A/N: I'm new, and this is my first fanfic

A/N: I'm new, and this is my first fanfic. Sorry if any characters seem OOC, but it'll make sense as the story goes on. So, here it is- the feast de resistance…..lol.

Hey, it's Max. Again…

It's been a while since we went to Antarctica and helped stop Global Warming- over a year. Things have kind of died down; we're only in the press about once a month. Even then, it's only about new bills being considered and how we inspired Congress-people to think them up.

The world's pretty much the same, but we still see snippets of news on the little TV we glimpse about new research going on to develop new ways of defeating global warming. Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it.

The flock- oh jeez, how they've grown. Angel hasn't developed any new powers- no one has, except for Fang, who got my super speed (from the blood transfusion a while back). Angel gets more mature everyday, her hair growing longer as she inches her way taller. I really can't believe she's only seven.

Gazzy has developed, too. He and Iggy are working on ways to develop bombs that are safe to carry, but pack a punch when detonated. They actually singed their eyebrows off during one experiment with different chemicals. I'll spare you the details in between, but let me tell you, that was one bomb that I was glad they blew up. Being nine made it funnier.

Nudge has grown to be absolutely gorgeous. She still looks like a short-ish model when she cleans up. I swear, she could pass for a sixteen-year-old and she's only twelve. Guys have actually followed her with their eyes, but Fang and Iggy always defend her, daring one of the 'pervs' (as they call them) to get any closer.

Iggy is still my blind pyro chef. He looks like he's gotten taller, even though he was already six-foot-two. It's probably my imagination. He and Fang have gotten closer, more brotherly than I've ever seen them; and that's saying something. His hair is still strawberry blonde, and he still looks like a three-scoop ice cream cone- tall and skinny.

Lastly- Fang. I've actually had enough time to think about him. I just don't know what to think. We've been hanging out more. For some reason, Fang looks- wait, not necessarily happier, per say, but calmer, more relaxed around me. He cracks a smile more often than he used to, but other than that, we communicate the old fashioned way- nonverbally. We know each other too well.

Since the whole speech-in-front-of-Congress thing, we've grown, so our looks have changed; we're not frequently recognized anymore. We just try to stay away from all the big cities.

Right now, all six of us (we left Total and Akila at mom's for fear of carrying 60 pounds of dog on our backs) were at a small hotel in Italy. Why Italy, you ask? We're not ready to face the US just yet. We decided to go international for the next several months or so, and Italy is the first stop on our European tour- there aren't any Itex facilities here, or anywhere else for that matter.

As we settled into our rooms- girls in one, boys in the other- I was headed to the shower in my room. I almost- almost jumped for joy at the feel of the hot water.

Ten minutes later, I got out, reluctantly, got dressed and went back to my room.

"Boys," I called through their door (our rooms are adjoining), "Meeting. Now."

One by one, they came in, my girls already at my side. We all sat down on the two beds as I prepared myself for my announcement.

"Okay guys, listen up," I began. "I've decided that we can take a break from our hectic life. We need a vacation, and this one will last a long time. We may move away from here, but it'll be because we'll want to go someplace else for fun." Cheers erupted all around me, except for Fang, who grinned, lighting up our little huddle. "Anyway, I just want you guys to enjoy this. Now go have fun!"

Angel caught up with me after everyone started to scatter. "Max, Nudge and I are going to the boys' room to play some video games."

I had my suspicions, but I let it slide, this time. "Okay, Ange, just try to go easy on them." I smiled.

"Okay, Max!" she grinned mischievously.

I watched them all leave. Iggy, Angel, Nudge, Gazzy……aww crap.

I turned to the other bed to find Fang sitting there, not joining the others. Those little buggers.

He looked up at me, so I looked up as well, and we just stared. It wasn't one of those creepy, awkward, stalkerish stares, but we tried to say what we needed to through our eye contact. Then Fang broke the silence.

"So," he asked cautiously, "Where are we?"

I knew where he was going with this, so I faked by saying, "Italy, Fang--"

"Max," he warned, "You know what I mean. Where's the us in you and me? We need to make a decision. Now, for the kids' sakes. They don't need us confused about each other, with our thoughts muddled. Tell me what you think of us, Max."

Okay, I couldn't help it, I stared at him. He rarely makes a speech this long, and never on a subject as mushy as feelings. This is Fang we're talking about. I looked down at my jeans a couple seconds later, not answering him.

Instead, he got up, grabbed my hand and led me onto the balcony outside the room. What I saw made my mind go floop.

Fang and I were facing the most beautiful, magnificent, gorgeous sunset. I never would've thought I would see something in nature that was so magical.

"It's beautiful," I gushed to Fang, my eyes transfixed on the setting sun.

"Yeah, but that's an understatement," he replied. "But not as beautiful as you," I heard him mumble under his breath.

I thought my heart would stop right then and there. I jerked my head around to ask him if he really said that, but I got caught in his gaze, his face less than a foot away from mine. His chocolate brown eyes were pulling me in. I was stunned. I never really realized how dark Fang's eyes were, but at the same time, they were shining so bright I thought I would keel over from all the fantastical beauty.

As I struggled for words, I was subconsciously away that we were leaning toward each other, closing what little space was between us.

Without warning, Fang reached out, grabbed me and pulled me close to his hard, muscular chest, embracing me in a warm hug. My brain shut down, but it still returned the hug, nuzzling my face closer to him. He smelled so darkly sweet, and I never wanted to let go.

As I thought that, he pulled away slightly and leaned in again. I closed my eyes and as Fang's lips gently brushed mine, my mind went blank- so I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen our kiss.

If anyone wants to help with my stories, please feel free to ask….I'm new so I may need help figuring all this out.

Peace, love and dreams of Edward.