Smiles :-: Chapter Ten :-: There's something about you that makes me want to smile
:-: FANG :-:
I waited for Max to come outside, and so I sat on top of the shed in the backyard, fooling around on my laptop.
When she finally came out, she glanced around the backyard, most likely observing the overgrown grass. That reminds me… I'm supposed to be the one who cuts it, right? I shook my head and whistled to catch Max's attention. "Oi, Maxie, up here."
She looked up at me on the roof shed, holding a hand above her eyes. "What the hell are you doing up there?"
Her face looked slightly pissed, with a hint of annoyance and curiosity, and I rolled my eyes at her. I pointed to the ladder at the side of the shed, which she cautiously gazed at before climbing up, a scowl on her face.
She reached the top of the shed, and plopped herself down half a yard away. I sighed and shifted so she was closer, and when she tried to move away more, I muttered: "If you scoot over anymore, you're going to fall off."
Max must've agreed with me—probably after looking at the minimal amount of space left—and I thought she was going to be silent for once. I pretended to type of my laptop whilst attempting to think of the reason why I asked Max here.
"Why am I here?" her loud voice demanded. I stopped fake-typing and looked at her, to see she had laid back on the roof and was staring at me intently albeit frustrated.
"I never said you had to come here." I forced my eyes to leave her, and return back to my laptop.
"Then what was that note all about?" she prodded, her tone most definitely annoyed.
Think, Fang, think. What would be a legitimate reason to write that note? With a half-smile, I came up with an excuse. "I wanted to see if you'd listen." Not because I just wanted you here…
She let out a small huff. "Asshole."
My lips quirked up. "Bitch."
"Dick," she retorted.
"Slut." (This wasn't true in the slightest, but I had said it anyways.)
"Boo, you whore," was her reply, and I couldn't help but laugh at her words that she had quoted from Mean Girls.
"You, Maximum Martinez—or should I call you Regina George—saw Mean Girls?" I asked incredulously. Oh this was too gold.
Her lips turned down into a frown and she crossed her arms over her chest. "You saw it too," she claimed.
Crap, I was hoping she wouldn't catch that. "Never seen it," I denied.
She looked at me smugly and said, "Oh really? You even got the reference—I'm proud of you."
I felt like my cheeks had colored, but a small smile took over my face. She looked away from me, but I continued to stare at her curiously. "How do you make me smile without even trying?" I muttered quietly.
"What?" she responded. She heard… dammit.
I leaned closer to her. "Why did you come here?"
She turned around and her eyes widened at how close we were now. "Why the hell are you so close?" she hissed, conflict clear in her eyes.
"Why did you come here?" I repeated, wondering what her internal conflict was. She doesn't reply, and an idea sparks in my head, so I lean even closer. My lips brushed against her ear. "Was it to try and seduce me?"
She looked murderous for a second as she pushed me away, but it quickly changed to something different… something evil?
Max smirked at me, and she shifted until our faces were separated by a faint strip of air. Her mouth kissed my ear, and I couldn't help it; I shuddered. I could feel my heart pick up, and I wanted to push Max off, but I couldn't.
"You caught me," she whispered in my ear, causing me to breathe erratically. Her hands reached for mine, pulling them to her waist, bringing her to my lap. My hands wrapped tighter around her waist on my own accord, and her breath hitched.
This is Max, Maximum Martinez, the girl I like, doing this? She must be drunk or something. "What the fuck are you doing, M—" Her nose skimmed my cheek and I felt her lips softly peck the side of my mouth. My words caught in my throat.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Fang? I'm seducing you, you bitch," she spat. I froze, hesitating a moment too long, and in that second, she had already pushed me away and jumped onto the ground, walking away.
As she walked away, she called out, "You totally fell for it." I stared at her, ashamed with my lack of control. "I'm starting to think you might have a crush on me…" Max added, flicking me off in the process.
She reached the door to the inside, and turned around to face me. My eyebrows furrowed, and I yelled at myself internally, although I couldn't help but want to kiss her.
"…Don't even think about it."
And with those words, she walked into the house, leaving me alone, confused, and most definitely flustered.
Later that night, I laid on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Don't even think about it."
Those five words circled around and around in my head. It was almost like she knew I had… developed feelings for her. But she couldn't have known… how could she have known?
When she had… seduced… me earlier, I'll admit it; I liked it. I liked it a lot. Can you blame me? I'm a guy, for god's sake, and to add to it all, I liked her.
But the thing is…I think she liked it too.
She probably wouldn't admit it consciously, but subconsciously, maybe.
As I thought back to earlier this afternoon, I know she felt… it. Whatever "it" is. Even if she didn't realize it, her heart had accelerated and her breathing had become shallow.
I smirked to myself and let out a long sigh.
There was a chance that Max liked me.
And I was going to make sure I got that chance, no matter what.
I hopped off the bed, and rummaged through the drawers of my temporary desk, searching for a pad of sticky notes.
Maybe if told Max how I felt about her, she'd start to evolve feelings in return. That, or she'd be annoyed into talking with me, so I could get to know her better.
I grabbed a pen and began to write on the sticky note, smiling to myself. I think I might have even hummed a bit. With one last look at what I had written, I placed it on my door so I would remember to stick it on the mirror the next morning.
"There's something about you that makes me want to smile. —Fang."