Hello everyone!

Soooo sorry for not updating, I had two 20+ page papers due in a time span of two months. With research. Don't judge.

I had to write this while many small children (AHEM cousins on a sugar high after going to the movies and ice skating. Apparently getting my license means I'm a guaranteed chauffer) were running around me, so sorry if it's not my absolute best.

Thank you all for your incredible reviews, they all mean so much and encourage me to keep writing even though my schedule does all it can to prevent it. I've resorted to using a colorful striped composition notebook during classes so I can write without arising suspicion...that's right, I'm sneaky. Except I tried to write in Spanish and my teacher was like "That's not Spanish! What are you doing?" and let's just say that didn't go down to well.

For those of you who go to my school, don't you dare tell this to any one. That notebook is TOP SECRET.

That's right, I know you people who go to my school read my stories. YOU'VE BEEN COMPROMISED.

Anyway, Merry Late Christmas and a Happy 2014!

Enjoy.

Harrypotterpixie455

The enticing smell of pancakes drifts into my nose, rousing me from the lovely dream I was having about Nudge and I at the park when we were kids. It was only when I opened my eyes that I remembered that I had aged, and I no longer had the gift that everyone else took advantage of: sight.

Walking downstairs, I heard the voices of my mom, Angel, and Gazzy in the dining room. Joining them, I was greeted with cheerful voices that I found hard to loathe, despite my renowned foul mood in the mornings. Well, afternoon on weekends.

"Max, you wake up really late on weekends." Gazzy remarked. I shrugged.

"Wait till you get to high school, kid. You'll understand my need to sleep in."

"It's 11:30, Max." My mom remarked dryly. I shrugged, muttering about how that was earlier than I usually woke up. "Sheila called, she said they'll be here tomorrow at noon."

"Got it." I said, taking a bite out of the waffles that were set in front of me. "Did Ella already leave?"

"She left hours ago!" Angel said, her voice laced with excitement. "She said her call time was at ten. Do you think we can go to her show later?"

(A/U: The time for when actors have to be backstage before a show is called their 'call time'.)

"Yea, I'm pretty sure there's a matinee at three if you want to go." I heard Gazzy let out a sigh of annoyance. "Cheer up Gazzy, at least its Beauty and the Beast and not, I don't know, Sleeping Beauty or something."

Still grumbling, he followed a skipping Angel out of the kitchen to put their clothes on and get ready for the day. I would have invited Iggy to hang out with him, but due to the fact that Iggy has a massive crush on Ella, he was stuck on going to the show. I went into my room to grab he clothes Ella had laid out for me the previous night, calling Iggy on the way and inviting him to come with us to the show. He agreed.

"Max!" My mom called me to the kitchen, to which I went right after. "Are you going to take the kids somewhere before the show?"

"I wasn't planning on it, why?" I answered.

"Unless you want two kids bouncing of the walls during the show, I would take them to the park or something to get some energy out of them." She remarked, slight amusement in her voice. I dropped my hands from the fruit bowl to my sides.

"Seriously?" I said, exasperated. She laughed, confirming her words as she walked out the door. Grumbling under my breath, I walked up the stairs to our guest bedroom. After dressing the children (and the fiasco in which Angel described in great detail the embroidery on her dress), we were out the door and heading to the park. Angel immediately went to the swings, were she yelled for Gazzy to push her. I sat down at the bench and listened.

Even though I was barely ten feet away from the kids, my body was tense. I couldn't see that they were safe. I knew that someone could easily pick them up silently and carry them off.

I would never know until I called for them.

"Fancy meeting you here, eh?"

"Somehow I'm not surprised to see you." I remarked without turning around to gaze at Fang.

"Technically, you can't see me."

"You had to point that one out, didn't you?" I said dryly, my body still stiff.

"Well, it is the obvious."

"So is your stupidity, but I had the grace not to bring it to attention."

"Ah, Max. I missed our banter." He said sarcastically, plopping down next to me. I raised my eyebrows quizzically.

"Excuse me?"

"How are Angel and Gazzy?" He said, still not missing a beat.

"Fine." I snapped. "Why are you here? Come to see my gorgeous looks?"

"Maximum." He said hastily. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Once again: I'm hot and you're blind. Why would I want to see you?"

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed. Same old Fang.

"Thank you for your words of encouragement to keep me going in life."

"Hey, no problem!" He said, hitting my arm. I could imagine the smug grin on his face. "A friend's a friend, right?"

I tuned out of his ignorant rambles, listening for Angel and Gazzy's playful chatter. Upon hearing it, I relaxed back into my seat, but only slightly.

"Why are you so rigid? Relax, baby."

"Don't call me that." I snapped fiercely.

"Jeez, all right Miss. Touchy." He mocked. "I'm holding my hands up in surrender, by the way."

"Oh, I'm sure you are." I said sarcastically.

"Really!" He cried. I stayed silent, once again listening for the kids. Their laughter echoed in my ears from the far end of the playground, and I was able to relax slightly once more. "Seriously, you look like a wooden board. Why are you so stiff?"

He said this with what sounded like genuine concern, though with Fang, it was nearly impossible to tell his emotions through his voice. The only reason I could was because a voice was all I had to identify emotion.

"It's hard to relax when you can't see and someone could easily cover Angel or Gazzy's mouth and run off. I would never know." I bit back. I sounded harsh, and I fully intended for it to be that way. He was silent for a moment.

"I can stay here if you want." He suggested. My head whipped in his direction.

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"I can stay here. Watch the kids. Make sure that they don't get into any trouble. " He said. "Plus, someone needs to keep you company so you don't go insane with your own thoughts."

"Are you sure? I think Lissa would be much more willing for your attention." I snapped, annoyed at his retort.

"Eh, all she sees is my looks. I prefer girls who listen." He said this softly, so softly that I had trouble hearing him. I froze, realizing a clear thing.

The only thing I was good for was listening.

After Fang's not-so-subtle remark at the park, I was in a hurry to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately, we had only been at the park for 45 minutes, forcing me to stay there for another hour in extremely awkward silence.

Angel, Gazzy, and I were now at my high school, sitting in plush, cheap, theater seats that were most likely the age of the school. The show was starting in fifteen minutes, and I prayed that I wouldn't be so bored that I fell asleep. That usually happens at shows.

It's hard when you can only hear, it gets boring.

Besides, my mind was on other matters. Why did Fang remark that he likes girls who listen, implying me? Was he suddenly taking a liking to my blind characteristics? Or maybe he wasn't implying me at all, he is just messing with me.

That's it. Fang would never like me, that is a fact I will never forget.

"Fang!" I heard Angel cry out.

"Hey, Angel." His demonic voice answered. What the hell was he doing here? We had literally seen him an hour ago. I swear he's following me around.

"We seriously just saw each other an hour ago." I mocked. "Are you stalking me?"

"Not like you would notice." He scoffed. Anger boiled at the pit of my stomach, but I boiled it down.

"Wanna join us, Fang?" I heard Gazzy cry. Please say no. Please say no.

"I would love to." I could practically feel the smirk that was dripping off his face. He shuffled through the row until he was sitting on my left, as I was sitting the farthest into the row. Angel and Gazzy were already distracted by the stage and backstage crew running around, leaving Fang and I to ourselves. There was an awkward silence.

"Excited for the show?" He asked.

"No."

"Aaaw, why not? I know your sister is in it."

"It's not very entertaining when you can't see anything." I snapped.

"Well, you can hear it."

"Fang."

"And you can imagine what they look like, which makes it much more fun."

"Fang."

"And I can describe costumes, if it helps."

"Fang." I said, finally getting him to be quiet as the lights dimmed. "Thanks."

I head the beginning of the music start, a piano starting to play its chords, filling up the room. It was easy for me to pick the notes and chords out of the air as they were played, seeing as how I had played it for years, along with my trusted guitar. Having grown up with Disney movies, I also recognized the tune.

The audience had settled into silence, and with only the actors making noise, I was left alone to my thoughts.

Why was Fang being so nice? He was being uncharacteristically kind, meaning either he had started drugs, or he had had a sudden change of heart, mind, and soul. It was almost like he was...flirting- but that couldn't be, because we barely knew each other, and I only dated guys I knew.

Why was I even thinking about dating him? Fang is the guy that has bullied you your entire life. I reminded myself. But even while I was thinking these thoughts, my mind was correcting them.

That was the past...

He's changed...

Give him a chance...

I shook my head, determined to shake the thoughts out of my head. They weren't supposed to be there; they had no right to be, and I wasn't going to let them stay. Belle was in the middle of her solo, something about getting a book from the library, when I felt it.

That's right, a large, soft, warm hand, sliding across the armrest and trespassing onto my seat. Is Fang really doing this? Is he actually going to grab my hand? My heartbeat was accelerating, and I could already feel my palms becoming sweaty. I began to panic- what do I say? How do I react? I felt it come closer, and closer, until finally, all I felt was a poke upon my cheek. Thank god.

"What? I'm trying to listen." I whispered furiously to him, as though his mere movement had nearly driven my heartbeat into cardiac arrest.

"As if. You've been staring at the wall for the entire show." He whispered back.

"How I am supposed to know where the stage is?"

"I think someone even with your brain capacity can figure out where the sound is coming from, Max. Especially since you write songs yourself and all that." He shifted and leaned closer to me. "By the way, I wanted to ask you. Have you ever written songs about me? I mean, I'm attractive, kind, charming..."

"Shut up!" An old man behind us snapped. "Teenagers..."

I stifled my laughter behind my hand, while Fang hurrumphed and slumped down in his seat.

"You shut up..." He muttered under his breath. I sighed.

This was going to be a very long show.