Hi!
I am so completely, terribly sorry for not updating in forever! It has been a month? However long, far too long.
But once again, I am sick. And I hate it with a passion! Ugh, it annoys me so bad!
But, continuing, here is my next chapter!
Chapter 27 – The Mall Trip and Mac N' Cheese
(Fang's POV)
I watched as Angel tilted her head, shadowing the iPod in her hands. Her tongue was sticking out, and she would yell "Oh no!" or "Faster, faster!" every once in awhile. I knew she was playing Temple Run.
It was her new 'addiction'. She loved that game so much, she even made a shirt. You heard me right, a dang shirt. My mom bought her a white T, and Angel wrote all over it. Let's just say it's not so white anymore. She was sitting on the couch next to my dad, while I was eating at the table.
I chewed on my bacon, thinking what Max was doing right now. I checked the clock, almost 11 a.m. Yep, she's probably still asleep.
I finished my hearty breakfast and walked into the living room. I sat at the other end of the couch, "NO! I died again, and it was my high score!" I chuckled at my little sister, her face in a pout as she glared at her iPod screen.
"Fang, Fang!" I got up and followed the echoes of my name upstairs. "Gazzy?" he opened his door and checked the hallway to make sure it was just me. Sometimes he makes me laugh.
He motioned me to go in and he shut the door. I sat on his bed and watched as he went to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a crumbled note. My eyebrows rose as he came to me, placing the paper in my hands.
"What's this?" I questioned, opening the note. "I found it in my locker yesterday." The writing looked feminine, the letters curly and finely printed. At the bottom it said, "With lots of love, your Sweetheart" then a lip mark. Gazzy was blushing so much; I thought he was going to pop.
"Well, do you know who it's from?" He shook his head, and I looked down to read the letter.
To Gazzy,
I hope by writing this letter, I will finally have the nerve to talk to you in person. I really really like you, but I'm scared to tell you. I hope you understand how I feel, and that you feel the same way. Hopefully you will find out who I am, soon. And if you do, I have the key (hope you understand what that means).
With lots of love, Your Sweetheart
I read it over again, and again, then looked at Gazzy. His face looked red, happy, and shy, he looked at me. "Well, what do I do Fang?" he asked. I looked at my little brother, not knowing what to say. Just wing it.
"Well, um… you first have to know who it's from. Any ideas?" My eyes flickered to him, and he shrugged. "I hope it's Kayla, but she's never talked to me. And I don't really talk too many other girls. So, I really have no clue." I thought for a second. "Well, do you know anyone who as a key?" I referred to that part in the letter.
Again he shrugged his shoulders, "No idea." I gave him the letter, "Then that's the first thing you need to find out. The person who wrote this, then we'll go from there. Sound good?" he nodded, and I smiled. "But how am I going to find out?" I snorted and placed an arm around his shoulders.
"Please Gaz, you can plant a bomb in the White House without anyone finding out if you wanted to. And now you're scared about spying on a girl? Just go easy, try and see if that's her handwriting." He sighed and then hugged me around the waist. "Thanks Fang, I'm really glad you're my brother." I smiled down at his blond head and hugged him back, feeling all lovey dovey.
Then I felt my phone buzz from my back pocket. Gazzy pulled away and smiled, "Max." I blushed slightly and ruffled his hair, standing up. I walked out his room and into mine, flopping onto my unmade bed.
Hey, it's the first Saturday of break; I can by lazy if I want to. And sure enough, the text was from Max.
Max: r u busy right now?
Me: no, y
Max: wanna go to the mall?
Me: no
Max: please! Ella n Nudge r taking me shopping :(
Me: sorry, me and shopping not a good combo
Max: jerk
Me: but u love me
I smirked waiting for her response. What would she say?
She was taking long to reply.
Max: I hate you
Me: stop lying
Max: u better b ready in 2 min.
Smirking at her reply, I closed my phone and turned over facing my ceiling. What would I do without Max?
Downstairs I could hear Angel yelling and my dad speaking. Followed by footsteps up the stairs and stopping outside my door. "Fangy, you have a visitor." Angel's voice was right behind my door, and then it burst open. There standing was none other then Max.
I sat up quickly, as she marched in, Angel giggling behind her. "Max? What are you doing here?" Her face was angry and she stood by my bed, shooting daggers at me. "I told you to be ready in two minutes." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "And what are you going to do about it?" I asked smugly.
She grinned down at me. "Well let's just say, certain picture with you in a pink shirt, plus Facebook, equals embarrassing Mr. Harding to all of high school." My face fell, knowing it was the picture we took at the carnival last month.
She was tapping her foot, and had her hands at her hips. "Jerk." I softly mumbled. She laughed, "But you love me." Ugh, I hate when she did that, used my words against me.
"Ok fine, I'll be down in a couple minutes." She smiled triumphantly and walked closer to me, our bodies touching. Her milky brown eyes were bright and playful, her lips a soft pink. She curled her arms over my neck and ran a hand through my hair.
"Hmm, you need a haircut." Her breath tickled my neck, and I watched her eyes as they looked through mine. A smile played on her lips as her arms started falling to her sides. "Well, get dressed Fang, we're leaving in like ten minutes." I caught her right hand and held her there, leaning closer.
"I hate you." I whispered playfully, then I kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled again and then walked out, leaving me to change. I really didn't want to go to the mall, especially with Nudge and Ella.
Let's just pray for the best.
(Max's POV)
Ella's mom had dropped us off at the entrance of the mall, and I was staring at the hellhole's revolving doors. Ella and Nudge were rambling about the season's new "it" clothes, and I was cringing. And we weren't even in the dang mall yet!
Fang opened the door for us and we walked in, facing a very crowded mob of people. I stood close to Fang who placed a comforting hand on the small of my back. "Ok so, I say Hollister first, I hear they have a killer sale. Next Aldo, all shoes are half off! ZOMG, their shoes are so cute! You know what else is cute? Kittens! I want one now, omg, we have to go to the puppy store!"
Nudge kept rambling on and on and on, nothing new. We followed the two fashionista's into Hollister. Not my favorite store ever, but it'll do. I looked around, not really finding anything that I liked. That shirt was too see-through; those shorts were like underwear, that jacket was cute.
I found a crème colored hoodie, got my size and paid. I found Fang and we both went looking for the other two. "Max, you have to try this top, it would show off your curves!" I stared at Ella, who had a smile and was showing me some tight looking shirt. "No, I already bought something. So let's go home now." Nudge snatched the bag from my hands and pulled out my hoodie.
She looked back in the bag, then gave me a frown. "And the other clothes? Do you have another bag?" I rolled my eyes, "No, this is all I'm getting." My two friends exchanged looks, and then they dragged me to a dressing room. They threw clothes at me, making me try them on.
After an hour at Hollister, we came out with like 15 bags. Each. After what felt like years of shifting through different stores, we finally came to lunch. I collapsed onto a chair, and let out a dramatic huff. Fang sat next to me and chuckled, also setting down bags.
"Maxie please, it's barely been two hours. That's nothing, you need to suck it up. You don't get tired running from the track team, but you're exhausted after two hours of shopping." I glared at Ella,
"Well maybe cause I like track. And don't even compare shopping to running, they are completely different." She rolled her eyes and set her thousands of bags next to mine. I looked around the food court and spotted McDonald's.
I licked my lips and looked at Fang. He followed my gaze, and got up. "No onions right?" he asked, I nodded my head, smiling. He knew me too well. I watched as he got in the long line. "Well, we're going to get yogurt." Ella and Nudge got up. "You'll be okay Max?" I chuckled, "Yes, unless these thousands of bags try to eat me. I think I'll be okay."
I smiled innocently and they stalked off, leaving me to watch the bags. I looked to my right, a mom and her three kids were eating Chinese food, another baby girl in the stroller next her. I smiled and then thought of Maddie.
I looked past them and see a group of teenage guys watching me. There were 4 of them, they looked like my age and were smiling. Gross much?
The one in front was smiling at me; he had light brown hair, looking kinda like a Justin Bieber style. I looked away disgusted, so instead I watch a little girl skipping around with a balloon. She is skipping in front of her parents, giggling while holding her pink dog-shaped balloon. I heard a tray hit my table, and I smiled looking up.
But I see the wanna-be Justin Bieber kid smiling down at me. My smile fades as he sits in Fang's seat, his dweeb friends also sitting. "So, what's a pretty girl like you sitting all by herself?" He casually leans closer, looking me up and down. I could feel my blood boiling, but I keep myself together.
My eyes flicker to Fang, who is now ordering the food. I put on a fake smile, "Is that your best at flirting? Cause it's kinda pathetic." He flashes a smile, "I can try harder if you want." He replies, leaning in even closer. What do I do?
His friends aren't even watching, they're all eating. Probably used to this, since I'm sure this is what the idiot does every time. I can hear his chair squeak, the two back legs are off the ground. Then an idea hits me.
I smile playfully, "Give me your best." I whisper. He starts closing his eyes and leans closer; I could feel his breath on my face. And boy does he need a mint!
Right before our lips meet, I push the other legs of the chair from under him, and he goes sprawling to the floor. His friends stand in surprise, and the jerk meets his new BFF, the floor. The noise is so loud, everyone stops talking and looks in our direction. I casually lean in my chair and cross my legs, smiling innocently.
I look down at the teen, "Need a hand there?" I ask, but instead he gets up, looks around, dusts his shirt off and goes off speed walking. His idiot minions following like lost puppy dogs. I smile as I watch, very pleased with my work.
"I know right! And then Abby was all like heck to the no! Then I was like oh girl! And they were yelling at each other. It was a huge cat fight!" I turn around and see my two friends sit with their yogurts. Nudge continues her dramatic story.
Another tray lands in front of me, and I see Fang. "Here you go, two Big Mac's with no onion, and medium fries." He hands me my food and I dig in. I get two disaproving looks from Ella and Nudge. "Do you know how many calories are in that?" I stare at her dumbfounded, "Um, just the right amount?" It comes out more like a question. They both roll their eyes and I hear something about "Going to a gym" and "Zumba" What the heck is zumba?
Once we finish lunch, I tell them about my 'story'. The two girls laugh, but Fang looked concerned.
He's too over-protective, not that I'm complaining. And we continue on our shopping spree. After spending years in Forever 21 (where they made me buy a freaking dress!) we were finally done.
Let's just say, I'd rather run a marathon instead of shopping. And Nudge and Ella? They didn't even break a sweat. They spent like a whole 20 minutes, deciding whether what color bra looks better on their skin complexion. I could have ripped their hair out.
We waited for my mom outside on a little bench. Fang and I both dead tired. When my mom picked us up, she was proud that I survived. She better be, because that was the last time I was EVER doing that again. When we dropped off everyone, I complained to mom that shopping was the worst invention ever. And what did she do?
She just laughed at me, the nerve of her! I trudged up to my room and dumped the bags next to my bed, not sure if the new clothes would fit in my closet.
I really hate shopping.
(Day before Thanksgiving)
I was still asleep when I felt a massive weight on my bed. The mattress sunk and sprung back up, jolting me awake. It better not be Iggy…
I lifted my head and saw a furry head placed on my back. Akila.
I sighed and turned, facing my pregnant dog. Her big cow eyes looked at me, pleading me not to move her. I crawled to the side, and she flopped onto her side, stretching, knowing she won. Her belly was starting to get bigger, you could tell.
But she was extremely lazy; all she did was sleep all day long. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock, almost 8:30, way too early. I shuffled to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, still half asleep. I came out and glared at the fat dog sleeping on my bed. Walking past her and downstairs, I found no one.
I knew Iggy was with Marilyn, somewhere, but where were my parents? There was a note with my moms' writing on the kitchen counter. It said they went to run errands and would be back later that night. I crumpled the note and opened the fridge, grabbing the orange juice.
Alone all day. I grabbed my glass of OJ and sat on the sofa, already bored. I flicked through the TV channels and settled on the movie Eragon. Once the movie was over, I was terribly hungry. I rummaged in the kitchen and found bread and Nutella. Sweet!
After my 'breakfast' I jumped into the shower and grabbed my phone. Let's see if Fang's busy.
Me: hey, r u up?
Fang: I am now
I smirked, I have perfect timing.
Me: r u busy?
Fang: no, I am not going to the mall
This time I laughed, remembering our last mall trip.
Me: no, I home alone. Wanna come over?
And not in that way, you over-minded thinkers!
Fang: no, you're boring
Me: liar, bet u miss me :)
Fang: nope, sorry for bringing your hopes down
Me: just get your big butt over here!
Fang: u think I have a big butt? :)
Me: no! you're so full of yourself
Fang: :) on my way
I closed my phone and went over to the back door. I unlocked it and then ran to my room, bringing down our DVD case. Fang is already sitting on the sofa when I walk back in. I give him the case and sit next to him. "Where are the twins and your dad?" His eyes are focused on the pages of DVD's.
"Angel wanted to go to the store or something. I honestly don't know." I smirked and turned on the DVD player. "And your parents?" he asked, handing me the movie 'The Proposal'.
"They had to go run some errands. They're coming back later tonight." I stuck in the movie and sat next to Fang. I curled into him and he wrapped his arm around me. My own personal heater.
I loved it when Fang picked movies; he always knows exactly which one to pick. The Proposal had us laughing almost the whole time. My favorite part is when Betty White and Sandra Bullock are dancing outside, oh gosh, I was crying. Fang likes the part when Sandra wants the eagle to take the little white dog.
When the movie ended, both our stomachs were growling. I was starving, and I knew Fang was too. We both went to the kitchen, and opened cupboards and drawers. And we came up empty. "There's nothing in this blasted kitchen!" I get cranky when I'm hungry, and right now I was starving!
I jumped onto the counter and pouted, yes, I pouted. "Hey, how about this?" Fang lifted a box of Macaroni N' Cheese. I perked up and jumped down, grabbing the box. Then I frowned, "But this is Iggy's, and he hates people eating his Mac N' Cheese."
We both were looking at the box, and then I looked at him, a grin on my face. "But, he wouldn't have to know. I bet he doesn't even know he has it." I laugh evilly and start getting the things needed to cook our wonderful lunch.
"Wait Max." Fang gives me a stern look. What now? "I don't think you should be in the kitchen, you know, cooking." My shoulders slump and I hand him the box. "You're right, not such a good idea." I still remember the time I wanted to make dinner. Let's just say the spaghetti didn't completely make it to the plates.
So I leave Fang in the kitchen and head back to the living room. I put on the next movie 'Finding Nemo'. Fang's favorite! A couple minutes later Fang comes back and sits down. I lay my head on the armrest and my feet are hitched on his legs.
Right in the middle of the movie, Fang decides to tickle me. He starts with my feet, then goes up to my stomach, and lastly my neck. He knows all my weak spots.
Somehow we tumble to the floor, and the tickle fest still goes on. I am on my back giggling like a maniac with Fang kneeling by me, tickling my stomach, "Ok, Fang please! There, I can't breath!" he stops and stares down at me, humor in his eyes. Humor my butt!
I try to look as cute as possible, and he goes for the bait. He starts bending down, his eyes closed. I grab his shoulder and push him to the side, me landing gracefully on top.
"You just can't help it can you?" I tease. He smirks the smirk that is to die for, and my insides melt. And this time I go for the bait. Our lips connect, a jolt of electricity shoots down my spine, and I am no longer in control. His hands cup my neck, trying to get closer. I play with his long, black hair and could feel his stomach rise and fall as he breaths.
Just then I smell something weird. I come back to my senses and open my eyes, pulling away from Fang. I sniff, and it smells like something's burning. "Max, what is it?" he asks, worry in his voice.
I lift myself off and turn in all directions, trying to find the source of the smell. What could it be…
Holy petunias! The Mac N' Cheese!
I ran into the kitchen, and start choking on the awful smell. Fang follows. And we both wave our arms, covering our noses. I walk to the stove, and peer into the pot with the Mac N' Cheese. Our 'lunch' is pure black, bubbling and popping.
"Faaang! What the heck did you do? The house is going to burn down!" I look around, not knowing what to do. I grab a rag; grab the pot handle and rush to the sink, filling it with cold water. There's a 'hissing' sound, and steam billows everywhere. When everything is somewhat now in control, I turn to Fang.
"I thought you could cook. What happened?" He looks sorrowful, sadness, and worry in his eyes. "I did what the instructions said. Pour water, pour the pasta and pour the cheese." I grabbed the box, and read the instructions. "Fang, it says to pour the cheese, after the pasta cooked. Did you pour the cheese while it was cooking?"
He rubbed his arm awkwardly and looked anywhere but me. "Maybe." He whispered. I laughed out loud and threw the box on the counter. I went up to him, and hugged his waist.
"And I thought I was a bad cook. From now on, we both are not allowed in the kitchen." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry Max." I rolled my eyes, and sighed.
He is such a doofus. But he is my doofus
Well, I hope it came out good, I really really liked writing this one. I love writing when they are texting, kinda funny.
Anywho, again I am sorry for my absence, I will try to make my updates more quickly. We'll see.
So please review, almost to 200. Come on, 5 more reviews!
And also my Birthday is this Thursday (the 16th) So this next weekend is gonna be kinda busy, so probably next update won't be till 2 weeks or next week! (and I would love to get PMs on my b-day :P)
Hope you've enjoyed :P