Authors Note: Hi peoples! This is my second story so bear with me! There will be a lot of romance (faxness and maybe a littly niggness later. maybe) and some action later. Please review, people who are reading my other fic (The Ultimate Faxness) know how much I love them so please review! But I promise not to hold chappies hostage for them because I hate it when authors do that and don't review just to spite them, lol! I hope you like it!

Maxs POV: Chapter 1

I sighed and crossed my arms huffily, staring out the window at the passing beach. Almost everyone was in a bathing suit and had sun kissed skin. Most girls had long blonde hair and most guys walked around shirt less. It was sickening. Why couldn't we stay in New York? We were happy there! But nooo, mom just had to go and buy us a house in Florida.

I turned away from the window and watched as my brother and sister (Gazzy and Angel) played I-spy. "Guys," Mom said from the driver's seat, "Can you lower it down a bit?" They nodded and went back to playing. I was adopted about a year and a half ago by our single mom. Gazzy and Angel came as packaged deal with me. No one knew what happened to our real parents and we couldn't remember so we just stuck together and trusted each other with everything. Like the fact that we all have wings and our mom doesn't know it yet… And like the fact that last year we discovered we could make them invisible…

We pulled into our new drive way and got out of the car. All of our stuff had been set up last week so we all knew where our rooms were. I had the biggest one because mom was trying to buy me off. She knew I hated moving and thought giving me the best room would make me feel better. As if.

I trudged up the stairs to my new room (with a walk in closet by the way. But who's bragging?) and flopped down on my bed, taking out the picture of my best friend back in New York, Emily. I looked it over and groaned when I realized she was wearing our old school uniform, reminding me tomorrow was my first day of school here. I propped it up against my radio and flipped on my TV, trying to find something to watch.

"Max sweetie," Mom said, opening my door and sitting down at the foot of my bed like the parent does in the movies when they're trying to talk to the teenager, "The move's not that bad. We're in Florida! It's warm here and they have beaches! Be happy, please?" I nodded and gave her a hug before she left. She was only trying to make me happy after all. "Hey mom," I asked just as she was about to close the door, "Can I go to the beach?"

Her face lit up as she said, "Sure!" closing the door as she let me change.

My bathing suit was white with big black polka dots on it. It was a bikini even though I preferred a one piece. Angel got me this bathing suit for my birthday. She said I looked better in a 2 piece.

I grabbed a towel and made my wings invisible as I walked out the front door. I was fully and completely aware of everyone staring at me and tried to ignore it. Trying not to note that most of them were guys. Sexist pigs…

When I made it to the beach I found a spot that didn't have very many people and laid my towel out. I sat down on it and stared out at the ocean. It was beautiful. I still hate having to move here but that doesn't mean I hate Florida. I actually like it. I just don't like leaving my friends behind.

I jumped up and walked to the edge of the ocean, standing in it for a moment and letting myself get used to the slightly warm, slightly cold water. I waded farther in and let my self slip under the water, swimming out a bit until I could no longer feel the wet sand squishing beneath my toes. When I came back up I looked toward the shore and saw only one person left on my stretch of beach. He was tall and muscular, his kind-of-long black hair covering some of his right eye. He was looking right towards me and I blushed, slipping back under water and swimming towards the shore.

When I stood up he wasn't there any more. I looked around and tried to find him but was met with a welcome loneliness.

Fangs POV:

I looked out towards the girl swimming in the ocean, her dirty blonde hair with blonde highlights sticking to her skin. She looked out at me and slipped back under water. I could see her shadow coming towards the shore and unfurled my wings, flying higher until I was sure she wouldn't be able to see me even though I could see her. She was beautiful, her black and white bikini fitting her perfect toned body perfectly.

I shook my head, trying to clear it, and flew home to my brother and little sister, Iggy and Nudge.

Maxs POV:

I tucked Angel and Gazzy into bed, stopping at mom's door to say good night. When I was done I changed into my silk pajamas (another Angel gift. What's up with her and making me a girly girl any way?) and laid down in bed. I turned the radio on my night stand on and let the soft music lull me to sleep.

The next day I woke up and raided my closet for my coolest outfit which consisted of jeans and a baby blue tank top with a pink shawl over it that was see through (it was basically pink yarn knitted together into a shawl with huge holes in it). I ran a brush through my hair and threw it into a pony tail and went down stairs to break fast. "Well you look nice," mom said when she saw me.

"Wow Max! You look like a model!" Angel exclaimed, setting down her spoon and looking me over. Gazzy just shrugged and I said thanks. I grabbed a power bar and rushed out the door waving good bye as I grabbed my back pack.

School was only a few minutes away and I could walk there easily. In fact I made it there a little early.