere, Fang flipped us over so that he was straddling me, and pinning my wrists to the bed. I had a sudden flash of déjà vu. We started leaning closer to each other when suddenly-
"HEY MAX GUESS WHAT! Whoa, what's going on in here? Fang?"
Of course she picked now to interrupt. Fang quickly got off me, sitting up on my bed, while I did the same. I looked at her, with my "serious face", as she likes to call it.
"Ever heard of this thing called knocking, Ells? It has saved many unfortunate souls from awkward situations. You know, a lot like this one."
"Sorry Max, but I felt like you needed to hear this. All Time Low released a new song!" (They actually did. It's awesome.)
"THEY DID WHAT? WHAT'S IT CALLED? TELL ME NOW OR BE BRUTALLY MURDERED!"
"'The Reckless and the Brave.'" With that, Ella left the room, knowing how obsessive I got over All Time Low. I bet she feared for Fang's safety. Smart girl.
"Come on, Fang, let's go listen!" I chirped, all previous awkwardness forgotten. I grabbed my laptop from its place on my pillow (where it stayed after the interrobang argument). I quickly typed in the song on YouTube, and sound began to stream from my computer.
So long live the reckless and the brave
I don't think I want to be saved
My song has not been sung
And long live the fast times, so come what may
I don't think I'll ever be saved
Our song has not been sung
Long live us
Wow, this song pretty much describes me. Long live me! Oh, and Fang of course. Teehee.
"IT'S AMAZING ISN'T IT FANG?" I screamed, practically jumping up and down.
"Um… sure, Max. Should I be worried?" he said warily.
"Absolutely!" I said with a grin.
FANG POV
I was actually getting a bit concerned for Max. I don't think people are supposed to be this obsessive over bands and songs. I mean, I liked All Time Low, but this was just freaking weird.
Don't tell her I said that. Even though you can't, since I'm not even talking to anyone, and… I've gone crazy. But don't tell Max about that either. She'll just rub it in my face.
Somewhere in the midst of my inner turmoil, Max had stopped freaking out and started singing. I pretended I was still off in my own world, so I could keep listening to her angelic voice. By the end of the song, I wasn't paying attention to anything else. Until Max once again snapped me out of la-la land by saying,
"You were listening to me sing that whole time, weren't you?"
"Uh… no?" It came out like a question.
She smiled shyly. "That's okay." She yawned. "I'm tired."
"Good for you," I responded with a smirk, earning a glare from Max. I looked at her digital clock, realizing that I'd been here a lot longer than I planned to. It was now eleven at night, which meant I should probably be getting home. But at the same time, I didn't want to go…
"I should probably go home now, Max. It's eleven."
"Don't goooo," she whined, sounding absolutely adorable.
"Fine, but only 'cause you're being whiny," I said, smirking.
"Oh, but you have to sleep on the floor," She added, grinning and laying down.
I glared at her. "Fine. But first…"
I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it at her. She squealed. Then, she noticed that I was shirtless.
"Fang…"
"Night, Max." I walked over and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her breathing hitched, and her cheeks flushed. I pretended not to noticed, stretching out on the floor next to her bed. Eventually, her breathing slowed, so I assumed she had fallen asleep.
As I was lying on her uncomfortable carpet floor, I thought about what I had done. Maybe it had been a mistake to kiss her forehead… oh well. Nothing I could do about it now. With that thought in mind, I drifted slowly into sleep.
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FANG POV
When I woke up in the morning, I felt a huge weight on top of me, and there was hair in my face. The weight felt suspiciously like a human… Max. That was Max's blonde-with-brown-highlights hair in my face. Oh, joy. What should I do now?
MAX POV
When I woke up, I wasn't on my bed. I must have fallen off it during the night… I do that sometimes. I was on top of something. It felt a bit like a human… Fang? I got up, looking down at him. He was looking up at me with his (admittedly handsome) obsidian eyes.
"Good sleep, Max? You were on top of me half the night."
"You know you liked it." I countered.
"Puh-lease."
"Don't be such a girl Fang."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Max."
"I want breakfast," I said, choosing to ignore him for now.
"Then go get some breakfast," Fang said snarkily.
I looked at him. "I don't think my mother would enjoy hearing that you were the one that let me burn her house down."
"Get a Pop-Tart or something, then."
"Ugh, fine. But you're having one too, since I have to make you suffer."
"Okay then," I replied, accompanying it with a roll of my eyes.
MAX POV
Upon opening the box of Pop-Tarts, I realized something:
There was only one Pop-Tart left.
Fang must've noticed that I was staring into the box, because he came over to see what I was staring at.
"Max?" he said questioningly. Then he realized what was happening. "Oh."
"It's mine!" we shouted in unison. Fang grabbed it, grinning, and ran. I laughed and charged
after him, grinning widely the whole time.
I love this.
Done! And once again, I'm SO sorry for the eight months it took me to write this. I hope the Fax and length made up for it… sort of. I'll try to get back on an updating schedule.
Question: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Anyway guys, please review, and I hope you enjoyed!
~Stolen Emotions~