Hi I'm a long time reader first Time publisher Im really worried about what you think so please be kind. Do review it and tell me what you think OK? I got this idea from a video I watched of so you think you can dance Australia (top 18 2010 performed by grace and nick to 'pretty wings.'if you want to look it up.) There was a dance about a couple who had a miscarriage and it was danced with such passion that I wanted to write something so... I wrote this! read the story I value your opinion.

"Just shut up Fang!" I screamed

"Max don't tell me to shut up!" he yelled back. This fight had been going on for at least and hour now; I'm not even entirely sure how it had started, Oh yes that's right, This morning I had witnessed the most disgusting thing, I had seen fang sucking face with Her for the second time in my life.

Though for some weird reason seeing them together hurt me a little more than it should, it was the weirdest feeling. Maybe I just felt like I was losing Fang, yes that's it.

We had only been back in Virginia for a month now and already Fang been reunited with his childhood love interest-the Red Headed Wonder.

I was so freaked out by my emotions that I was yelling at Fang claiming he was trusting too easily. "When you act like that Fang you could very easily split up the flock again!" i yelled "I'm not taking the blame for the first time we split, that was your fault I told you loud and clear I didn't want Ari near me and what did you do!?" oh gosh not this again "Fang I told you to shut up don't want to start this again!" with that fang slammed his fist into the mantel and cracked the wood causing some family photos of us to fall to the ground and smash.

Tears started falling from my eyes because I was being stupid, but a photo of my mother Dr. Valencia Martinez had fallen from the mantel.

It had reminded me that on Monday it was the 1 year anniversary of her death. She was killed in an accident involving Itex dropping a bomb on her house while Ella was at school.

They had thought that the flock was still staying there but we had left three days earlier on a mission to shut down the last of itex. We had a successful mission. After that we returned to Arizona only to find a pile of ruble and a neighbor telling us the devastating news. Ella was living with a foster family the Nicholson's.

The Nicholson's were lovely people who let us stay there with Ella so we could grieve with her. The funeral had already come and gone-we had missed it, so we held a memorial service in the cemetery and I said goodbye to the mother I had only just found.

Now we had bought our own house back in Virginia and Fang, Iggy and I were enrolled in Hampton University–a big 200 hundred year old brick building with huge crystal windows, very majestic.

Nudge was attending Hampton high school and Gazzy and Angel were at Benjamin Syms Middle School down the road. We were being as normal as can be; everything was fine… until tonight.

When the fight had broken out Iggy had volunteered to take the others to a movie and for that I was grateful, I didn't want them to here that we were fighting. So now it was just Fang and I at each others throats, and so the screaming match continues.

"Why didn't you tell me you were dating her again?!" I yelled scrambling to wipe away the tears before he turned around.

"Why should I tell you everything?" he was still looking away for this I was thankful.

"Because that's just what we do we share things! Or are you to good for me now, am I loosing you too!" at this my voice cracked and Fang finally turned around. Fang immediately walked over and pulled me into a hug holding me to his chest

"I'm sorry," he whispered at that point I just let go of everything, I broke down crying and sobbing into his shirt.

"I miss my mum," I cried but he didn't speak he just held me there I felt so weak crying like a baby to Fang but I couldn't seem to stop.

He moved us over to the couch, I kept crying until his shirt was soaked through with tears but he didn't seem to mind. The sniffles died away and I moved my head onto his lap where he stroked my hair until I drifted off to sleep.