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Ch. 13

Max's POV

I was having one of the best dreams of my life. I was with someone, although I'm not sure who, and we were just lying in bed. Their arms were wrapped around my waist, securing me to them, flush against their chest. I loved the feeling - whoever it was was like a safety blanket, their arms and their warmth and their strength protecting me from everything. And the smell... It was addicting. It was nearly overwhelming, but not totally - just right, actually. Delicious and fresh and musky, yet somehow familiar, too.

It felt good.

It felt real.

I stirred a bit, shifting so I was lying on my stomach, on his rock hard chest. His grip tightened on my waist as I adjusted myself. Is this a dream? I don't want it to be a dream... And it feels so real... God, please let it not be a dream...

I moved my head up a bit, trying to get comfortable, when my lips brushed something soft and I felt tingles shoot through my body like fireworks, setting me alight. I was too shocked to move, and really, the pressure on my mouth felt too good. Whatever my lips had touched - his, whoever he, was, yeah, his lips - started to move with mine, kissing me back. Our mouths moved in sync, and I felt the guy come alive beneath me as his hands left my waist and slid up my body, to the back of my neck. He pulled me closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss.

As if of its own accord, my hand shot up and intwined itself in his silky hair, pulling him closerclosercloser, as if that were possible, and he let out a deep groan from the back of his throat. The sound was so raw, so sexy, my toes curled and I gripped him tighter, tugging his hair gently.

Everything sounded real, really real. So real. So, so real. His smell, his touch, how he felt, his groan, his taste, was SO REAL. I wanted it to be real so much, too. But if I kept it up, I'd just end up torturing myself more - so, with great reluctance, I opened my eyes slowly.

I froze.

It was real.

It felt real because it was real. I was currently sprawled on Fang - my taken best friend! - with my hands tangled in his surprisingly silky hair and my mouth attached to his in a crazily hot, intense kiss.

The worst part? I loved every goddamn minute of it.

He - Fang! It was Fang! - felt my hesitation, and his eyes fluttered open. His gaze met mine, and, as the realization of what was happening sunk in, his eyes widened. He had figured what had happened - no, what we were doing. He stopped tugging my hair, and his hands froze, still tangled in the blonde, early-morning mess.

Our lips stopped moving, but we didn't move away - our mouths were still joined. The world seemed to be frozen. We laid like that, our lips still touching, for what seemed like an age until we both snapped out of it. His hands dropped from my hair, and I slid off him, scooting as far away as the bed wood allow, so my back rested against the wall. We stared at each other with wide eyes, not knowing quite what to say. What were you supposed to say in situations like this? Hey, Fang, heh, sorry about that... It's just, I've kind of been wanting to do that forever and I guess I'm a bit braver when I'm asleep, so I finally got the guts to kiss you... Too bad you probably thought I was the Red-Haired Wonder or something...

Nah. That'd be a tad awkward.

"Well," I said at last, giving a nervous chuckle. "That was almost as awkward as the time when Gazzy sneeze/farted in church."

Fang's lips twitched and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. I couldn't quite tell if it was because of my lame attempt at trying to break the awkward tension between us - which was so thick, you could slice it with a butter knife - or the fact that I had just compared the awkwardness level of kissing my best friend to a toxic fart.

Smooth, Max, real smooth. Now we see why the boys flock to you. (BetaNote: Haha... couldn't help the cheesy pun!)

Even though Fang had chuckled, he was still tense, the uncomfortable friction between us still evidently present. I could tell, easily, that this was bothering him quite a bit.

The worst part was that I knew we were going to have to talk about it. Fang was reasonable like that. You'd think, for a guy that rarely opens his very kissable mouth, he'd prefer not to discuss situations like... like waking up making out with your best friend. I, on the other hand, hated - absolutely loathed - talking about feelings and blah. Because I knew that if we talked, I would confess something - something that I would definitely regret, because it would most likely ruin everything we had. And not because Fang would be an ass about it, either - because I wouldn't be able to deal with the heartbreak of rejection.

Because he had a girlfriend. And we have always, and will always, be best friends. And that wouldn't change - not even if one of us wanted it to.

We sat there, the awkwardness a palpable thing, and the only thought I was capable of thinking was, Holy-freaking-shit, I just made out with my best friend. And. I. Loved. It.

I'm screwed.

Fang's POV

I was having this amazing dream.

Ah-maz-ing.

I held a soft figure, delicate and warm, close to my chest in a delicious embrace. She smelt mesmerizing, yet also familiar. Her scent filled my nose, and I inhaled as much as I could - I knew I wanted to keep this aroma in my mind long after I awoke. My arms tightened at just the thought of consciousness coming, and washing this away. I held her close, reveling in how she seemed to fit perfectly to my body.

I knew it wasn't Lissa in my dream, because I never dreamt of her. And... this girl, she just... didn't feel like Lissa. Lissa was fit - she had a great body, as I knew from the skimpy clothes she wore on our 'dates'. But she was too skinny... bony, almost. This figure was slender rather than thin, soft rather than... poky. This girl was perfection incarnated, and I felt so protective of her.

She shifted above me and I fought to keep my breathing steady as I felt her pressing herself closer... I could feel her, her flat stomach and her soft hands and her cheek against my neck and her chest against mine. I pulled her tighter, wanting to feel more of her.

It felt so real, and I loved it. I didn't want it to end, and I just wanted this beautiful girl with the wonderful body closercloserCLOSER.

Something brushed my lips. It was soft, warm, moist. And tasted delicious. I took a wild guess - her lips. Holy freaking shit, it's this gorgeous girl's lips. It was ah-maz-ing, and I felt my heart give a little jump as I felt electricity shoot through my veins.

My lips, seemingly having a life of their own, started moving in sync with her lips. My hands left her waist and slid up her toned body to the back of her neck. They rested there for a moment before traveling up and tangling into her wavy hair, tugging her closer to me. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss. I felt so alive, I felt so good, that I knew I'd go into withdrawal when I woke up. But, like an addict, I continued kissing her. I almost wanted to go numb, to not feel, to save myself from what I'd feel when I woke, knowing I'd probably never have this again.

Now I knew for certain that this girl in my dream wasn't Lissa. It never felt like this - this perfect, this alive - with her. It was always sloppy wet kisses with her practically molesting my mouth with her tongue, but this... this was nice. This was the epitome of best kisses. It was something I'd never experienced before, except for once - but that was years ago, back when I was a little ol' tween. I'd shared my first kiss at the swings in the old park we used to go to all the time. I never felt that same excitement - and shock - go through me, since my first kiss with - Max?

No, there was no way this girl in my dream was Max. She couldn't be. I'd gotten over those feelings - the feelings I'd kept to myself for ages, the secret crush I'd had on my best friend. I'd gotten over those, right? At least, that's what I thought.

I was pulled out of my musings as the girl's hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closercloserCLOSER to her - as if that were possible - and I let out a loud moan - can you say embarrassing? - from the back of my throat.

The girl then stopped; her hands stilled in my hair, her lips and tongue stopped moving with mine. Why was she stopping? How dare she? This was my dream, wasn't it? I got to control when and if we stopped! And I didn't want this to end!

My eyes snapped open, and I planned on pulling her back down and attacking her mouth with mine again, because hey - a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. But then my mouth dropped open when I saw two chocolate eyes staring back at me, the girl's face - just as beautiful as I'd imagined - plastered with shock.

This wasn't a dream. It was real life.

And it was Max, of all people.

The scariest thing? I was glad.

Finally, I snapped out of it and dropped my hands from her hair. She quickly slid off of me and sat as far as the bed would allow. She looked like a deer that had been caught in headlights. I had to stop myself from looking around in fear of seeing a huge semi-wheeler roaring towards us.

Ouch. My kissing wasn't that bad, was it? Did Max really not enjoy that, or was she just confused? I sure as heck was confused, but I was sure as heck that I enjoyed it, too. It was the best goddamn kiss I'd ever had, and I felt something warm - no, something scorching - roaring through my body, through my veins, like wildfire. As if she were heating me form the inside out.

Iremembered asking my mom once, How do you know if you're in love? I was younger at the time, just shy of puberty. I was going through an awkward stage, as you do, and I was pretty confused. She gave me one of those famous Mom smiles, that caring-slash-knowing-slash-amused-slash-oh-my-God-my-baby-is-growing-up smile. She sat me down and explained the whole shebang about love, but I still wasn't getting it.

When I told her so, she laughed and rolled her eyes. "Spoken like a true guy, Fang." I didn't get that, either, but now I realize she was slagging on the male gender. When she saw I wasn't laughing, she continued seriously, "You'll just know, Fang, OK? It takes time to find the one you truly love, and you'll have many few relationships. I won't lie about that, because you will - unless you're very, very lucky. But just remember, every dud relationship brings you closer to finding the person you're meant to be with.

"And how do you know if you're in love?" she went on rhetorically. "Some people feel tingles around someone they're crushing on, but when you find your 'One', you'll feel fireworks as opposed to sparks, and every touch will be electric, leaving you weak at the knees. I'm not a guy, but I'm guessing that this special girl will make you feel warm inside, make you feel wonderful things you've never experienced before. You'll start to wonder how you lived without them for so long, and you won't be able to stand being away from them for long periods of time. It's an instinct, Fang. Trust me, when the time comes, you'll just know."

I could hear her, her words, her advice, clear as day as I stared at Max. Could Max really be the One? My One? I felt so many of those things when I was with Max - when we touched, I felt the shocks Mom spoke of, when we kissed I swear I saw fireworks, and when she had moved, I felt as if I would have died without her.

Could I be falling for my best friend?

No - I couldn't be - Mom said I would just know, and right now, I feel so lost... so confused... as if I don't know anything.

I looked up as Max chuckled nervously. She fidgeted with a lock of her hair unconsciously, and cracked a joke, trying to dispel the tension between us both. I couldn't help but laugh quietly at her attempt - it was pretty cute.

We lapsed back into an awkward silence, leaving me time to mull over my confusing thoughts and feelings about Max. Max, Max, Max, God, what are you doing to me?

Sitting there awkwardly, not saying anything, Max and I did our best to avoid meeting gazes; she stared past my shoulder, I picked at a loose thread in her quilt, and I think Max even started cleaning her nails or something.

But we had to talk - we had to. All the things that were going on, well, if they were left unsaid... God, that'd eat at me, slowly and painfully. If we didn't talk, I knew my mind would be filled with would've's, should've's, could've's.

"Max, listen, we need to t-" I started, but was cut off by a pounding at the door.

"MAX! Mom said you need to get up, stat!" Max's little sister, Angel, called from behind the door. Max looked half relieved, half annoyed at the interruption.

"Sure thing, Ange!" Max called out. "I'll be down in a few!"

"No, Max, now! She said if you don't get your butt outta bed right this second, she's throwing away the recipe of her cookies!" Angel warned seriously, her voice muffled by the closed door.

Max shrieked a bit, and hauled her but out of bed while I watched on, amused. She'd do anything if her cookies were at stake.

"OK! Hang on! Don't you dare hurt that recipe, Mom!" she hollered frantically.

"Wha t is taking you so lo-" Angel started to demand as she opened the door. She stood, hands on her hips, looking so scary-but-cute. She dropped her stance when she saw me.

"FANG!" she squealed, sprinting over and flinging her arms around me. I picked her up and gave her a big hug, grinning. I'd always had a weak spot for Angel. What idiot wouldn't, honestly? Too cute.

"Fang! I missed you so much! There was no one in Florida to give me horse rides like you used to! Max refused to." Angel huffed, rolling her eyes while I stared at Max in mock-reprisal. Angel leant in and whispered loudly, "She spent all her time moping and being sad, and-"

"OK, that's enough, Angel!" Max cut in. "I'm sure Fang doesn't want to hear about me in Florida." She gave Angel a slight glare - nothing compared to her special glare she usually reserves for me. The really, really hot one.

Uh, yeah.

"Oh, no, Max," I said, smirking and hoping to God my thoughts weren't evident on my face. "That's where you're wrong - I'd love to hear about you in Florida!"

Ah, there's that full on glare I'm used to. It burns. It's so goddamn hot it burns.

Max was about to retort when we heard Ella's loud voice from down the hallway. "ANGEL! You know you're not supposed to say that name while Max is around! We agreed, remember? She gets all PMS-y when we do, 'cause she's really mad at-" Ella's voice got closer and as she opened the door and saw me standing there, she yelled, "FANG!" much like her younger sister.

I grinned again as she flew across the room and engulfed me in a bone-crushing hug. I found it how funny how different Max was from her sisters. Although I had to admit, the strength in Ella's hug... Ugh, too much Max-influence.

"What're you doing here?" Ella demanded, releasing me. "I thought you and Max had a fight." She turned and winked at Angel, mouthing, "Lover's quarrel!" Angel giggled, and I hope Max hadn't noticed - awkward! Especially considering this morning...

"Yeah, well, I had some sucking up to do. But I think I got back in her good books."

"Max has good books?" Ella asked in mock-shock. Max threw a pillow at her and Ella laughed. "Kidding, kidding! Jeez." She turned back to me. "But how'd you do that?"

"Food," I said simply.

Ella laughed, and ended up gasping for breath. "That's the way to do it!" she managed, giggling. "The way to Max's heart is through her mouth! Forget kryptonite - food is Max's weakness!"

She and Angel both collapsed laughing again, and I snickered too. So true.

"OK, OK!" Max interrupted, frowning. "Enough picking on Max for today. Everyone get your asses out of my room so I can get ready for school!" Max started pushing us towards the door. Her hands pressed against my lower back, ushering me out. A little lower, Max. I winced, thinking of what'd happen if I said that out loud - God, she'd kill me...

Ella snorted. "Yeah, 'cause you spend so much time making yourself look gawg-eous for school." This earned Ella a backhand to the head.

"Shut it, Els," Max hissed as she went to slam the door shut. Before the door closed, she added, "Fang, you can take a shower in the guest bathroom."

"Wait, Max, I need my-" I started, but she cut me off by slamming the door in my face. Stayed up a little too late, probably...

"-Bag," I finished under my breath, before shrugging. It's her own fault if my going into her room, wet from a shower, in only a towel, makes her uncomfortable.

Oh well, her fault.

I made my way down the hall and into the guest room to take a quick shower before school, trying to drown out all thoughts of love with the hot shower - maybe it should have been cold? - but I had no such luck; the only thing on my mind was MaxMaxMAX.

Why does love have to be so damn complicated?

*Stares off into space drooling*...drool... drool... *snaps out of it* Huh? What? Sorry... I was imagining Fang in my room... in just a towel... dripping wet... hehe... Which reminds me... my beta made a comment about that so I must respond to her for you all to hear...

Can't wait for the next chapter... but dude, you just HAD to put Fang showering in there, huh? Make me get all squeal-y why don't ya? -Kay

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