"Fang…" Maximum called. Fang wouldn't respond. Max could tell that Fang had some sort of concern in his head.
"Knock it off, Fang!" Max yelled as she shook Fang's shoulders. She pulled up a wooden chair close and sat in it. Fang was motionless.
"FANG!" Max lost her temper.
"What do you want?" Fang whispered. Max noticed his fingers were clenched.
"Why are you upset?" Max asked in worry.
"How do you know I'm upset?" Fang asked, roughly.
"It's obvious," Max sighed. Fang also sat down.
"Maybe it's just because I am nervous," Fang pointed out, "Max… I need to tell you something."
"You can tell me anything," Max replied.
Fang got up from the chair and paced back and forth.
"I… I am confused," Fang whispered in a cracked voice.
"Excuse me?" Max asked.
"I am… I love you," Fang confessed.
Max was speechless. What did she feel? Did she love him, too?
"I… I…" Max trailed off and Fang abruptly kissed her, "Uh… ha, ha…"
He kissed Max again more deeply. Max pulled away and walked out the room. What was Fang doing? Emotions were a nightmare for Maximum.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know…" Max repeated again and again.
"You know you love me," explained Fang, "And you know I love you."
"But…" Max managed to say.
"But you are so stubborn you can't accept your own feelings," Fang roared.