Hello, I'm back! And I've got to say, it's bloody good to be!

Please read my Fanfic 'Age Is Just a Number' first as this is the SEQUEL and will be pretty hard to follow if you haven't read the first one!

My lack of knowledge on the geography of America is so appalling so I'm just going to apologise in advance. When you look at a map of Ireland it would only take about a day, maybe a day and a half to drive the entire length of the country, so I am pleading ignorance and hoping that you all just over-look my idiocy!

Now!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own MR


Chapter 1

Fang's POV

I looked at my reflection in the small bathroom mirror, straightening my tie and fixing my hair for the hundredth time. Four years, I have waited for years for this moment and it had finally arrived. This is it, my second chance with Max, I cannot screw this up. I had called, we had talked and it had been epic. Now, staring into the mirror I realised that this was my first date with the new Max. She wasn't a teenager anymore, she was a woman. A beautiful woman who had my heart reeling the moment I had heard her laugh.

I asked her to meet me for dinner. I wanted to know everything that had been going on in her life since she left four years ago. She left to go onto bigger and better things, and I seriously hoped that she had done that. This was Max though, she wouldn't have wasted these past four years, she would have made the most out of every experience, every opportunity.

Nodding at my reflection I checked my watch. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the time, did I really spend two hours getting ready? When did I turn into such a girl? Shaking my head I left the bathroom, headed down the stairs, and grabbed my phone and car keys before leaving the house. I decided against a jacket as the mid-July evening sun would be a heat enough.

Hopping into my car and reversing out of the driveway I began to drive to where Max had been hiding for the past year. She told me over the phone how she had snuck away off her families radar in an attempt to finish the final draft of her novel. She had grown tired of their constant questions and decided to live on her own for a while, renting an apartment in the city. Something told me that that is what she always wanted, to escape from their constant scrutiny, but Max would never voice that out loud.

After the never-ending drive, I pulled up outside the restaurant I had arranged to meet Max at. I checked my watch and saw that I was almost half an hour early. Sighing I noticed a small florist that was still open. Dashing out of my car, I knew it would probably be closing soon. I jogged to the shop entrance and pushed open the door. Hearing the cheery ding I walked up the counter where a young girl stood. She couldn't have been more than fifteen as she sat at the counter and filled her nails.

"Hi, I need some flowers," I said awkwardly as I watched the teenager who still hadn't looked up at me.

"Well you certainly have come to the right place," she sighed sarcastically and looked up with a bored expression. "First date?" she asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"Something like that," she nodded putting down her nail file and hopped out from behind the counter. I was surprised to see how small she was as I followed her to a section of the store.

"Does she like sunflowers?" she asked me as she picked some out of a black plastic tub. Turning she saw my obvious clueless expression. "Well she better," the girl mumbled under her breath as she took a handful before proceeding back to the desk.

Placing the flowers on some fancy paper she cut of the end of the stems before wrapping them up and putting a rubber band around the bottom. She thrust the flowers to me before turning back to the cash register. When the young girl told me the price I found myself fumbling with my wallet, rushing to pay her. Desperate to get away from her unimpressed gaze I left the store not even bothering with my change.


Heading inside the restaurant I knew that this was the perfect place to meet up with Max again. She had picked the venue as I had no idea where was good here in the city Max had been hiding in for so long. Reciting my name I was guided to a table placed right in the centre of the restaurant. I couldn't help but sigh from the lack of privacy but then it dawned on me, Max and I no longer had to hide our relationship. Nobody in this city knew of our past and nobody cared about our age differences. Finally, we were just Max and Fang.

Four years I have waited for this moment, and now that it is here I was nervous beyond belief. My hands were sweating and I couldn't stop fidgeting. Max hadn't even arrived yet and I was already as nervous as school boy. What am I going to be like in her presence if I get this nervous just thinking about her?

The room didn't go still, and the chatter from the other customers didn't suddenly hush their conversations. But when Max's eyes met mine I couldn't help my mouth from hanging open slightly by the sight of her. Looking right back at me, Max flashed her million dollar smile as she spread her arms slightly and laughed. She stood there in a flowing navy dress that ended just above her knee, her hair was flawless and the little makeup she was wearing was without a doubt unnecessary. Max would be beautiful with mud spread across her face.

Standing up I smiled, genuinely smiled, as she made her way towards our table. Stuttering I failed miserably at finding the appropriate words to describe how amazing she looked.

"Whoa," I settled for, this caused a blush to form on Max's cheeks with only increased as I laughed in slight disbelief at how incredible it was to be here with her.

"For an English teacher you sure seem to be having trouble speaking the language," Max laughed with me as she sat down in her chair. Shaking my head I ran my hand through my hair.

"It's just-you look, whoa," was all I could manage again. Her laugh was like bells in perfect harmony. Handing over the flowers I saw her eyes light up. "These are for you,"

"How did you know sunflowers were my favourite?" she asked me with a mischievous look in her eye.

"Lucky guess," I shrugged smiling at her.

A waiter came and took our drinks orders as he gave us each a menu. Max and I didn't even look at the food options as we were too engrossed in catching up.

"So I didn't go to college in the end," Max sighed slightly toying with her fork. "I've taken a lot of classes, but for the last couple of years I've just been working on my book and working," she shrugged her shoulders. My eyes followed her perfectly natural hair as it fell off her shoulder and over the front of her chest.

"Where have you been working?" I asked her, dying to find out more.

"Waitressing mainly, the hours suck but the tips are good, most of the time," she smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "But then again, I'm only twenty two, so waitressing is merely just to pay the bills," she nodded her head.

The waiter arrived requesting our orders and both Max and I had to hastily consult the menu before saying in sync the first option there. Laughing we handed back our menus and continued our conversation.

"You know how anal my Mom can be, always wanting to know where I am, but she eased up eventually when I convinced her that my book just wasn't going to get finished if she continuously wanted to video chat," Max explained as she took a sip of her drink. "So I live with my roommate, Jenny, she's the one that got me the waitressing gig," Max smiled at me. "She's pretty dirty minded, I have to say," Max shook her head, obviously thinking of her friend.

"Perfect match for Iggy then?" I asked with a laugh.

"Speaking of, how is he?" Max asked sitting forward slightly.

"Iggy is good, still shooting around in his cop car like he owns the place," I shrug my shoulders, then paused not sure if Max was aware of the information I was about to share. "He broke things off with Nudge just after graduation," I told her.

Max didn't seem surprised or shocked, she was practically void of all emotion at the mention of Nudge's name.

"You guys ever resolve your differences?" I asked though I had a feeling I already knew the answer. Max shook her head with a sombre expression on her face.

"If she valued our relationship she would have apologised for the way she acted," Max shrugged her shoulders her eyes wandering around the restaurant. "Some relationships aren't worth rekindling," she looked at me before continuing "and some are," she gave me a warm smile and I felt my heart flutter slightly.

The food came and Max and I dug into whatever expensive gourmet dish we had ordered. Talking and laughing through three courses, about an hour later I was leading Max out of the restaurant.

"I can't believe you wouldn't let me split the bill," Max remarked as she held her sunflowers close to her chest. After a slightly heated debate with an awkward waiter as a witness I had eventually gotten Max to cave and let me pay for the evening.

"It is mandatory for a guy to pay the bill on a first date," I told her as we walked down the street to where Max's car was parked.

"Technically," Max smirked after a pause "this is our second," she looked up at me and I couldn't help my mind from wandering back to that amazing evening we had spent under the stars. Max must have been reading my mind. "That was a pretty incredible first date,"

"And that was a pretty incredible second,"


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