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MAX'S P.O.V.

My alarm clock started to buzz like a bee flying around your head because of the sweet aroma of your perfume, but just more annoying. I opened my eyes to see the illuminating red numbers on my alarm clock glow 7:15. I slammed the clock so it can stop hissing, and I smiled contently into my pillow when it stopped completely. But I then realized that today was the day of the fair and my date with Fang. Why do his dates always require me to be an early bird?

With much effort, I got up from my bed, unfortunately, and trudged all the way to my bathroom to get ready. After my ice cold shower, Eli used up all the precious hot water, I was almost nearly awake. I dressed myself in my white tank-top that I thought hugged my curves in all the right places. And on top of my tank-top was my black vest, which hung loosely around my torso. I wore my denim shorts that almost touched the tip of my fingers when I put my arms to my side. I walked to my closet to get my black gladiator sandals that I would be wearing. I was now glad that Eli painted my toenails black against my will last night. She slept over again.

I looked at myself in my mirror and mentally smiled at myself. I didn't look to shabby and best part is, I felt comfortable in my skin. I guess it was a good choice to ask Angel to help me pick out an outfit after Eli went to sleep last night.

Speaking of Eli, where was the devils' child's angel? I didn't see her on the floor next to my bed when I got up this morning. She couldn't possibly be in my bathroom. I was just in there. I looked at the time, it was 8:04. I had about an hour and a half before I had to meet Fang. Well, I guess I had to ready my weapons. I was going to hunt down the devils' child's angel.

My stomach rumbled, and I could have sworn it was thunder but then again, we were in Arizona. Thunder doesn't really happen here. Better get some breakfast so my stomach won't humiliate me in front of Fang. And I can't go hunting on an empty stomach. So I headed downstairs to get some Frosted Flakes.

I had my Frosted Flakes in my bowl and spoon in hand. I sat down to realize I had no milk. Well isn't that just wonderful? No, not really. When I closed the refrigerator door, I heard footsteps at the side of my house. The footsteps were light, which meant it was a girl who could be Eli, or a burglar trying to break in.

It was Eli, her black hair on top of her head was easy to recognize through one of the kitchen windows. Besides, why would a burglar try to sneak in at the break of day? That would be a little stupid. I put the milk on the counter next to the fridge and went to hide on the other side of the island in the middle of the kitchen.

I heard the screen door open, then closed and locked. That had to be Eli. The twins and Phil were fast asleep and Ella was at camp, mom was at work, which left Eli to be the rebel to leave and come back. Now why would she do that? Why would she get up so early? What was there to do at this time of day? Why didn't she leave a note? How about stop asking questions and actually try to answer them? Yeah, the last question sounds reasonable.

I got up and quietly went to the foot of the stairs. I made sure I wasn't heard or seen and let me tell you, I was pretty good at this being invisible stuff. I bet if the CIA needed a teenage girl to go undercover, they would ask me. I heard her enter my bedroom, my cue to silently travel up the stairs just like a black panther trying to avoid attention. I peaked inside my room to see she was walking toward my bed cooing my name like a grandmother would do to their grandson that fell off his bike. I'm glad I left my bed like I was still sleeping in it, because when she found out that I wasn't in bed, I slammed the door open and said "Well look who decided to show? Good morning devils' child's angel." I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Devils' child's angel," she questioned and slowly repeated the nickname I had given her, the nickname I never told her about. Oops. "Okay! Anyways! It's such a beautiful day out. Especially if you're flying-! Oh and the carnival! Oh couples are gonna fight for the spot on top of the Ferris wheel when the fireworks start! Who picked your outfit? It looks really pretty. I bet Angel helped you pick it out. I could tell because the sandals I know would not have been your first choice. And-"

"Stop talking." I made my voice stern and made sure she got the 'no funny business crap' sound in my tone. "I'm going to ask questions, and you're going to answer them. Just nod your head if you understand."

She nodded. "Okay. Let the interrogation begin." I gave a smirk. "Where did you go?"

"The fair grounds."

"Now why would you go there?"

"'Cause I wanted to check out the place, it opens at ten an-"

"Next question, who did you met?"

"J- Just how do you know I met someone?"

"Ha! So you did meet someone? I was bluffing about that. But apparently it's on your guilty conscious." I smirked at her.

She stared at me like she was accusing me of something. "I'm not guilty." She stuck her tongue out like Gazzy does when he doesn't want to take a bath. "I just don't want to get in trouble with the person I met up with. It kinda concerns you, besides when you go to the carnival, you'll find out what I did this morning. So let's go get breakfast." Then she leaped out of my bed and through the door.

I followed her down to the kitchen. I saw that she put milk in my cereal. She was doing nice little things so I wouldn't get her in trouble, I just know it. It was time to get her in trouble then, to make her feel worse. Oooh I'm so going to have fun with this.

"You could have left a note, you know? I was seriously thinking of skipping my date with Fang to go find you. Actually, I was thinking of going to Fang and ask him to help me find you." The look I gave was accusing, but with a dash of playful.

"Just don't try to make me feel guilty. 'Cause if you do, your attempt will just end up in failure," she laughed. I guess that didn't go the way I planned.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Just eat your breakfast."

She chuckled.

When we finished cleaning the dishes, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Iggy leaning against the door frame. When he did that, anyone could tell that Fang was his brother.

"Who is it Max?" Eli asked coming to see over my shoulder. "Oh. Hey Iggy, what's up?"

"Good morrow ladies. Don't you both look fair?" Iggy said with a flirtatious smile that went more towards Eli. "Your chariot awaits, dear Maxie."

Eli chuckled, "Maxie?"

I gave her a death glare that wiped the grin off her face. "It's Max. Get it straight. And what are you talking about a chariot?"

Iggy stepped aside to reveal a four wheeled dirt bike. My eyes rent bugged eyed. "When did you get that? Can I trust that you won't get me killed if I ride with you on it?"

He gave a small laugh. "You like? It's a rental. My dad got it like a couple of weeks ago. And no duh you can trust me on it. I mean Fang wouldn't have asked me to give you a ride if he knew I was a crazy driver on it." There was a slight pause as we all looked at the cool black and blue dirt bike. "Well? What are you waiting for Maxie? Let's get going."

"It's Max," I growled. I started to head down to the bike, alongside Iggy. He gave me a black helmet. I put it on and got on. I wrapped my arms around Iggy once he got on and turned on the bike. "What? No helmet?"

"I don't need one." He gave me a sly grin.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You're hard headed enough that your nothing can penetrate your head," I rolled my eyes at him.

"Exactly," his sly grin was still intact on his face.

"Hey! What about me?" Eli asked outraged.

"Sorry Scar. Only Max, but I promise to come back for you," he winked at her.

"Nah, it's okay. I'll just skate there." Then she left to get her board.

As Eli jogged away, Iggy stared after her. After she was out of sight and in her house, he put his on sunglasses, which were on top of his head all the while we talked, and he drove off.

"So," I stated. It was hard to hear me under the rush of the wind along with the roar of the motor. "What's with Eli's nickname, Scar?" I had to repeat myself so he could hear me.

"It's a secret that only she and I share." He hollered over the feverish rush of the wind.

"So what's going on between the both of you?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," his once soft smiled had vanished from his lips, along with the joy on the memory he was just reminiscing about. "We're just friends." He said it as if it was a curse.

We came to a red light. But I didn't register that until after I said, "But I know you want something going on between you guys." I gasped when I realized he could hear me.

He stared at me with disbelief. "Who told you that?"

"Umm…" I was thankful when the light turned green. "Hey look! You can go now. The lights green."

He started off. "I wanna know how you know that Max. Please?"

If I didn't know any better, it sounded as if he were pleading. "No one told me. I swear."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Kind of."

"Well isn't that great? It's obvious and she doesn't even realize." He sounded tired.

"Well, do you know why she doesn't realize?" Because I know I sure do.

"Yeah, I know. It's 'cause of Jay. Rose told me." He stated.

"Who's Jay?"

"Your boyfriend."

Oh yeah, right. I keep forgetting that's his real name. "I'm real sorry Iggy. But hey? If you ever need anyone to talk too that isn't Fang or Eli? I'm all ears." I smiled.

"Thanks Max. I'm actually way happier that you're my sister-in-law now." Iggy said genuinely.

"Wait, what?" I screeched.

His roaring of laughter got caught and mixed up with the sound of the motor.

We were on the fair grounds and it was around nine-thirty, and it was already swarming with busy bees. Iggy was leading me towards Fang. And the more I thought about it, the more I wondered what the hell Fang was planning. It must be something big if he sent Iggy to pick me up and not him. I turned toward Iggy.

"I'm not gonna tell ya." He said.

"What was I going to say?" I smirked. His assumption of my question was probably wrong.

"Where the hell are you taking me? What's Fang planning? What's so big that I had to go fetch you? And I ain't answering one of those questions." His grin waxed as mine waned.

"Shut up." And I pushed a laughing Iggy to the side.

"Actually, I'll answer one of those questions." We rounded a corner of a tent and he pointed and said, "That's what's so big that I had to go fetch ya." Iggy then turned and started to retreat to where we arrived. "Hope you have fun, Maxie!"

I stood there, listening to Iggy's laughter die down. I was stunned. How could I have missed that? It was huge and colorful! Now I know where and who Eli had been this morning. She was helping Fang.

I saw Fang standing right in front of it. "Well don't just stand there! Come over here!" He shouted.

I then felt my legs move without my command. I was too busy focusing on the gigantic thing in front of me. It's a good thing I'm not afraid of heights.

(I was going to end here but since I haven't updated for a while, I'm going to keep writing. So ENJOY)

IGGY'S P.O.V.

I jogged back to my bike and wasn't surprised to see Eli there. Seeing her always makes me happy, but after talking to Max about Eli, I wasn't as thrilled as I usually was. Once she heard me coming she looked up and said with a delicate smile, "You owe me a ride."

"Yeah, right," I said.

She gave me a puppy dog face. It wasn't quite like the Bambi eyes, (even though she conquered the Bambi eyes a while ago) and it was less effective. But she knew I'd fall faster for the puppy dog face than for the eyes. "Ugh. Fine, but you wear the helmet and I chose the location."

"Deal," she wrapped her arms around me once I got on. And that's the way I liked it, around me and not Fang. I started to head toward the park.

It's not that I'm jealous of my brother. I couldn't blame him. Fang couldn't help it. And Fang didn't know about Eli's crush on him. He's so oblivious to it just like she's oblivious to mine. I talked to Fang a lot about this, or at least as much as I can. He found out, of course, that I liked her. And from what I know and what Fang swears, he doesn't like Eli in that way. He loves her though. But it was the same love that he felt for Nudge, family love; she was a sister to him and nothing else. And I was okay with that.

We reached the park and I parked my bike. Eli started to head off in the direction of the playground, as usual, but I grabbed her hand and started off towards the tree house that was hidden among a bunch of trees. It was our secret place. When she realized where we were going she gave a mischievous grin. "Race ya!" Then we headed toward the tree house.

I ended up in the tree house first, of course. I had time to catch my breath when Eli came waltzing in. "How come you keeping beating me all of a sudden." She gave out a chuckle.

"Because before I would always hold back, but now that we're going to be turning fifteen soon, I have to show my dominance on you."

She threw a pillow at me. "Ow."

"Oh, suck it up. 'I have to show my dominance on you'," she tried to imitate me by making her voice go low. Then with her normal voice she said "Sike! And besides, you would never hold back from me. You had to give it your all when I was holding back." Her laugh was so delicious and rich sounding; I could have eaten it up all the time.

The tree house was like our secret place, Eli's and mine. We didn't build it, but it was unique. There were two floors; the first floor was very close to the ground. There were only three steps that you needed to climb if you wanted to get to it. It had a roof and it was tall. If I could stand up straight without my hair brushing the ceiling then it was tall. I'm passing 5' 7" already. Eli would get mad at me for being a head taller; she was only 5'3", on the verge of being 5'4". But we both knew that she was not going to catch up with me. I was on the brink of 5'8".

There was a second floor to the tree house, but it wasn't necessarily connected to the first. The roof of the first floor would have a hatch and under it and above it, it had a ladder. The ladder under the hatch, helped Eli and I reach the ladder above it that would lead to the actual tree house. It was an exact replica of the first floor, just less wide.

We were eight when we first discovered the tree house, and after a while we brought up pillows, blankets, pictures, posters, skateboards, and stuff that meant a lot to us. For instance, she brings her music here and likes to show it to me. She even composed music for me. I play the drums, cello, a little of the violin, and the piano. Yeah, I know, it's a lot of instruments for the kid who gets B's all the time, but it was our thing. Eli could play the piano, violin, a little of the cello, and the drums. We taught each other how to play these instruments. I showed her how to play the cello and drums, and vice versa. All these things that bring us together, those are the things that I keeping holding on to and gives me hope that'll she'll get over Fang and finally see me. I know now that he would never like her in that way. He cares for Max too much. I know it might be weird because they know each other for a short amount of time, but it's true. And the way he talks about Max, or plays on his guitar, I can tell he's falling in love with her.

Anyways, I'm getting all sentimental, and I don't like when that happens because it's not manly. So I will change this topic.

After Eli got settled on the pillows that were here, I sat down across from her. "So?" she started "When did you start driving that thing? And isn't it illegal to drive, cause your fourteen?"

"My dad is teaching me and Fang how to drive it. We both wanna drive motorcycles instead of cars. So this is the first step. And our dad lets us drive it because we've gotten really good and because we're going to get permits soon. He's going to teach us how to ride on actual motorcycles soon. But I have to say, my dad has crazy teaching styles." I chuckled and so did she.

"Wow. Well ain't that something?" she chuckled again. "Hey? I got a preposition for you."

I gave her a questioning look.

"I'm learning how to drive a car right now and you're learning how to ride a motorcycle, once we both know how to each of them, I'll teach you how to drive. And you'll teach me how to ride! What about that?"

Eli is always coming up with these things. It was her idea for us to learn instruments and teach one another. "You've got a deal." More alone time with you? Then no way am I passing up this opportunity. "And Scar? I have to tell you something."

"Yeah," she asked.

"I got accepted to that skate camp that Coach signed me up for."

"Oh my God! That's great!"

"I'm leaving next Monday and I'm going to be gone for three weeks." I said it in a rush. And I decided if her reaction was hesitant, then she did feel the same way I did for her, even if she didn't know it yet.

"Oh… wow. Three weeks?" She frowned a little. She was a little stunned because I caught her by surprise. "You better call everyday then." She forced a little smile, and gave me a hug and squeezed tightly.

I returned the hug with all the force she gave me. She was hesitant and wanted me to call her every day. Bingo!

MAX'S P.O.V.

I reached Fang and he planted one delicate kiss on my lips. "Hey. I hope you're not afraid of heights."

I shook my head. "How did you get this?" I asked, skeptical if the hot air balloon was right in front of me.

Fang took my hand and helped me in. "My uncle owns a business, and he lent me one. And don't worry; I know how to fly it." He gave me a smirk.

Once I got in, I noticed that there was a picnic basket and guitar case next to me. How long are we going to be in this thing? As if he could read my mind, he said "I'm planning to stay here till seven. But if you want we could come down sooner. Or you don't need to ride at all?"

"NO! Actually that sounds awesome. This is pretty sick." I gave him a smile.

"Sick?" He arched an eyebrow. "You've been hanging out with Elizabeth too much."

I chuckled at the comment. He was right. "Okay, you might wanna hang onto something. I'm about to shake the basket a little."

Before I knew it, we were in the air. When I looked down everyone and everything didn't look as small as ants. They were much smaller. "I wish I brought a camera with me."

Fang put his head down. "Damn. The thing that everyone wants to bring and I forget it."

I gave him a smile and a kiss on his cheek. "You went to get us this," I pointed at the balloon. "And you know what? Memories are way better than photos." I had no idea what I was saying. I had never done this before; Fang was my first real boyfriend. And I'm glad he was.

He seemed disappointed. Like he wanted everything to be perfect, and he thought that forgetting a camera made his hard work go down the drain. And I wanted to fix that.

He looked up and gave a smile that was as small as a mint leaf, but it was there. That's all that mattered.

When Fang was doing something to the balloon, I looked inside the picnic basket. I was curious to see what he had packed, but instead of looking at food, I found a camera on top of everything in the basket. It had a note.

Dear Fang,

You've been such a worry wart lately. What up with that? It's quite funny. So, me being the best little brother you have! I made sure you had a camera to capture your lovey dovey date in that big hot air balloon that I call your head.

Your only and most annoying brother,

Iggy

Iggy could be a pain, but he was a sweetheart in the inside. The note made me smile. I put the note back in the basket and hid the camera from Fang. I put the camera on silence. And, very sneaky and unnoticeable, took a picture of Fang working on the balloon. Perfect, I thought. Then I took some pictures of the ground and sky and the horizon.

When Fang was finished with what he was doing, I said, "Hey! Fang," and as he turned around I took a picture. The picture was better than the first. It showed his face more. Not to mention that he seemed relaxed and himself in the picture.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked completely lost. He kept this a surprised from me, so he knew I couldn't have the camera.

I gave him the note Iggy wrote. After reading it he gave a small smile. Excellent, I took another picture of him and his genuine smile.

"Okay Max, I need you to give me the camera."

"Why?" I arched my eyebrow at him.

"Because you look so gorgeous in your outfit, photographers couldn't help but take pictures of you. You look too much of a goddess."

Even though he was playing around, I could feel my cheeks go pink a little. "And because," he continued, "I think you took enough pictures of me. It's your turn now." He smirked.

"Well to bad, I ain't given it to you." I stuck my tongue out at him.

Since the space of the basket was so small, he got me cornered easily. He was a head taller than me, so he towered over me a little. He brought his face close to mine. "Oh really, and why not?" His eyes would only look at my lips; his eyes looked hungry for them like a baby eagle was to take his first flight. My breath caught inside my lungs. He was making my breathing come in random gasps. And by the way that one side of his mouth twitched up, I could tell he was happy with the effect he had on me. And just like that, he had taken away the camera away from. The rest was kind of a blur of fun, adrenaline, and exhilaration.

Once we had calmed down, we had lunch. Fang packed something as simple as fruits, peanut butter sandwiches, and water. He also packed peach and apple pie and it was good. After he finished packing up I asked, "What know?"

"How about I teach you how to play guitar?"

"How about you play for a little while before teaching me?"

"That sounds good too."

Before I knew it, we had to head back down to the ground. While we were descending towards the ground, a man that looked like Steven was on the ground. "That's my Uncle Zeke. He's the one that lent me the balloon," Fang explained when the balloon was safely on the ground and tied down.

"Well then, I should go say thank you uh?"

He shrugged. "I think he'll like that."

We walked up to his uncle and did introductions. Turns out Zeke really likes me. He has a house in the Big Apple, and wants to have Fang and me over for company someday.

Fang and I were on the stage looking for Eli. Our date was fantastic. Now I just have to sing in front of (hopefully not) huge amounts of people. Isn't that fantastic? For Eli and other people, yes. Not so much for me.

I turned around because I heard footsteps coming toward me. "We're up on stage in ten!" Said the Devils' Child's Angel told me.

Great, ten minutes until all hell breaks loose.