WEET! Ok, I know what you're thinking! "That BITCH! She's breaking up the Flock . . . AGAIN!" Well, yes. Yes I am. It's like crack man! This type of storyline provides the perfect backdrop for the angsty goodness I love to write so very much.

And, of course, the awesometasticness that is . . . FAX!

This is after book 4, but I don't think there are any real spoilers!

I realize that it starts off a bit cutesy and quirky, but I promise it doesn't stay that way for long.

Welcome to No Goodbyes

MAX POV

Well, raise your hand if you just got your butt handed to you by a bunch of mutant werewolf wannabe robots! Oh, just me? Really?

Ugh.

I'm sooo freaking tired right about now, I think I could sleep in the middle of a forest.

Oh, that's right! We were . . . until it decided to freaking RAIN! Believe when I say my days have been better!

Now to top things off, we're at hotel, splitting three rooms between the six of us. And you might ask, "Who are you sharing with, Max?" And of course the answer had to be Fang.

Damn Fang.

I was climbing into our room's single double bed (oh, no, it couldn't have had TWO beds, cause that would've only made things simpler!). Truth be told, Fang was in the shower, and I was freaking out about what the hell I was going to do when he came out.

Things have been . . . weird between us lately. He's snuck a few kisses inon me, but then went off and flirted (or so I thought) with someone else. I told him I loved him (under the influence of DRUGS) and despite his insistences otherwise, he never said it back.

Needless to say, I don't get it, and the hormones are sooo not helping.

I heard the water shut off in the bathroom and my heart rate jumped; I swear to god, it, like, doubled. Oh crap oh crap oh CRAP!

Breathe, Max, said the Voice in my head. Damnit, exactly what I needed. You love him, he loves you. Just go with the flow.

Bite me, I thought back.

Then the bathroom door clicked open, and Fang came out in nothing but his skin and pajama pants, drying his soaking wet hair on a towel. Oh, wow . . . just . . . those are the single most incredible muscles I've ever seen in my--NO! BAD MAX! SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!

"Uh, Max?"

Crap. I'd been staring.

"Uhm, yeah, Fang . . . what's up?" I stammered, clearing my throat.

He gave his head a tiny shake. "Can I . . . can I talk to you for a minute?" He looked a little apprehensive.

OH CRAP. "Uh . . . sure." I said, my voice cracking embarrassingly. I scooted over so he could sit beside me on the bed.

Maybe that wasn't such I good idea. He's really close, and he smells really good, and his hair looks really hot wet and--AAAAAAHHHH! STOP THIS INSANITY NOW!

I was about to get up and move to the chair to avoid . . . temptation . . . when he hesitantly reached out and took my hand.

I shot a look at him, borderline panicked.

"Max . . . I wanna know what's been going on . . . between us."

"I thought we decided never to speak about this?"

"Yeah, I don't remember that particular discussion." he said with a small smirk.

"Oh." Oh, right. I had that one in my head, with myself.

"So?"

"Uh . . ."

"Every time I try to kiss you, or anything, you flip out and fly away. But whenever I just talk to a girl outside the Flock, you flip. Even though I mean nothing by it," he added.

"I, uh, um . . ." I glanced away.

"Max, please, look at me."

Nope. Won't do it and you can't make me . . . and yet I still find myself staring into his gorgeous dark eyes. His gorgeous, dark, smoldering eyes. Oh . . . he-llo sexy . . . Did I SERIOUSLY just think that?

Oh, shoot . . . why is he leaning forward like that? What's he doing?

MAX!

Ok, listen Voice, now's not really a good time, I thought back, a little dazed.

Fang's mouth was just inches from mine, his warm breath washing over me. One of his hands was tight on mine, and his other hand was coming up to curl around the back of my neck.

"Please, don't run away from me this time . . . please," he whispered, staring deep into my eyes, practically pleading. And for once, I didn't want to. I wanted him to kiss me.

Max, I'm sorry, but something has gone terribly wrong. You need to leave the hotel now. You need to get the Flock out and . . . split up.

That got my attention. "What!"

Startled, Fang sat back abruptly, looking surprised and a little bit . . . hurt. "Max? What's wrong?"

"It's the Voice . . . I--"

Sorry about this Maximum.

About what--

Suddenly pain and a bright light erupted behind my eyes, and I grabbed my head.

"MAX!" I heard Fang call in alarm as I fell over on the bed in pain.

I felt his warms hands on my shoulder, and heard the shattering glass behind him, and then everything went black.

Stupid freaking brain attacks!