Heehee! More cotton candy. Don't rain on my parade, cotton candy deteriorates in water! So read and review, be nice. This is in Max's POV. Fax, DUH!

Oh yeah, this is set at Anne's house.

Disclaimer: I do not own JP's stuff, for the zillionth time!

Dedicated to:

Ashley, who always loved

reading my fluff. Twizzlers!

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Sleep. Sleep is a wonderful thing. Especially when you're not used to getting it. Ah, to be asleep in a warm, comfortable bed and know that there is no chance Erasers are around you... it's a great feeling, don't ya think?

I was in the middle of said beautiful experience when I heard something that barely pulled me to the edge of consciousness. "Rrrmpfhrm," I groaned, trying to get back to the perfectly normal dream I had been having. Still, it makes sense to check.

So I opened my right eye a slit. I wasn't entirely lucid, so I thought (at first) it was perfectly normal to see a figure heading toward my closet. Wait a minute- a figure headed toward my closet? Why would they want to go there?

The soft snick of my closet door closing woke me entirely. Whoa, girl, steady. Could be an Eraser. I carefully disentangled myself from the sheets and cautiously approached the closet door, staring at it as if I could burn a hole through it. Flipping on my light, I took the doorknob in my hand, flung the door open, and saw...

FANG? What the heck was Fang doing in my closet at- I checked the clock- TWO A.M. IN THE MORNING? Watching his face was interesting. He turned twelve different colors, most of them a variant of red. I counted.

The flock member under inspection coughed and scuffed his foot against the carpeting. I slowly looked him up and down. Four more shades of red. "Well, Fang, if you really like my closet that much..." I started to close the door.

He pressed his hands against it. "No, that's okay..."

"I'm serious!" Not. I pressed harder.

Fang abruptly shoved the door with a lot of force, throwing me into the wall. I glowered at him. He smirked and stepped out of my closet, shutting the door behind him. "See? I'm out of your closet." I rolled my eyes. He took this opportunity to bolt for the door.

I intercepted him, attaching his hand to the doorknob in a crushing grip. "Not so fast, Mr. Sneaking-Around-In-My-Room-At-Night-For-No-Apparent-Reason." He winced, but I didn't let go. He wasn't really hurt, it was a ploy for pity. He knew what the next question would be, and I could tell he didn't want to answer.

"Why were you in my closet?"

Fang pressed his lips together and looked away.

"More importantly, why were you in my room at all at this time of night?"

Hm. His hand felt kind of sweaty. After several long seconds of being painfully aware that I was holding his hand, Fang returned my gaze with his own.

"You're beautiful when you're asleep."

My eyes widened. I think I let go of his hand, because without even realizing he moved, I was staring at a closed door.

So I stood there gaping at the closed door.

Wow.

Fang thinks I'm beautiful.

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Get it? Get it? Beauty in the eye of the beholder? Cuz... well, you get it.

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