Heyyyy I'm back! This is a sequel so you newbies might get it, might not. Thank you to IggyIsAwesome13 and Skatzaa for help with my bad writers block and ideas! So just know they helped and are awesome! Don't judge this first chapter. Everything will make sense eventually! :)
R&R! Enjoy!
-Faerie :D

"I'm going to New York. I leave in a week. I have this idea for a book and I have it all planned but I just need the setting. It will only be 2 months."

"What about college?"

"Uh..."

We were all sitting around the dining room table. Fang, Angel, Jessie, mom, dad, Nudge, Iggy and Ella. And me, Max. (no duh) Everyone stared at Fang. I looked right into his dark, nearly black eyes. His new haircut, an edgy, more sophisticated emo do, made him look much older. Suddenly the whole table erupted in questions like "Why New York?" and "What about school?" Fang answered as many questions as he could, but kept looking to me, knowing I had a question on the tip of my tongue. I stared at my plate and pushed the chicken around with my fork.

I waited until everyone had left the table and it was just Fang and I. I looked up at him across the table.

"What about me, Fang? I know there is the concern about school and the freakin' trip but, seriously, what about me? Ella, Iggy and I are going to have to pay more now for the apartment. And a month? I might die!" Fang reached across the table and took my hands.

"You are not going to die. You're Max. You can survive two months without me." I frowned and shook my head. "I will give you my share of the rent, I wouldn't just leave you guys. And school sucks." Sure, college was hard but, it was better than high school, that's for sure. I was majoring in art and in teaching while Ella was majoring in design. Iggy was going into engineering. Fang wants to be a writer and in his mind he doesn't need college I guess. His choice.

That was nearly two months ago. There was finally only a week til Fang got home. And let me tell you, the last couple of months have been hell. I just missed him so much it wasn't funny. Fang was my best friend. I spent the first week feeling weird without him. It was the second week when I just sat on the couch and did nothing unless I had to. I got off my butt for classes and for the bathroom and for more ice cream. That was basically it. Ella gave me a pep talk about how pathetic I looked, sitting on the couch, stuffing my face with ice cream like I was a broken-hearted high schooler.

Let's just say, I wanted to stay FAR AWAY from High School Max and all of my acquaintances. The second her words sunk in, I immediately jumped up and went for a walk. Just to clear my head, you know? And with all of Fang's texts and calls and our weekly Skyping, I knew I was going to be fine.

...

I was walking down the side-walk in my dark jeans and black top that's sleeves went to my elbows. My converse (oh yeah, I'm still rockin' them) hit the concrete while my shoulder bag hit my leg. I passed normal citizens, going about their day, the bustling business people and the odd artist/hipster people. The little bells on the door of the small café and bookstore where I worked jingled. I weaved around the little tables and behind the counter to the back room. My boss, Helena sat at her computer, typing away. Her white curly hair was tangled as usual and filled with feathers and flower smiled and looked at me from over her cherry-red framed glasses.

"Morning Max! How are you today?" Did I mention she was the best boss ever? I could tell her anything and often would talk with her for hours on the slow days.

"I'm good, thanks. where should I start today?"

"It's too early in the day for the books to be messed up so, do you mind working the register? I want to give Carla a break. Think she's catching a cold." I nodded and took the dark red apron from pegs. I walked behind the counter as Carla nearly sneezed on the customer.

"Go home," I whispered. She nodded, sneezing again. I took care of the customer and then did what I loved, sit on the stool and daydream. Today was one of those days where it wasn't too busy. only a few people.

"Hey Max." Oh great. Perfect moment over. Did I also forget to mention my co-worker? God, I need to stop forgetting.

"Hey, Dylan." I said in a very unenthusiastic tone. Dylan leaned on the counter and smiled at me.

"What are you up to?"

"Sitting. Trying not to talk to you. Breathing." Dylan laughed way too hard. This job was amazing, don't get me wrong. I got it when Iggy, Ella and I walked in here and Iggy knocked over a shelf of books. Just because I organized the books for Helena, I got the job. It's just Dylan. He is just so...bleck. "It wasn't that funny."

"You are though." I rolled my eyes and put on a smile for the woman who had walked over. Dylan kept rambling about something but I payed attention to the woman who was ordering coffee for all her friends.

"Dylan, get back to work. You can fail at flirting with Max after work," Helena said, pushing him out of the way. I looked down and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. Dylan looked confused. What. An. Idiot.

"That Fang of yours gets back soon?" Helena said, pointing at my hand. I had been subconsciously twisting my ring from Fang around my finger.

"Next week."

"I bet that's exciting." I nodded.

"Yeah, I missed him a lot." I hopped off my stool and washed my hands so I could join Helena at the counter where she was rolling the dough for another one of her wonderful pastry.

"What girl wouldn't miss their boy friend? Especially when he is romantic enough to give her such a beautiful ring." I smiled and got the flour from the dark red cupboards.

"Helena? Have you ever loved someone so much you thought you could die without them?" Helena smiled a sad smile.

"Of course I have. Actually he was a lot like Fang, from what you have told me. Quite and strong, very smart and handsome." Helena stopped rolling the dough and looked out at her café. Her sad smile turned into an almost evil smirk. "That scumbag. Promised me forever and then left me for another girl. A complete bee with an itch if I do say so. And I do." I laughed. Helena said she never said "bad words". One of these days I will get her to say one. "Never found anyone like him. But he was gone." Helena shrugged. I stood quietly for a second. I mean what do you say to your boss after she told you about her depressing love life?

"But look at me now, jerk!" Helena yelled, throwing her hands into the air, flinging flour. "I have my own business and tons of friends! I don't need him!" By now, everyone was staring at her. I bit back my laughter. Helena lowered her arms, and laughed. I mean she wasn't too old, maybe in her late 50's but it still looked funny for her to be yelling in public.

"That felt nice to get out." I laughed a little more before walking back over to the register. It was during my lunch break when Ella ran in, waving an envelope.

"Max! Look! A letter from Fang!" I took off my apron and grabbed my lunch. Ella and I sat down in the little booth in the corner by the shelf Iggy had knocked over. It was a big shelf, jammed with books; only Iggy could find a way to knock it over. Ella slid the envelope across the table. I tore it open as Ella pulled out her lunch.

Hey Max!

I can not wait to see you! I have missed you so much. I know we talk all the time but I thought that since you love collecting things from every experience for your collages and scrap books, you need a letter from me! Well here goes nothin. I'm so close to finishing my book I can almost taste it (paper doesn't taste good. I speak from experience). No, Max, stop laughing. I did not have to eat any manuscript for survival. New York is way cool! I sent some photos of my favorite places.
I hope Iggy hasn't blown up/caught fire to anything important. Also hope that you don't live in fear of being jumped by Ella and forced into a dress, heels and makeup. Can't wait to see you! See you in a week!

Love, Fang

I smiled and pulled out the photos. One was Fang "leaning against a skyscraper". Another was him sitting in the middle of a ground of teenagers in bright colors, him almost a shadow in the middle. There were photos of different buildings and parks and all that jazz. The photos were great. Especially the ones of Fang imitating different people. Following business people, being in the background copying someone, photo bombing his own photo. My only question was who the heck was taking all the pictures? There was a glimpse of a finger in the corner of one picture.

"Oh my gosh! Those are awesome!" Ella said, leafing through the glossy papers. I nodded and smiled at the close up of a guy opening his mouth super wide to stuff a hot dog in his mouth. Fang was in the background copying him. Ella giggled and stuffed some grapes in her mouth. Hey, remember that question I asked, like 5 seconds ago? It just got answered.

The photo was of Fang and some girl in chic clothes and long dark brown hair. It looked like they were on a balcony somewhere, looking at central park. They were smiling and pointing at the trees where my name was spelled out in huge letters, hanging from the trees. The girl's finger had the same shade of pink nail polish as in the one picture.

"Who the hell is that?!" Ella practically screamed, dropping her grapes and pulling the photo from my hands. I shrugged. No overreacting, Max. Calm down.

"probably just a friend or someone..." Ella glared at the photo.

"It's cute that he spelled out your name and all. But major mistake putting another girl in the photo." I nodded. I glanced at my watch. My shift was starting in 10 minutes.

"Luckily Fang is coming home soon." Let's just hope that he doesn't bring her up. Or bring her back with him.