Ohhhh...um... a friend pointed out to me and they were like "Hey does that mean Max was adopted?" And I'm like "wut?" and they said, "Yeah her dream." Ummm... Long story short that was supposed to be her dreaming from p.o.v. of Ella's child... Yeahh.
I couldn't help but be haunted by those words. Those three words that have kept me up at night. My heart has hurt to think about it and almost every night I've been close to tears... Ella couldn't have meant it... She doesn't hate me... Then again it's been a month. She's been gone. She doesn't talk to me at lunch. She doesn't even look at me in the few classes we have together. She hasn't spoken to me in a month. And Nudge hasn't either. The entire Detention Club has fallen to pieces. Iggy and Nudge stopped dating (That happened a couple weeks after Christmas. Can't say no one saw it coming.) because Nudge was stressed out with dealing with Ella's hormonal pregger mood swings. Dylan, of course, hasn't been counted as part of the group for a while now. Angel and Gazzy are arguing due to their parents getting a divorce. They blame one another.
Despite all that, Fang and I were able to meet up that weekend. He came over to my house. As he rung the doorbell I felt my own legs carry me to the door, but wasn't aware of it. I was too focused on the Ella situation. I could see through the haze as I opened the door and Fang gave me a quick peck 'hello'. I was still dazed and continued to think about it. Partially aware of his presence.
"Max... Max? Hello?" He said.
"Wha-Wha-?... Sorry..." I muttered.
"Whats wrong?" He asked as we sat on the couch.
"I'm just thinking about what Ella said..." I mumbled.
"Oh yeah... The whole 'I-hate-you' bit." He realized he had said too much when I winced, "She totally didn't mean it."
"Nice save..." I responded, shoving him.
"It is what I'm best at."
I leaned over and turned on the t.v. scrolling through channels.
"16 and Pregnant" was on. Good timing. Not.
"Starting to Show" Some t.v. show about what to do when you start to see a baby bump... Ella's going to hate hers. I felt a bit of satisfaction from that, then immediate guilt. I finally turned on Disney Channel out of pure spite. Everything I had seen had been something to do with babies. Besides this show was called "Life with Derek" and it's Disney. No babies there. (A/N: My sister and I were talking about the show as I wrote this and I remembered a certain episode...)
"Um... Your mom and I have something to tell you..." Said a male on the show. I was guessing he was the father.
"We ran over the dog." I shouted from where my head rested on Fang's lap. I had my legs stretched out across the couch as he sat there.
"We returned the Disney tickets." Fang joined.
"We bought a trip to Hawaii for just the two of us with that money." I laughed.
"I'm pregnant!" I heard a woman's voice.
"Dammmnn ittt..." I sighed, exasperatedly. I rolled off Fang's lap and onto the ground, narrowly missing the coffee table. I lied face first on the ground as I turned off the t.v.
Fang scooted off the couch to where he was sitting next to my head. He began to stroke my hair soothingly.
"I'm sorry you didn't guess right.." He joked.
"Why is everything about pregnancy?" I asked, ignoring his joke.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Everything mentions pregnancy. Its annoying. I mean who would want to be pregnant?" I stated, rhetorically. I slammed my head into the ground rhythmically.
"You, I would hope?" Fang questioned.
"Well, yeah... I mean some day... Maybe..." I would raise Ella's baby though, if she doesn't. No doubt about it.
I heard Fang stand up, then my front door open, and then close.
I looked up and I was alone. He just... Left me. What the hell?... I felt tears spring to my eyes, the house felt extra eerie today. As I heard the air condition start, blowing a door shut, I jumped. I had pulled myself into a little ball and had pushed myself against the couch's leg. Was Fang mad at me for saying I didn't want kids?... I saw something in the corner of my eyes move and I shrieked. Total came running to me and I sighed relief. I picked up his leash and took my keys and phone, locking the door behind me. I couldn't be in there alone. I walked down my street, my hands shaking from fear.
"Oh, hey, Max..." I heard.
"S-Sam?" My teeth chattered. I had to have jumped at least five feet.
"Nice dog."
"You've seen Total." I took a minute to recap, "Wait-What the hell? You don't live in this neighborhood."
"I'm visiting a friend."
"Oh.. Sure, a 'friend'." I said, putting hand quotation marks around the word friend.
"Yeah, a friend... I'm still not over you..." He said.
"Tell that to the cheerleader with a hicky." I spun around on my heel and began to walk away from him.
"Max, please." He said, touching my shoulder lightly.
"Why are you chasing something that's hiding from you?" I finally said, turning back around and glowering at him.
"B-Because sometimes the hidden just want to be found."
"Sorry to break it to you, but this isn't hide and seek. It's seeming to be more like sardines. One person found me, and now there's still another searching. Please just call 'uncle'." I shouted.
"I don't give up easily. I'm persistent."
"More like obnoxious." I murmured as I left, stalking off.
When I got back to my house Fang was sitting outside my door.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I said.
"I could ask you the same thing!" He responded
"What do you mean?" We both said at once.
"You up and left! I don't understand!" I said, shakily.
"I went and bought you some stuff. I didn't think I needed to say good bye, I was gone for two minutes. It's like saying goodbye to use the restroom. Now, why'd you leave and why were you talking to Sam?"
"How'd you-?"
"When I was driving past I saw you two talking." He interrupted.
"Well, my house is pretty damn creepy so I went for a walk. Sam was over at someone's house and made a point to talk to me." I didn't want to be rude but I wanted to know what Fang bought me. So I rocked back and forth on my toes to where I could see it, when I finally got to my very tiptoes, I started to see it then Fang moved his arms. He chuckled, as he noticed what I was doing, and when I finally tipped over from rocking. I fell straight into his arms. He place the object on my head.
"Wha-What even?" I laughed, "You're weird bro... You're really weird."
I opened the bag to reveal a pint of ice cream.
"Yay!" I laughed more. I reached into the bag and pulled out two spoons.
"This bag is magical." I said, through a bite of brownie ice cream.
"And I'm the weird one?" He chuckled.
Everything felt right. I had the best boyfriend... Then it struck me. I.. Had... The... Best... Boyfriend... Oh my God.
"So you and Dylan...?" She didn't look me in the eyes... She didn't answer... That was it. Dylan broke up with her after he found out? No he wouldn't have... It's not Dylan's? No, no, that can't be it...
"Fangy wangy?" I said in my cutest voice.
"What the hell did you just call me?" He almost cried laughing.
"Would you take my to Dylan's. I need to ask him something..." I muttered, slightly.
"Sure," He was still laughing about 'Fangy wangy'.
"Dylan?" I called, knocking on his front door.
"Max! What are you doing back?" He said.
"Back from what?" I laughed, confused.
"Washington... With your parents..."
"I never was at Washington with my parents." I responded.
"That was why I had to visit Ella at Nudge's." It clicked in my mind that that must have been easier to explain to Dylan then her sister had told her not to come back... Sadly...
"Don't worry about it."
"Um... Alright..." He said, "So what can I help you with?"
"I need to know how you reacted to Ella's news." I said.
"What news?" He asked.
"Don't be so dense, Dylan. The newest news you've gotten that was important."
"What news was that?"
"My Lord, Dylan. That she's pregnant." I sighed.
"She's... WHAT?!" He yelled. I just stood there and stared. My stomach suddenly sunk in my stomach and I felt like a child who had done something wrong.
"Please don't tell her I told you!" I practically screamed.
"Well that's going to be hard to do." Dylan opened the door a little wider and I could see Ella standing on the stair case, her mouth agape.