I stretched myself and kicked the covers, wound too tight for my liking. I eyed the digital clock on my bedside table. It read 3:08 in big blue numbers. Sighing, I turned on my side, hoping to swift back away into dreamland, where the currency is chocolate-chip cookies, but then I remembered everything.

I, being the dork I am, had come home bragging about having this awesome boyfriend, just to make Fang jealous. It worked. Actually, it all went great. The catch was… that guy didn't exist. And, to make things better, Fang had stopped talking to me because of some odd reason. Oh, wonderful.

Because, noooo… I couldn't just go and say 'I love you' the way it's always been done. I had to make it difficult… and make it hurt. I guess I have to thank my mutant freak hormones once again. Uh… wait. Pretend you haven't read this paragraph. Thanks. Keep on reading, will ya?

I pushed the covers away and got up on my feet. Rubbing my eyes, I walked down to the hallway. I could hear Angel breathing, Nudge sighing and even Gazzy snoring… and I finally arrived to Fang's room. I knocked softly and came in. The lights were turned on, but very low. Fang lay there, like, in a trance or something. I started to get scared.

"Err… Fang?" I closed the door.

He just raised his eyes and stared at me—hard. And then it hit me how I had hurt him because of my stupid childishness. Gee, this was going to be harder than I expected.

"I… um…" I stuttered as I walked towards the bed. "Oh, God, Fang. I—"

"What, is that boyfriend of yours making you forget how to speak?" he said, acid dripping from his voice. I looked at him, my eyes wide. He was speaking to me, but not very nicely.

"That's… actually my point." I shifted mi gaze to the floor. I took a deep breath. "Fang. Please don't be mad at me. I lied. I freaking lied to you, Fang. There is no boyfriend whatsoever for me." I chuckled half-heartedly. "How could I possibly have any boyfriends? I just said that—Fang, I wanted you to be jealous. I wanted you to be jealous because… well, Fang, because I love you and I'm stupid enough to hurt you and—"

I was suddenly cut off by Fang's lips crashing against mine. It didn't seem to matter that it was past three am. I threw my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his around my waist.

When we finally broke apart, what seemed like lifetimes later, Fang spoke.

"You say you can't have a boyfriend?" he said, touching my cheek. "God, Max, that's because you're blind. You're the most amazing person I've ever met. You're pretty, smart, brave… you're perfect. And I see the way guys stare at you when you walk by them in the corridors at school."

I smiled. "If you say so," I touched his nose.

He smiled too, and it shone on me like the sun had just come out. "And… why did you want to make me jealous?"

I froze. "Uh… well… I don't really know." I crossed my legs. "Maybe… um… I wanted you to like me?"

"Max," he sighed. I sort of liked the way my name sounded when he said it. Okay, okay, I loved the way it sounded. "There's no need to make me jealous, silly. And there's even less need to want me to like you." He laced his fingers with mine. "Because I love you, Max. I've loved you forever and I always will. And I know I sound cheesy, but believe me, it's completely true."

I raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying I wasted my time and I hurt you and everything to end up just like this—"

"Hey, Nudge has been with you too much lately, right?" He smirked.

I blushed. "Uh… yeah, well, she always is. But you say we've gone through the entire being-mad thing… to end up like this?"

"I wouldn't have had it any other way." He said. Oh, man… he was remembering the kiss.

"Well," I said, smiling. "It could've been done better. But me neither."

And with that, I gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and left for bed.