Operation GMBFBASBATR is in motion.
I headed to the closest convenience store to buy all of Max's favorite things; triple chocolate ice cream, gummy bears, gummy worms, sour punch straws, chips, frozen pizzas, Monster energy drinks, pudding snack packs, and, last but not least, I bought every last pack of chocolate chip cookies they had. About fifty-six packs of cookies, give or take.
Enough to last a normal person a few months, which pretty much means Max will have them all eaten by the end of the night. In that time, I'm sure she also would've gotten a killer stomachache, attempted to throw up her intestines, and then decided to blame it all on me, because everything is always my fault. Right, Max?
But it will be worth it in the end. I wanted her to forgive me for being such a douche bag. I wanted her to talk to me again. I wanted her to be my best friend again. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before she left, before she left me. No, scratch that, I needed things to go back to the way they were. I needed Max.
I missed being with my best friend every day.
I missed seeing her when I wake up and when I go to bed.
I missed talking to her.
I missed her being able to read me like an open book.
I missed staying up until the wee hours of the morning with her.
I missed our movie nights.
I missed all the memories we've created, that I refused to remember because it hurts too much to.
I missed her stubbornness, her laugh, her smile, her glare, and that cute face she always makes when she spaces out.
I missed everything about her.
But I refuse to stand by while those memories turn into 'has been's and 'once was's. Over. My. Dead. Body.
Once I'd stocked up on junk food - the cashier looked at me as if I belonged on Biggest Loser - I made my way to the nearest movie rental store and rented twenty of the hundreds - seriously, she's a freak like that, but I love her anyway - of Max's all time favorite movies.
Getting into my black Eclipse, I drove back to my house to grab a few things, grinning smugly. I turned on the radio and thought happily, Phase #1 of operation:
GMFBASBATR is now complete.
Now for phase dos.
I quickly changed into my PJ's, black and red plaid flannel pants and plain black tee shirt, determined to make this Max-and-Fang-movie-night-extravaganza as aphetic as possible.
I bet you're all going, Oh my God, Fang! Black and red plaid sleeping pants? No. Way.
I know, shocking isn't it? But I really like to throw some color in here and there.
...And I think Max likes it.
When I was finished changing, I grabbed an old backpack and shoved a few blankets, games, and other 'Movie night' items into it.
As I made my way to the front door, I grabbed an old scrapbook of Max and me over the years. What? My mom liked things to be well-documented...
I looked at this scrapbook every night before I went to bed, after Max left. If she knew, I'm sure she'd call me a creeper or something. It's just... I needed some way to feel connected to her and something to remind me that she was still here. Even though she was miles away in the fancy, popular city of Miami, she was still here on this earth, she wasn't gone forever and I promised myself that one day, I would find her again.
I just never expected her to come find me. Heck, I never expected she'd hate me, either.
I made my way to my car and drove straight for Max's house, not having to stop even a second to remember how to get there.
I pulled into her driveway and just sat there staring at her house for a few minutes.
It hadn't changed a bit. I hadn't been to her house in over two years. When Max moved, I refused to go this way because I couldn't bring myself to pass her house, knowing that Max's music wouldn't be blaring so loud that half the street could hear it, her younger sisters wouldn't be running around to front yard playing, her dad's old Ford truck wouldn't be parked in the drive away, and the smell of Dr. M's famous cookies wouldn't be lingering in the house temping Max to eat the entire batch when everyone's backs were turned.
I didn't need to be reminded that the wonderful things that had once filled my life were gone. Just like that.
Just thinking about it broke my heart more and more every day.
I sat there in my car staring that the scene in front of me. It felt like a dream, just an old memory that a few moments later I would wake up from and everything would be back to its gloomy state.
Being the wimp that I was, I stayed in the car a few minutes longer, hyping up my courage. I was a little - a lot - apprehensive that Max would castrate me or something.
And I had to confirm that this wasn't just a memory, that it was real, and this was how everything was supposed to be.
I finally tore myself from the memories and the scene before me and got out of the car.
I grabbed all the goodies for movie night and tried to balance everything in my arms so I wouldn't have to make two trips.
I had to admit, I probably looked like an idiot to anyone who were driving past Max's house, considering my arms were full and I was waddling, nearly overbalancing, up to her door.
When I got to the door I realized there was no way in this world, I was going to be able to ring the doorbell without dropping half of the items in my arms. Damn. I obviously didn't think this one through...
I stood there contemplating the best way to ring the doorbell without dropping anything. After a few moments I finally decided to ring to doorbell with my nose.
I bit my lip in concentration as I braced the items in my arms, bent my knees, and pushed the button with my nose. Ringing a doorbell with your nose is not as easy as you may think. It takes great skills.
After my second try I hear the faint chime of the doorbell ringing through the house. After few moments I heard Max's familiar voice complain loudly, "Why the hell can't you get the damn door, huh?" She added under her breath, "Lazy ass. And who the hell is ringing the stupid doorbell at this time of night?"
I couldn't help but smirk as I waited for Max to open the door. Right before she opened the door I let out a content sigh. My Max.
Just then, the door flew open and I was greeted by a scowling Max, who was already dressed in her pajamas. Damn, I thought approvingly.
"Whatever it is you're selling, we don't want any," she said in a monotone, not looking up to see who was at her door.
I just smirked at her as her scowl turned into a look of confusion as she realized who it was.
"Fang? What the hell are you doing here?" she managed.
I was just getting cozy in my nice warm bed, being comforted by raw cookie dough and a marathon of "Boy Meets World" and trying to forget about my recent betrayal from my best friend.
I sighed sadly to myself. Cory and Topanga had it so easy; they were childhood friends who ended up together and lived happily ever after. Lucky little brats. (That was censored, by the way, people!)
That never happens in real life. You always get screwed over by your best friend and there is never a happily ever after. Because they always ditch you for their spoilt, red-headed bitch of a girlfriend, leaving you heartbroken and in need of being comforted by a friend who barely even helps you get over the gut-wrenching feeling of rejection.
But Disney brainwashes you all. A prince never comes to save you from your endless slumber, they never search high and low for you just to return you your shoe, and they don't fight a crazy dragon and cut through a bunch of thorns to come and save you.
No, they just go for the local slut - I mean, a wicked witch with obnoxiously red hair, leaving you sleep your life away, make you miss your favorite shoe, let you stay, abandoned, stuck up some random tower.
Yeah, put that in one of your movies, Disney!
I was just getting to the episode where Cory and Topanga run away together to get married when I heard an annoying 'ding-dong' ring through my house. I sat there for a while, waiting for someone to answer damn the door.
"Get the door, Max!" my stupid sister yelled.
I shouted back a retort, and then insulted her under my breath - always a good way to blow off steam.
Plus, who the hell was ringing the doorbell this late?
I swear to God, if it is one of those stupid door to door sales men I am going to rip their flabby little stomach muscles over their head so they will have to look through their bellybutton to see.
I ripped the door open and spat, "Whatever it is you're selling, we don't want any."
I heard a faint noise that sounded like a held-back laugh.
Upon hearing the outrageously annoying sound, I turned to glare at the poor idiot who laughed at me. And then I stifled the gasp that threatened to escape me as I realized who it was that was currently occupying my doorstep. Fang.
I felt my mouth fall open as I took in his appearance. He was wearing black and red flannel pajama bottoms and a tight form fitting black tee shirt that really complimented his figure… not that noticed or anything.
His arms were filled with a bunch of snacks and things you would have for a… movie night?
Why would Fang be here, in his pajamas, with snacks and things for a movie night?
To have a movie night, Einstein, an annoying voice 'duh'ed in my head.
As I tore my gaze away from his body - erm, I meant his arms filled with snacks - I looked up to see a small smirk playing on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes.
I stared at him in shock and demanded, "Fang? what the hell are you doing here?"
I saw his face fall a bit, probably at my unwelcoming, hostile greeting, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared as he covered it up with his no emotion mask.
"What? Not glad to see me, Maxie?" he asked, balancing the items in his arms that threatened to topple over.
I quirked an eyebrow at him and retorted, "You want the truth, or do you want me to lie to you? In other words, I can completely reject you or boost your already annoyingly large ego. I'm not sure which is worse, to be honest, but I'm opting for number one."
At that, his face really did fall, and he didn't even try to hide it. He had this look of pain, hurt and regret in his eyes. I felt a pain in my heart eyeing him this way.
I decided to kill the awkward silence by changing the subject.
"So, Fang. You never answered my question. What are you doing here?" I asked, honestly curious as to why ex-best friend was standing here, in front of my doorstep, in his pajamas, doing a balancing act with an assortment of my favorite junk food and movies, when he had made it one hundred percent clear that he wanted nothing to do with me.
He got this look of determination on his face and his eyebrows scrunched together as he prepared to speak. Oh God, he looked so ho-
No, Max! Bad! Down, girl! You can't think like that! You're mad at him. Remember?
He took a deep breath and started to speak. "Max, I'm so sorry. I know you think that I stood you up last Saturday, and you probably hate me, which you have every right to. But just hear me out, okay?" He was doing a Nudge, and speakingall in one breath. Wow.
I felt my breath catch in my throat and I couldn't speak. I was in shock, first off because I think that is the most I've ever heard him say in one conversation, let alone one sentence, and secondly because he was here on my door step, trying to explain to me what happened.
He stood there for a moment, not speaking, waiting for me to object, and when I didn't, he took it as a go-ahead to continue speaking.
He took another deep breath before starting again. "Max, I know you think I purposely stood you up and I don't want anything to do with you, but I swear that's the farthest thing from the truth. I was getting ready to come pick you up when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Lissa and her parents, and they wanted me to go to a schmancy dinner, and when I told them I already had plans they wouldn't hear it. They made me change and go with them. I told Lissa to take my phone and text you to let you know I had to bail, and ask if we could reschedule. I just found out recently that she never texted you and now I feel so horrible because you sat there waiting for me and I never showed up and it makes me feel even worse when I think about how much you must hate me because you think I betrayed you and ditched you. It kills me to know that you think I would ever do something like that to you intentionally." He looked at me eagerly, waiting for me to respond.
I stood there quietly, thinking about everything he had just said. My eyes quickly darted to the items in his arms and I raised my eyebrow in question.
He looked at me, confused, for a second then realized the reason for my questioning look.
"So I came here to grovel at you feet and beg for your forgiveness. I also brought a peace offering," he added, smirking. "The way to your heart is through food, I know. I also thought we'd pick up where we left off - we haven't had a Max-and-Fang-movie-night-extravaganza in years, so maybe now it's time to have one. I bought all your favorite food, movies, and I even wore my jammies!" He grinned and winked...
How could I say no, honestly? He was looking all hopeful and eager, and, I hate to admit it, so damn hot in those stupid jammies. I couldn't help but see the six-year-old
Fang I used to spend every waking moment with, the little boy who I went on adventures with and played naughty jokes on.
I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face, even if I wanted to. A thought struck me, and I snorted, before cracking up laughing. "You-have-been-spending-way-too-much-time-around-Nudge," I managed through my chuckles, standing aside to let him in.
He gave me a playful glare at my comment, but he quickly gave up on that as a huge, very un-Fang like smile broke out across his face. The kind of smile that made my heart stop. God, why did he have to do this to me?
I practically jumped him, causing him to drop all the items he had been doing so well balancing that entire time as I engulfed him in a huge bear hug, squeezing him with all I had. He didn't even hesitate for a moment and his arms quickly encircled me in his arms and pulled me tightly against his rock hard stomach.
Seriously! When did this boy get so buff? I mean, dddaaaammmmnnnn!
We stayed like that for what seem like ages, and when we finally broke apart, both of were us smiling like the idiots we were.
I blame it on the high I was currently on from sniffing too much of his damn yummy smelling cologne.
As he looked down at me he started to chuckle. I playfully hit his arm as I helped him pick up the items, someone (we are not naming names) made him drop.
When we finally had everything picked him he gave me a devilish grin and as he held up a bag.
"And, I bought a special someone chocolate. Chip. Cookies," he whispered as he enunciated every syllable. He was right in my ear, and I honestly don't know whether I was salivating from the smell of his breath or the promise of cookies.
Let's just hope he thought it was the latter.
He smirked at me as I snatched the bag from him and darted into the house, leaving the door wide open for him to follow.
I plopped down on the couch and literally ripped open a bag of cookies with my teeth in five seconds flat.
I heard him chuckle as he made his way into the house and quickly closed the door with a soft click.
He placed the goods on the island in the kitchen, got himself a snack, knowing there was no way in hell that I was sharing my cookies, and plopped down right next to me.
I grabbed a blanket and snuggled in close to him, resting my head on his lean shoulder as I let out a content sigh.
Maybe things are going to start turning around from here.