Bored in a Library – Chapter 8
Hi. It's been a while, I know. Has anyone seen all the stories that are popping up that are very similar to this one? I would like to state that I am the first one who wrote this and that all those other people are the copycats, and not me. I know, I sound mean, but it gets a bit annoying. Anyways, here's the last chapter and I really hope you like it :D
I really should have been used to the whole "kissing" thing with me and Fang. I mean, it's been, what, three times now? But, obviously, I wasn't.
I stood there in shock for a few seconds, then slowly started kissing him back. I could feel his warm hands, one on my cheek and the other on the back of my neck. I hoped this would never end. It felt so right to be kissing Fang, even if it had happened twice before. He really wasn't half-bad at kissing.
I started running out of breath, but this time I was reluctant to break apart. When I finally did, everyone in the library was looking at me, including Fang. I heard Iggy whistle as the girl who had been talking to him had seen us and gossiped. She giggled.
Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy were staring, their mouths wide open. Even Fang looked a bit shocked.
We were both still breathing a little hard. I wondered if I should kiss him again.
"Still think we don't need to talk?" I whispered.
"This seems to be going fine for me," he said, doing that annoying shrug-thing of his. Just as I started to reach for his lips again, I remembered all the people in the library with their eyes glued to me and Fang.
I whipped my head around. "You. Are. Talking." I dragged him by his shirt into the world history section at the very back of the library.
"What?" he asked.
"You know what!" I huffed angrily.
He leaned in to kiss me again.
I pushed him away. "I just – we need to – to sort things out."
"Like what? You love me? I know that, thank you. And this time you weren't even drugged."
I sighed, exasperated. "And you?"
"Are you trying to play dumb?"
He looked at me, completely innocent. Yeah, right. "Max, everything I said was true. "
I started laughing.
"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly, which is Fang code for completely confused.
"You…were…jealous…" I was still cracking up.
He rolled his eyes. "If I remember correctly, someone else was too."
That sobered me up.
"Oh by the way, I'm still waiting for the 'on the floor in a little ball of pain' thing."
I scowled. "A priss? Why in heck would you say that to me?"
"It was fun."
I groaned. "You are impossible."
"You're a priss," he said.
Glaring at him, I asked, "You seriously have nothing to say to me?"
"You said 'a way of telling me without saying anything.'"
"But you were being hypothetical!"
"But, you see, I did know you looooooooved me at that point." I made a mental note to kill him later.
"It was still hypothetical!"
"Why can't you get that communication through the computer can be just as effective as real life?"
Oh. This was about his blog, now. "Just because you're Mr. Super-Cool Blog Owner, don't think –"
"Max, breathe. We're not fighting right now. We're… 'sorting things out'"
I didn't feel like admitting how much I wanted to kiss him again, so I said, "And sorting things out would mean that you need to actually say something."
"God, what do you want me to say?! I said I liked you! I said I was jealous of your other little boyfriend. I said that you were my best friend, and I wanted to kiss you and be with you! What the hell more do you want?"
He clenched his hands. "I don't know what you want from me! Why do you have to make this harder than it actually is? I just don't know what the hell I'm supposed to say to make you satisfied when I've already told you the most embarrassing, humiliating things…" he trailed off, looking completely shocked at himself, and stared at me blankly.
I stared at him. Then, I stood on my tiptoes and –
I heard snickering behind me and turned around to see Angel and Iggy peeking around the bookshelves. "Away. Now." I pointed back to where they had come from, and they sullenly walked off.
Angrily, he yanked my face forwards and kissed me again. Again I felt the sparks that I had the very first time I kissed him, on the beach. I could swear if I looked up there were be huge fireworks in the middle of this completely mundane, uninteresting place.
This time he pulled away, and flashed me another one of those rare smiles. I blushed as he said, "Oh."
"I get it."
He kissed me again. "I love you, Max," he whispered in my ear.
"Jeez, how long did that take you? And you call me oblivious?" In case you were wondering, I am not a cheesy moment killer.
He rolled his eyes. "Shut, it Miss Priss."
"Or what? You'll attack me like you attacked the table when you thought I didn't like you back?"
He scowled, but I could tell he was still happy. I'm just good at reading him like that. That's probably why we're best friends. Best friends who are, uh, in love. Huh. So what does that make us?
Even as we bickered our way out of the library with the flock, I kissed him a few times, glad that we could finally be out in the open. Of course, there was some arm-smacking and eye-rolling, but seriously, it was me and Fang.
"Max?" Fang asked me in the small lobby of the library.
"Does this make you my girlfriend or what?"
"You have become a Chatty-Cathy lately, haven't you? Or, of course, you're just so hopelessly in love that you can't help yourself."
When he just looked at me I shrugged. "I don't know. Yes?"
He nodded, reverting back to his silent self, and kissed me just to make it final.
Of course, I was a bird-girl on the run, and a freak, and Fang was practically the only guy I knew other than Iggy, and we were in constant danger, but I guess something constant wouldn't be so bad, would it?
Did I ever say libraries were boring? I take it back.
Yes, that really was the last chapter. Might sometime in the future write an epilogue or something, but I won't write a sequel because if things are carried on too long they start sucking sometimes.
Uh, review. Was that too cheesy? Sorry if I haven't updated for, uh, a little while. I was hoping it would be good. Was it? Sorry there was no more IM speak. They kind of ditched the computer for…other things…