A/N- Hey-o.

Chapter 9- Fang's POV

***Monday Morning***

"Fang, don't forget your lunch!" my mom yelled to me. I nodded and grabbed my lunch and stuffed it in my backpack. I walked out the door and made my way to school. Today was the day to ask Lissa- it was pretty much a given that she'd say yes. She tries to throw herself on me every day.

When I got to school and was getting my books from my locker, I decided it would be best to wait until the end of the school day to ask her. So now all I had to do was get through the day. This is going to take a while.

I trudged off to my first class, World History, and sat through the boring lectures. I kind of just scribbled in my notebook, unaware of what I was drawing. After about five minutes, I looked down, and what it said killed me a little. Max, it read. I closed my notebook angrily, trying to forget about her. I started to pay attention more to get my mind of her.

After that was English, then Science, next Art (we have to take it), and then Spanish. Lissa was in my class for Spanish, but so was Max. And Max was also in my Art class, and I was trying my best to avoid her.

In Spanish, I looked over my shoulder to my left, where Max was sitting in the back corner. She was starting her homework early, like the way she usually did. She looked up and saw me looking. She mouthed "What?" and I just shook my head and turned around.

"Okay, class," Mrs. Lopez said, "that's all for today. You all have ten minutes to talk or finish up your homework."

I groaned. I finished my homework already, and usually the only person I usually talk to is Max. I snuck a peek to see if she was still working or not. She waved me over to sit by her desk, but I looked away.

Maybe she didn't see me, I thought to myself. But she called my name, so I really had no choice but to get up and go over to her desk.

"Yes?" I asked impatiently.

"Whoa, what's with the attitude? Can't I ask my best friend to talk every once in a while?" she shot right back.

I shrugged. "Sorry."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyways, Iggy got a date to the dance. I'm not sure if I should tell Ella yet."

"Well, it's just a dance. I mean, just because you go to the dance with someone, it doesn't mean you're dating," I told her. At least that's what I thought.

Max sighed. "Yeah, but still. She's totally in love with him. And who knows who she could possibly hear it from? Do you think I should tell her?"

I shrugged. "Well what was Iggy supposed to do? Ask a seventh grader to the dance? This is the graduation dance, Max."

"Well.. I dunno. Maybe I'll tell her when we get home," she told me.

I didn't reply. She tried to break the silence first. "So… who are you going with?"

I shrugged. It kept her guessing. "Dunno. Isn't Sam gonna ask you?"

She sighed. "Well, if he gets turned down by Lauren… So I probably will say no."

She looked down at her notebook, uncomfortable with the new silence. She looked as if Sam was the only guy at this school who wanted to ask her. Well only like five guys wanna ask her, but still. That's more than anybody else. Except For Lissa.

She continued to look down at her notebook, probably just scribbling random stuff to make it look like she's actually doing something not useless. Soon enough she couldn't handle the silence that I was sincerely grateful for. "So, you asking anybody…?"

I looked her straight in the eye. "Like who?" I hope that one got her.

She quickly shrugged. And I could've sworn that she blushed a little bit. "Um… Whoever you want to."

"Hmm… I see. And who do you think I want to ask?" I grilled. This was getting too much fun.

She shrugged once again and rolled her eyes. "Like you've ever told me that kind of stuff."

"Touché."

"Class dismissed!" Mrs. Lopez shouted above the chatter of the class. Everyone got up and filed out of the class. I said goodbye to Max and we walked separate ways to each of our lockers. I sighed as I put all my books away. I wasn't supposed to be talking to her!

She's your best friend. People tend to talk to their best friends,I thought to myself.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

Lunch passed by quick enough, with me only saying a grand total of seven words to everyone, which was a little higher than I hoped but was better than what could've been. I tried to remember what class Lissa had next when I threw my garbage away. I couldn't remember even though she had told me a couple days earlier. I guess I was too busy was too busy staring at- I mean thinking about the dance.

Finding her was fairly easy, considering her hot pink shirt stood out from everyone else's. She was busy applying a ginormous coat of lip gloss and she puckered her lips at a mirror in her locker. I winced. Her posse was standing to the right of her, all of them whispering and giggling.

I rolled my eyes, and walked over to her. I cleared my throat so she could tell I was there.

She smiled big and her eyes popped. "Fang! What brings you over here this time of day?"

When I took a deep breath, she flipped her flaming red hair over her shoulders. "I was wondering if you were going to the graduation dance with anybody."

"Of course not silly. Why were you wondering?" she batted her eyelashes. I internally rolled my eyes at her over-dramatic-ness.

"Be my date?" I said quickly, wanting to get it over with. I kept telling myself this would all be worth it in the end.

She brought her hand up to her chin, as if she was thinking it over, andas if she didn't know what her answer was. "Absolutely."

What am I getting myself into? I thought, but ignored it. "Great. See you 'round?"

She smirked. "Yes you will."

I nodded and turned around and headed back to my locker. That was easier than I thought.

POV- Max

"Mom! We're home!" I yelled, but I didn't hear a response. I looked at Ella, but she just shrugged. I walked over to the kitchen table, and on it was a note:

Max & Ella,

Got an emergency call from work. I'll be home around eight. I left money for you to order Chinese. There's enough money for you to invite the kids over. Have fun and sorry for the late notice!

Love,

Mom

I picked up the note and read it aloud to Ella. She looked at me, and bit her lip. I knew she was thinking about asking Iggy over for dinner.

"Ells, sit down. We need to chat," I said, preparing myself for the worst. For good measure, I grabbed the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream carton and a spoon and handed them to her. I guided her into the living room and motioned for her to sit down.

"Ice cream? Sitting down? C'mon Max. Who died?" Ella asked jokingly. Her heart in about ten seconds, I thought.

"Well, someone I know got a date to the graduation dance."

"Oh, my God! Who is Fang going with? I'll kill her!" she said furiously and stood up. I pushed her back down to her chair.

"Wait, what? Fang? No! That's not who I'm talking about," I said.

She looked confused. "Then who is-" She stopped mid-sentence and sudden look of realization crossed her face slowly.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. Unless you want me to kill him for you," I said, getting up and sitting next to her. She shook her head.

"I followed Seventeen's '50 Tips To Get Him To Notice…' I, I-" she put her head in her hands. "I'm such an idiot. Why would Iggy want anything to do with a stupid little sevie like me? I'm not even that pretty."

"Ella…" I groaned. "Don't you their think that. You're the smartest, funniest, prettiest sevie I know. I'm not lying. And I'm obviously always right, so it's his loss. And he's a fool for not agreeing with me."

I wrapped my arms around her and she buried her head in my shoulders. Slowly, I could feel my sleeve being saturated.

Oh, God. She's crying, I thought. I slowly rubbed her back and told her it was going to be okay.

And the worst part was, it wasn't me she wanted here, holding her. It was Iggy.

I heard her little sobs in my shoulder. Yeah Ella was a crier, but usually when Iggy went out with a girl, the relationship ended before Ella could even find out. They never lasted more than two days. But she was already devastated that he would be moving on to high school while she was stuck alone in junior high.

"It's okay, everything will be alright…" I whispered. After another five minutes of that, she lifted her head up. I handed her the ice cream and spoon, and she practically ripped it out of my hands. What can I say? I know my sister.

A few hours later, Ella and I had already made up a list of ways we could kill Iggy. Of course I wouldn't, because Iggy was one of my best friends, but I let Ella have her fun.

I knew she wouldn't want to invite anyone over, so she and I ordered Chinese just for the two of us. After we finished eating, she insisted that she was fine and that she just wanted some alone time and she went up to her room.

I peeked out the back window and saw Fang sitting beside the pool. He got up from the lawn chair and climbed up the stairs of the tree house. He had his hands on his forehead, the exact spot he puts them when he's thinking hard and wants to be alone.

So, naturally, I got up and went out. I jumped his fence rather quietly, and climbed up the stairs. I peeked my head in, and he didn't notice me pull myself up, as his back was to me. I quietly walked over and sat next to him.

I tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and turned around quickly, but rolled his eyes when he saw it was me. I sat down next to him.

"Hi."

"Hi," he shot back rather sarcastically.

"Jeez, what's with the attitude problem lately?" I asked. It was really starting to get on my nerves.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"'I don't know what you're talking about' my ass. Seriously, what's been stuck up your butt lately?" I asked.

"Nothing," he shot back bitterly. Which obviously meant, "Everything."

"Okay then," I said. "I told Ella. She's devastated."

"She must be pretty jealous," he thought out loud.

I rolled my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock. She's liked Iggy for years. Of course she's jealous. "

"Well, would if she didn't really like him that much. But he liked her. Would she still be jealous then?" he asked curiously (and hopefully hypothetically).

"That's ridiculous. If he liked her, why would he ask somebody else? Would be trying to make her jealous?" I asked.

Fang rolled his eyes. "That would be the point. If she was totally oblivious to the fact that he liked her. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

"Do what? Be a total jackass by using another girl?" I shot back.

Fang looked hurt by that one. "No. Maybe the girl he's trying to make jealous, made him jealous first. And that's the only way he think he can win her back."

"That's absolutely ridiculous! If that were me, I'd be pissed! And if I like the boy, I would just tell him my feelings," I started yelling. I could feel a debate coming on.

"But if the girl made the boy jealous, it doesn't matter if she does it intentionally! Making someone jealous is making someone jealous! There's no difference!" he yelled right back.

I somehow managed to scoot closer to him subconsciously. "That's completely insane! If a boy has feelings for a girl, he should just tell her!"

"It's not that simple! He always gives hints, but she's way too oblivious! You gotta get her attention somehow!" he shouted.

And closer. "Telling a girl you like her is not that hard! She'll understand!"

Fang rolled his eyes. "Oh really? And I bet it's just as easy for a girl to tell a guy she likes him!"

And closer. "Duh! It's not brain surgery!"

Fang grabbed my shoulders and looked me directly in the eyes. "Max. Listen to yourself!"

And closer. "You listen to yourself! You're the one being completely ridiculous!"

"Me? Be honest Max. If you like someone, you wouldn't just go up and tell them! It just doesn't work like that!"

"Whatever. I'm done fighting," I said. Fang's hands were still awkwardly on my shoulders, and his face was only a few inches from mine. I brought my left hand up to move a piece of hair out of my face but it accidentally hit Fang's wrist. My cheeks grew warm.

"I- um, sorry," I breathed.

"No it's fine," he said even quieter, and he brought his right hand up and moved the piece of hair out of my eyes. My cheeks got even redder and I brought my head down and I stared at the floor.

Why is he acting like this? I thought.

I lifted my head back up to sneak a peek back up at Fang, and my face was only about two inches away from his this time. I felt his left hand stroke my arm, and I shivered rather loudly. I hadn't ever seen his eyes, or face, this close. Ever. I noticed his eyes were really actually a black color, but with an extremely dark brown looking sun around the pupil.

"You have pretty eyes…" I breathed. I noticed his left hand was then around my waist, and he pulled me a little bit closer.

If either of us even moved even an inch, our lips would've touched.

It's not brain surgery, I reminded myself. I movedcloser, and all we had to do now was lean forward less than half an inch. Fang still had his left hand around my waist.

"Fang?" I murmured.

"Yeah?" he answered softly.

"Can I…" I trialed off.

I put my hands on his shoulders, and he pulled me even closer. How can we possibly be this close without …?

I slowly (as in putting it on slow-mo times 10) closed my eyes. Fang brought his right hand up from my neck to my cheek.

He was the one who leaned in the last centimeter, and finally our lips touched. I leaned my head a bit more to the left. I brought my hands from his shoulders to his hair. He pulled me even closer, so I was pressed up against him.

I was breathing heavily through my nose, and I took a second to breathe through my mouth, and then I brought my lips against his (surprisingly soft) lips. As my hands tangled in his hair he started bringing his lips down my jaw line, down to my neck, and back up again. His grip on my waist tightened.

Soon enough I almost pushed him over, but his elbow took the impact (ouch). So basically I was leaning over him. I brought my hands down and pressed them against his chest. His two lips started to suck on my lower one, and I shivered. He was tracing circles on my cheek with his pointer finger.

Snap.

I lifted my head up, and looked over at the tree house doorway and didn't see anything.

At first. But then I saw a little digital camera in the corner of the door, and awkwardly got off of Fang and went over and picked it up.

I showed it to him. "This yours…?"

He shook his head. His hair was all messed up from… yeah.

I looked down at the camera's screen, and a little green light was on.

Now Recording New Video, it said. The screen was staring down at the floor, where the lens was pointed.

Oh God. We're so screwed. I turned the camera over to its side, and it said, Property of Ella Martinez.

"She is so dead!" I yelled.

"Huh?"

"Ella snuck a camera up here and started videotaping… us," I said, not believing what I was saying.

"Oh shit," he whispered to himself.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… I know you don't like me like that. I'll just leave you alone here. We were just caught up in the moment."

Fang sighed. "Max…"

I shook my head. "No, Fang, seriously. It's cool. This never happened."

"But-"

"I'll see you in school," said and climbed down the ladder. I hopped the fence quickly and swiftly walked back to my back door. I walked in.

No Ella. I walked into the living room. No Ella. I walked up the stairs, and heard talking coming from her room. She was probably on the phone.

I knocked.

"Hang on a sec, I'm busy!" she yelled.

Of course, I just opened the door anyway and barged in. I grabbed the phone from her and pressed "end call."

"I was using that!" she yelled.

I raised my eyebrows. I help up the camera.

"Heh heh… About that. I thought you guys would've been like, oh I dunno, in twenty more minutes…"

I threw the camera at her. "You idiot! What is your problem! What possessed you to record me and Fang- …Oh, God. I'm such an idiot! Me and Fang were… ugh!"

"You weren't makin' me an aunt, were you?" she asked cautiously.

I think the glare I gave her could've killed puppies. "Ew! No! I'm not some sort of slut, you know! Oh, God… I shouldn't have… dammit, Fang is probably gonna hate me!"

Ella was watching the camera. "From the looks o' this, it doesn't look like Fang hates you at all. It looks like he loooooves you!"

That did it for me. I jumped onto her bed and tried to grab the camera. But she was too quick; she was expecting that. She rolled over and jumped off her bed. She ran over to her door and looked at me.

"Catch me if you can!" she yelled and darted out the room with the camera. I groaned. I rolled off her bed and ran out her room, and followed where I heard footsteps. I chased her down the stairs, around the dining room table, through the kitchen, out the back door, across the back patio, through our backyard, and over our fence.

When I was just starting to hop the fence, she was already halfway up the tree house. I climbed as fast as I could, but by the time I got to the top of the tree house ladder, Ella was already sitting next to Fang, forcing him to watch the video. Ella was laughing hysterically. I grabbed the camera out of her hands and deleted the video as fast as I could.

As I let out a sigh of relief, I chucked the camera back at Ella.

"OUT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Her eyes widened in fear. "Yes, ma'am."

She climbed down the ladder and went back into the house. I let out a huge breath I was holding in.

"Fang… I'm so, so, so sorry. Ella was out of control. She shouldn't have acted so immature."

Fang rolled his eyes. "Max, she's a sweet kid. Just give her some room to breathe. It was just a joke."

"Just a joke? That's all you have to say? You're not pissed at all?" I asked, shocked.

He shrugged. "Look, Max, about earlier. I-"

I held up my hand. "No, Fang. Please. I know you just want to drop it. So I'll give you your space. I understand."

"Max, I don't want space. I want… to…"

"Fang, it's okay. It never happened."

I turned around, and didn't even bother to take the ladder down. I jumped down and went back home.

Where I had absolutely nothing to do. Besides think about mine and Fang's make out session.

A/N- Wow. That chapter was extremely difficult to write. I'm sorry for the long wait, I have actually been working on this for over a week. And I was going to write last night, but I got an idea for a Degrassi fic, so if you watch Degrassi, put me on author alert and then you'll know when I'll post it.

I hope you guys liked the Fax this chapter. I hope I did it justice. If you didn't like it that much feel free to tell me, because this chapter was kind of outside my comfort zone of writing.

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