Uh…so, I'm back? I don't even know if anyone is still reading this or willing to put up with my incredibly spaced out, glacially slow updates. BUT, if you are, I promise that I still plan on finishing this story.
Disclaimer. I still don't own Iggy :/ …or the books yada-yada-yada
I practically ran back towards Fang's house and sucked back my tears as I tried to forget what had happened. I already felt a little guilty. Fang didn't usually pour his heart out in that way…or at all really, and he was just trying to understand where I was at. He had been trying to understand, not push me away. I realized that as the heavy choir door shut behind me, but being my stubborn self, I refused to turn around.
I wiped away a stray tear and stopped mid-sprint, skidding to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk. I'd already been getting strange looks as the running crying girl, so I didn't mind the annoyed ones I got from the man that swerved to avoid walking into me. I looked around myself, realizing that I hadn't been paying any attention to where I'd been running for the past few blocks.
I'd gone too far. I sighed and turned back towards our street.
I squirmed as I remembered Fang's words, "I miss you, Max." He had sounded so sincere. I wondered how difficult it had been for him to admit that. I never thought that I had changed so much that Fang would say something like that.
I thought of my fear of speaking, my fear of everything, and realized that maybe Fang was right about me. Maybe I had changed.
"Max!" I turned to see Camy running towards me. "Max, there you are! Fang told us that you bolted after school, and when you weren't at home, we were all a little worried about you! Fang seemed really upset when we couldn't find you." Fang turned the corner and stopped next to her, trying to meet my eyes, but I couldn't seem to face him. I studied my shoe, pretending that I couldn't feel my face turning red.
"Thanks Camy, I think I'll take it from here. We'll meet you back at the house." Fang didn't sound angry, in fact he sounded kind of…tender, but I suddenly found myself dreading the idea of being alone with him.
"Okay," Camy said, her voice full of skepticism. She knew there was something that he wasn't telling her, but she seemed to decide that it wasn't her business, and turned on her heel to walk home.
A few moments passed and Fang took a cautious step forward. The tension between us was electric. I tried to figure out why I was suddenly so nervous. I wasn't mad at him anymore, and I was willing to admit that I was wrong, but I suddenly felt like my stomach was doing flips again. He took another step forward, standing so close that I could feel his breath on my face as he looked down at me.
"Max." Fang's voice sounded gentle, but couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. "Max, I'm sorry."
I tried to think of how to tell him that I was sorry too. That I was wrong. That I wanted to talk but I didn't know how. That I was scared, but that he was the only person that I knew was safe. That I didn't mean what I wrote on that chalkboard. That he was right about me, I had changed. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't know how. Instead, I found myself staring at his shoe while I nodded like an idiot.
"Max." He said my name in almost a whisper, as I continued to stare at his shoes. Suddenly I was in motion, his arms looped behind me, pulling me into him and wrapping me in a tight hug. I hugged him back, wishing that I knew what to say. Wishing that I could find my voice. We stood there for a few more seconds, me nodding into Fang's shoulder while he held my world together again. "Let's go home, okay?"
He let me go and we walked home in silence.
Okay, so I know it's a tad short, and a little bit mushy, but I couldn't bring myself to draw out their fight for too long. So, anyway, for those of you that were worrying that I was dead, I'm not. I just sort of stopped writing…anything. I didn't work on anything original. It was like the biggest block of my life. I didn't even want to write :( I don't know what was wrong with me, but I think I might be back! I can't promise anything, because I work and have school, and am possibly picking up a second job, but I'm going to try to stop neglecting this story until I finish it.
To those of you that have been waiting, I am sorry. Truly, I am. It's not fair of me to let you wait a year between chapters.