The Tissue Box of Love

The girl sniffled a little. Luckily for her, her boyfriend came to the rescue and offered her a tissue.

"Would you like a tissue?" he asked her.

She nodded and he pulled out a box of tissues. She grabbed one and opened it up, and then noticed that there was writing on it.

I think you're pretty, it read.

She smiled and laughed a little, wiped up her nose, and said, "I think you're pretty hot yourself."

He gave her one of his rare grins and it lead to heated make-out session.

Lissa Thorne and Fang Ride. The ego-centric slut and the silent, thought-to-be emo, bad boy.

Max Martinez had no choice but to sit and watch, considering the two were sitting in front of her in class.

She caught her friend Iggy Ride's eye and made puking and gagging motions. He saw her and laughed.

"No PDA!" the teacher yelled to Fang and Lissa. "Mr. James, is there anything you'd like to share?"

Iggy's face grew red and he said, "No, sir, sorry."

Fang and Lissa groaned, pulling apart. Max let out a sigh of relief and Lissa turned around and attempted to glare at her. Keyword: attempted. Max wanted to slap her right then and there.

Fang and Max have a deep hatred for each other. Iggy and Fang are brothers. Iggy and Max are best friends. See how that all works out?

They used to be friends, the three of them. Fang left their little group (consisting of Max, Iggy and their other friends-Nudge, Ella, Angel, Gazzy and Ari) one day without a word. Then when someone from his new, popular group (consisting of Dylan, Sam, Lissa, Brigid, Maya, and Omega) would ask him why he'd always hang out with Max (they knew he and Iggy were brothers, so they didn't bother asking about him), he'd say that he'd felt sorry for her because she had no friends.

That struck Max real hard. She then developed a hatred for him, and he returned it.

And to think that Max used to have feelings for that jerk.

He'd hurt her.

Now she didn't know what to make of him.

Fang and Lissa had broken up in the beginning of the next year, when they were just seniors. Everybody thought that Lissa had cheated on Fang, but no one was exactly sure. Maybe they had found someone else.

Who knows and who cares? Max thought.

She walked through the hallways to her next class, listening to all the rumors that were being told to each other.

"Did you hear that Fang and Lissa broke up?'

"FANG'S FREE! EEEEP! DO YOU THINK HE'LL GO OUT WITH ME?"

"I heard that Fang had a girl in his mind."

"Lissa's got a new man."

"Fang told me he had someone in mind…."

While Max was listening to all of these rumors, she bumped into a brick wall.

The brick wall was also known as Fang.

"Aren't you going to say sorry?" he asked her cockily.

"I'm really not sorry," she snarled at him.

"You have an attitude problem," he said bluntly.

"Look who's talking," she scoffed.

"You could be a bit nicer, you know, considering we used to be friends and all," he said, smirking.

That struck a chord in Max's heart.

"What. Did. You. Say?" she said venomously.

"I said, you could be nicer, considering we used to be friends and all," he said smugly.

Max felt tears bubbling up inside of her. She didn't trust herself to stay any longer and talk to this moron, so she just said, "Don't you dare ever say the words 'we' and 'friends' in the same sentence," and then turned on her heel and walked swiftly away, and single tear rolling down her face.

Instead of going to class, Max headed out of the school and to the nearest park. She always found comfort on the benches. No one was there, which was good for her. It's less humiliation.

She brought her knees up and hugged them, letting her head drop and rest on them, tears slowly flowing out of her eyes.

"Would you like a tissue?" she heard a deep voice say.

She recognized the voice as Fang, and said, "Not from you."

"Why not?" he asked her.

"Because you're you," she grumbled, knowing that it didn't make any sense at all.

"Uh huh," he said slowly. He took a deep breath and said, "Max, I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"You really can't say that," he pointed out. "Technically I can only say if I'm sorry or not, and I am."

"What do you want?" she growled.

"I wanna say I'm sorry."

"So you think you can just say you're sorry and everything will be back to normal?" she asked him incredulously.

"Take a tissue," he urged.

She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes at this abrupt change of conversation.

She looked at the tissue box he was holding and realized that it was his "Tissue Box of Love."

She put her head back down and said, "No thanks, I'm good."

"You know you need one," he pestered.

She muttered something incoherent and grabbed a tissue.

It read, I'm so sorry for hurting you.

"No you're not," she said more firmly.

"Yeah, I am," he retorted. "Why can't you just accept that?"

"Because you're a jerk!" she lashed out. "You're Fang Ride, the school's cocky, arrogant heartthrob! You hurt me, so why should I believe you when you say you're sorry, huh? How do I know that this is not some sort of dare to get me laid or something?" she asked him outrageously.

"Okay, um, I'm not quite ready to go that far," he told her. "You want another tissue?" he asked her abruptly, but she'd been crying even harder after she'd lashed out at him, so he figured she'd need another one, and the next one would tell her why she should believe him.

She grabbed a tissue angrily and read it.

It said, I still love you.

"Still?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

"I still love you," he repeated, "from 7th grade. When Dylan asked you out that year, I was jealous, and I'm sorry."

"That doesn't explain what you said about me," she said hotly.

"About how you had no friends?" he confirmed, and she nodded.

"It was a way for me to prevent Dylan from asking you out."

"So you portrayed me as a loser?" she asked harshly.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking down. "Listen, I'm sorry I was wasting your time. I'm just gonna go now-"

She cut him off and grabbed the tissue box from him.

She opened up a clean one, with no writing on it, grabbed a marker from her pencil bag that she had brought with her from school, and wrote, I still love you too.

Fang couldn't see what she had written, so after she had folded the tissue back up and stuck it in the box, Fang pulled it out and read it, a small smile forming on his face.

"Still?" he inquired.

"Still," she confirmed, and he captured her mouth with his.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It doesn't matter now," she said, biting her lip.

Before she could say anything else, he kissed her again, and said, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Voila! 'Tis finished!

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