It's been too long! ILYGSM!

I'm a little rusty, but ENJOY!

So, I said yes.

Fang picked me up at eight that night, and of course I had no clue as to where the hell he was taking me. Well, I knew it wasn't a restaurant; too late for that. And Fang's not really the type of guy to take a girl to a movie, either. And that's all the variety of dates I've been on.

What else is there?

He told me to dress light, giving me a clue that we weren't going anywhere fancy, so I just wore a white tank top and some faded jean-shorts. But now I can't tell if it even had anything to do with the destination of our date, or if it was simply to see me in less clothing.

Yeah, I thought the latter sounded more like Fang, too.

Anyway, to be totally honest, I didn't really care where we went. I was having fun just driving around with him in this junky car.

Drunk in Love by Beyoncé was blasting so loud that the car bounced with every beat, the windows were rolled all the way down, and the way Fang sang the chorus falsetto was killing me.

"We be all night, looo-ooo-ove!" I was laughing so fucking hard, tears blurred my vision.

We'd been on the road for at least 20 minutes now, though. What the hell was he planning?

Fang suddenly parallel parked by some shops that were fairly unfamiliar to me. My eyebrows sewed together in confusion as he got out of the car. I opened the door and did the same.

"Y'know, you're supposed to let me do that for you," Fang said, shaking his head as he made his way towards me.

"My arms work just as well," I replied to his sexist comment, "Maybe even better."

Fang just smirked at me, as he took my hand it his. God, he was hot.

"Um, where are we by the way?" I asked, curious.

He took my head in his and roughly whispered in my ear, "It's a secret."

I almost swooned.

I'm sorry, but have you ever heard Fang's voice before? How do I describe such a thing. . . Let's just put it this way- when he speaks on a normal level, it's hot as hell; when he whispers? He's freaking seducing my ears.

Fang led me down the long sidewalk as I began to put the puzzle pieces together. The air smelled salty, like the ocean, also I could spot sand in the nearing distance.

"We're going to a beach?" I asked, surprised.

"Not just any beach," Fang informed me with smug smile playing on his handsome face. "A private beach."

"And how do you have access to this 'private beach'?" I asked, inquisitive.

"My dad owns a share of the hotel nearby, and it included an all-time pass over here." He told me, sounding proud. For some reason, I couldn't help but question if I was just another one of Fang's countless girlfriends he brought here just to bag. The thought left a sour taste in my mouth. I huffed.

I'm getting waaay too carried away already. I'm not even his girlfriend yet, ha.

"What?" Fang noticed my inner battle. I just shook my head.

We finally reached some wooden stairs that apparently led to the actual private beach area. When we finally reached the top, I paused.

I had to admit, this was pretty fucking awesome. There was no trace of any other human within sight. Just sand, some blue and white beach chairs, and the persistent ocean. It was dark outside, but it didn't matter; everything was so clear.

"Whoa," was my amazing reaction to the scene. Fang then took my hand once again and that damn feeling took over my body. It was like my heart jumped into my throat and had somehow grew wings that kept flapping up and down there.

God, it was annoying as fuck.

I followed Fang to a pair of beach chairs near the water; my cheeks were still heated and I felt so blessed to have the gift of darkness.

Before we even essentially reached the chairs, Fang was already kicking off his dark sneakers, and pulling off his signature black tee-shirt. I literally wiped the corner of my mouth to make sure I wasn't drooling. His tan muscles . . . his arms . . . his abs. God, I'm telling you he wants this. Me, to get all crazy hormonal on him. Well, he can try all he wants, this girl is not another one of his little whores. Nah ah.

I was staring too long. Fang's dark eyes met mine.

"Uh, I- I um, I- you didn't tell me to bring a bathing suit!" I stumbled, pathetically.

"Exactly." He implied, nonchalantly.

I hit his arm, hard. "Fang!" He grabbed it before I could pull it back and scooped me up like I was a friggin' feather. "What the fu-" Then he started towards the ocean.

No.

"No, Fang!" I yelled at him, kicking my legs in every possible direction. The water was up to his ankles. "Stop! No!" Rising to his knees, "Argh!" I punched his hard back with both of my clenched fists, but if it was effecting him at all, he didn't show it. His shorts were getting more soaked by the second. "No, no, no, ah-!"

He threw me in like a football.

As I resurfaced from the splashy, rippling salt water, I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. And Fang actually laughed, which I never really saw him do in public that often; he mostly snickered (if that, even).

But he still hadn't dunked in. "You ass!" I yelled, and lunged at him with all my might, tackling him into the shallow sea water. Now we both couldn't stop our laughter.

Fang pushed me off of him, so that he could dunk me back, yet again. I managed to escape his grip, giggling as I let him chase me.

"Ah!" I cackled, tripping over a huge stone in the water. "No!" I giggled before he could catch me. I splashed him in the face.

"Hey!" He protested, plashing me back. I just did it right back, and we kept going back and forth until he ultimately seized me, wrapping his toned arms around mine, so I had to surrender.

"Okay, okay! Fine, I give up!" I finally let out, panting with laughter.

"Wait a second. . ." He loosened his grip. "Maximum Ride has given up?" Mock surprise colored his husky tone.

Yeah, fucking right!

I tackled him for the final time, falling over him into the salty water with a squeal.

"Ha!" I snickered with pride.

"No fair!" Fang complained, still laughing.

"You should know better, Fangy," I teased. "Maximum Ride never gives up."

"Or I just let you win." Fang interjected, suspiciously.

"Oh, and why would you do that?" I asked, incredulous.

"It's like number one in the 'girlfriend rule book'," He said in a duh tone. "Always let her win."

Let me win? Let me win? Ha!He did not just let me-

Wait.

Her as in me?

Me as in girlfriend?

Um.

Did Fang just call me his girlfriend?

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xx,

A.O.L.