(A/N) Okay, update time. Sorry, but Nudge is going to be eleven too. But first…

VampireWithWings and anyone with similar thoughts~ I know they aren't in character, but in order to make the plot line work, they can't be in character. I am aware of the fact that Fang loves Max and doesn't talk so much, but again, it's part of the story and it wouldn't be as good if I made them friends right away, Max wouldn't have been as forward, but that's the plot. As for the talking thing, I'll work on that. But other than fixing Fang's personality, not much is going to change until later on, so if you don't like it the way it is, you might as well not read it. But thanks for your honesty, I appreciate it, really I do. Thank you for the review =)

Max POV

When I first saw him, I knew he was the one. I just knew it. Who am I talking about exactly? Fang. Well, his real name is Nick, but Fang was what I first heard him called, and that's what I call him.

*********Flashback*********

I sighed and began unloading the boxes. I missed my old house in Arizona already. Mom wanted to move, and Jeb agreed with her. They thought it would be a good change for us. I can understand that, but it was still hard on me, and my sister Ella. I was only eleven, and Ella was only ten, and neither of us wanted to move.

Ella was already inside, Mom and Jeb didn't make us help, but I wanted to. I thought maybe the Jeb would just stop expecting so much from me. I didn't like how he looked at me as though I would become president someday. But I wouldn't.

I heard some boy across the street yell, "Fang, come on let's go. There's some girl outside, and she's kinda cute. Not really. She's not girly enough for me. But you might like her." That was a surprise. No guys ever called me cute. Or even somewhat cute. It felt kind of nice. I smiled a bit before continuing to move boxes around.

Ugh. It was hot, just like it was in Arizona. I pulled my hair into a messy bun before continuing to help my parents move stuff in. I looked across the street to see a really pretty woman in her twenties walk out and start to talk to a pale boy with strawberry blonde hair.

There was no strain from the weight of the boxes. I was always really strong for my age, and, as Jeb put it, especially strong for a girl my age. That had always made me mad. What, girls can't be tough? All girls have to wear skirts? All girls have to walk around and act all preppy? No. They don't. I am one of those girls who self-respects themselves.

Now, I had already met one girl that I didn't like here in the neighborhood. We had just moved in, and a girl already brought a cake over. She had long red hair and was pretty. She wore a skirt and tank top and thrust the cake in my sister's hands before saying, "You guys are new right? Well, this is my neighborhood, and don't even think about trying to steal away the guy I like, okay? His name's Fang and he's mine. By the way, my name's Lissa. You better remember it."

Ella rolled her eyes and took the cake before giving it to Mom. Neither of us liked this Lissa girl.

I finally finished moving the boxes before sitting down and looking across the street. I saw the boy from before and a new guy who was really cute. I blinked, feeling surprised coarse through my veins. I never thought any guy was cute before.

But this boy was different. He had olive skin and black hair that flopped slightly into his dark eyes that were the color of the dark chocolate cake Lissa gave us. I surprised myself again by blurting out, "Can I play?"

The boys turned to face me. The pale one sneered before saying, "Sorry, Blondie, we don't want any other guys playing with us. Maybe if you were a girl." Okay, so I didn't have any boobs. But I was only eleven, for crying out loud! And I didn't wear my hair down, but that shouldn't matter. I wore jeans and a T-shirt. I was dirty from when I fell down while moving stuff.

I remembered Lissa, and how girly she was. I remembered the dark boy's sister who had talked to the other boy earlier. The rage I felt made me retort back, "I am a girl! I just don't act like that guy's sister!" I harshly stabbed the air in the direction of the dark boy.

The boy that I liked said, "Igs that was pretty harsh." Now what would Igs be a nickname for? Iggy, maybe?

I knew that this boy was special. I knew there was a reason I felt a weird tug towards him. I knew we would probably be great friends, and more someday. I glanced at him, feeling gratitude towards this unfamiliar boy.

Then I winced as I realized I was already feeling weird emotions just because of this boy. I wouldn't let myself change over this guy. No matter how cute he is. "I don't really need you to defend me, but that was so nice of you!" I really wished I washed my hands as I stuck out one of them and stated, "My name is Max! What's your name?"

He didn't shake my hand. He just stared at it. I sheepishly pulled it back. I was embarrassed. I couldn't be mad at him, it was perfectly reasonable for him to not want to get dirty. Wasn't it? I shook my head. He was a nice guy. I just knew it.

Iggy looked at me before sniggering and saying snidely, "She doesn't act like a girl, she doesn't even have a girly name! Are you sure you aren't a boy in disguise?"

That same anger shot through me again. I wanted to punch him so bad, and show him not to mess with me, but the other boy was standing right there, and I didn't want him to hate me for hurting his friend. Gosh, what was wrong with me? So instead of decking the boy, I shouted, "I am! I am a girl! Why do you think I'm not? I just… don't act like most other girls! So you need to just shut up!"

At my last school, a lot of people made fun of me because I was a bit of a tomboy. Except Nudge. She was actually girly, but she was so nice. We were really close friends. I missed her like crazy.

The boys had a silent exchange of information, before I eventually said to the nice boy, "Look, I think you seem like a nice guy. Do you want to be friends, or something?" I tried to keep the hope I felt out of my voice. But still, it was so unlike me to be so… forward. I felt self-consious.

He looked emotionless as he said, "No thanks. I have better things to do than to talk to someone like you." Ouch. That hurt me a little bit. But I couldn't let it show.

I refused to back down. "But I really think we should just give it a shot. We could be really close friends, if you would just try."

He looked right at me and said, "I'm not interested in someone who doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal hygiene. So you know what? I'm gonna go inside now. Please, just leave me alone."

I wouldn't let myself get upset over someone like him. He might be mean right now, but maybe he would be better if he was by himself. It couldn't hurt to ask him later.

Iggy said to his friend, "Nice one, Fang!"

Staring Fang down, I said calmly but seriously, "Okay! But I don't give up easily."

As I watched them walk back into the house I repeated the name Fang in my head over again. I liked that name. I liked him.