I woke up Sunday morning around 10:00, feeling extremely giddy. Today was the day me and Fang were going to hang out. We would have the whole night just to ourselves. No Lissa. No interruptions. Just us. Me and Fang. It would be exactly like old times, when we didn't care what other people thought and the only people we wanted to hang out with were each other.
We would just talk about random nothings and important somethings. We'd talk about our lives and tell each other all our secrets. It was going to be great. I would make sure of that.
I rented an abundant amount of movies of all genres. I had popcorn, snacks and drinks all ready. I made sure we were fully stocked with sugary treats of all sorts.
I mean, come on! Fang + movies + sugar highs ALL NIGHT = a VERY good night and a VERY happy Max. What girl wouldn't like that? Don't lie; you know you're jealous. Sucks for you.
Um, anyway… I wanted everything to be perfect. Just like things were with Fang before I left. Heck, I even let Ella pick out my outfit, and do my hair and make-up.
You can stop gaping at me now. You're going to catch flies.
Normally, I wouldn't let Ella go within ten feet of me with any sort of make-up and/or fashionable item. That's how much I wanted this day to go as perfectly as possible.
I spent the entire day setting things up and getting ready. I buzzed around the house, doing things from setting up the sugary foods to cleaning my room - shocker, huh? - in case Fang came back to my place, to sitting still and letting Ella "work her magic" on me.
Ella ended up having me wear black skinny jeans, a flow-y purple top that showed off my curves and a pair of purple converse. She curled my hair and put half of it up, using a purple and black flower clip to hold it in place. My make-up was light, but it made my features pop. I have to admit, I didn't look too bad. In fact I looked hot, not to be conceited or anything. When she was finally done it was almost time for Fang to pick me up. I decided just to wait outside on the porch so I would know when he got here.
I sat on the porch steps waiting for him. A few minutes passed and Fang was still not there. I thought nothing of it, he was always running late. I started playing with the edge of my shirt and tracing designs on my pant legs.
I waited and waited for Fang diligently, never leaving my spot on the porch steps. I watched the sun set and darkness consume me and my surroundings. I started getting worried; this was not like Fang. I kept waiting, minutes turning into hours, and... still no Fang.
I felt my face fall gradually and my already shattered heart break even more. I knew he wasn't coming but I couldn't bring myself to get up and walk back into my house. I couldn't believe Fang would do this to me, the person I would always go to when I was hurting, just hurt me in the worst possible way, by breaking my heart. Now who am I supposed to go to?
I felt like crying, but what good would that do? It can't change anything. Fang still let me down and didn't even warn me. I felt like the forces of the universe were working against me. Yet again.
Pulling my legs up, I hugged them to my chest and buried my face into my legs, crying silently. I don't know how long I sat there like that, just crying and hugging my legs, but I really didn't care. Nothing matter anymore. I probably would have stayed there too if it weren't for my surprise visitor.
I almost didn't register the soft footsteps on the pavement growing louder as the person approached me. I didn't bother to look up. I didn't want anyone seeing me like this so I just buried my face deeper into my legs. I felt someone sit next to me and place a gentle caring hand on my back, rubbing comforting circles in between my shoulder blades.
I took a deep breath and whipped away my tears, but I still refused to look up. I just rested my head on my knees and kept taking deep breaths, refusing to shed anymore tears of him.
I heard a gentle voice speak softly, "Max." I wanted to say something snarky, something Maximum Ride-ish, but I was too heartbroken to even try. He was so quiet I almost didn't hear him. "What's wrong?"
I just sat there in quite while Iggy continued to rub soothing circles into my back. I was debating whether or not I should answer him. After a few more moments passed I decided to say something.
"Fang." Just one simple word, but I knew it meant so much more. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, but I blinked them back.
"Oh no," he said in a very sympathetic voice. "What did the dipstick do this time?"
This time I looked up at him and responded. "Iggy, he's changed, hasn't he? He's not the same Fang I grew up with, the one who I could tell anything, the one who would NEVER let me down." I was on the verge of tears. This is not the strong Max everyone knew. Nuh-uh. I never EVER let my guard down, so why am I being such a cry baby now?
Iggy stopped rubbing circles onto my back and drew his hand away. He had a hurt and sad expression on his face as he looked away from me. "No, he hasn't been the same since you left. He changed that day." Iggy turned to look me in the eyes."You took a part of him the day you left. He has been broken ever since. I never thought he was going to smile again; it took months before he would even talk. He was really hurt."
I tore my gaze from Iggy and stared at my hands in my lap.
Probably realizing I wasn't up to answering such a big statement, Iggy asked quietly, "So what exactly happened?"
"Well," I started sheepishly, still staring at my tear stained hands, "We were supposed to hang out tonight, just like old times, and he was suppose to pick me up at six, but he is sort of running late."
"He's running four hours late?" Iggy asked me, raising an eye brow. He was trying to joke, but I could see the anger simmering under the surface.
"Maybe he lost track of time?" I suggested, knowing it was a pitiful excuse.
"Max," Iggy said, giving me a warning look a parent would give to lying child.
"Ok so maybe he stood me up," I said, in a defeated tone.
He let out an aggravated sigh and sat up bring his hands to his face. He began to rub circle into his temples.
"I thought that now that you were back, things would go back to the way they were. I thought that you could make him whole again," Iggy mumbled around his hands.
I just stared at him, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. What he said to me really got to me. Did Fang really not talk for months? I mean, I know he is a quiet guy but Iggy is one of his best friends. Fang wouldn't just stop talking. Would he? Did I really hurt his that much when I left? Well, it wasn't my fault! I had to move. But maybe I should have been a better friend; I could have made more of an effort to keep in contact with him. He might have hurt me tonight, but I did the same thing to him when I moved. I now felt even worse than I already did. How could I have been so selfish?
Iggy broke the silence after we sat their quietly for a while. "He is such an idiot."
I give him a little smirk and said, "Yes he is, but he is our idiot."
Iggy smiled one of his cheesy smiles and have me a bear hug.
"I'll talk to him about this tomorrow and see what was going through that emo little head of his, before I jump to conclusions and beat his sorry ** with a pogo stick."
I couldn't help but smile. Iggy always knew just way to say to make me feel better. It just was his personality; everyone seemed to like him. I give him another hug and buried my head in his shoulder.
"Thanks, Ig, for everything."
"No problem. What are friends for?" he said, ruffling my hair just like we were little kids again.
"Um, mooching money from them and stealing their cookies when they're not looking?" I said, answering his rhetorical question.
He gave me a smirk. "It was a rhetorical question smart ass.
"Ah yes, but it still was a question, therefore I answered it," I retorted, giving him a little nudge.
He sighed in defeat. "Good night, Maxie, glad to see you are back to your old sarcastic self." He gave me a little wave goodbye and walking down the sidewalk.
I let out a sigh and walked inside my house. I spent the rest of the night thinking about how much Fang and I's relationship has changed. I am starting to wonder if we could ever have that again.