Yeah! Another chapter! Hope you like it!

Fang's POV:

I was sitting in a booth waiting for Max. It was about 1:46. Or so my phone says. The waiter from before was whipping the windows down. There was a total of ten people here. All teens. I turned the volume on my music up.

This song was my favorite. It's by Bring me the horizon. The House of Wolves. It's got screaming in it, but what can I say? He does enough screaming for the both of us. I mumbled the words to myself. Hoping nobody was listening. I checked my phone again. 1:48. I'm not usually this worried. I just couldn't help but be so excited for Max to draw my sister.

Max? I replayed the event in my head about a hundred times already. Now a hundred and one.

I walked into a local coffee shop to buy some coffee. To my surprise, nobody was at the counter. The sudden voice of a girl caught my attention. I didn't dare look over. "Sam, costumer." A second later I was served by a boy along my age. The door burst open bringing in a gust of cold wind.

Papers flew everywhere. The boy, Sam I presume, was about to walk around the counter. "Max?" He looked worried. I looked over and saw a girl picking up papers. She had dirty blond hair blowing in her face. Covering it up. She had on a light blue knitted sweater, a lose white scarf, and red skinny jeans.

I walked over to her. Why you ask? I haven't the clue. She looked up at me. She had nerdy glasses on. I looked passed them and into her eyes. They where a chocolate brown. Deep seas of beauty. Her pale lips slightly parted as she looked into my eyes. Her lips moved. "Olive green..." I smirked. "Like them?" I pointed to them using both hands.

She blushed. Any girl would if you just embarrassed them like that. She shrugged. "There ok." I raised a eyebrow. "So you don't like them?" She shook her head violently. "No. There beautiful. Truly breathtaking." I looked shocked. So bluntly! I gave her a Are you serious?! Look. Sam laughed. "She's a artist, dude. She would love to draw your eyes." I pecked up. "Artist? How good?"

I looked threw one of her drawings. It was of a dark skinned girl playing the violin. A name was sketched on it. Written Nudge. I was amazed at her work. I told her how good she was and asked her to draw my sister. She agreed to it. After making a schedule, she left.

I walked out a minute later and realised I was parked far away. She continued to walk with her headphones in. I followed her till I reached my car. Not a stalker. I swear. Max was singing a familiar song. My sister sang it often.

That's right. It's called Daylight by Matt and Kim. It's a good song. A really good song...

I felt the presence of Max walking in. She had on a black jacket and blue jeans. This time she wore a light blue beany. She had a shoulder bag that looked like something a odd teenage girl would wear. She isn't odd. Not in my eyes.

She met my eyes and smiled. She took a seat and eyed my coffee. I chuckled. "You want to finish it?" She scoffed. "No. I was hoping. You would buy me one. I AM after all clearing my busy schedule to draw your sister." Ohhh, touchy. "Alright. Alright. Excuse me? Can I get another hazel nut coffee?" I called to the waiter. Or Sam.

He came up smiling. "Sure. You do know that Max gets free stuff here all the time, right?" I looked at her. She was grinning. "Then it would be pointless. Free coffee I get everyday to draw a picture for someone? Sorry. This girl isn't cheap."

"Fighsty. One hazel nut coffee coming up." He left and disappeared threw a pair of double doors leading to a kitchen. "Fair enough." She smiled. Her smile was one of a kind. "So who's this sister of yours?" She asked. I half smiled. "Her name is Star. She um,has cancer." Her smile faded.

"I see...chemo?" I shook my head. "No, it's skin. She should be getting better. She can leave the hospital tomorrow." She looked like she understood. "Ok, while we are there, why don't we visit a friend of mine. His name is Iggy." "Alright. Well, let's get going."

After Max got her coffee, we headed out to my car. Remembering her singing that song made me smirk. "You have a Lovly voice by the way." She looked at me confused. But then she blushed remembering her singing out loud. "You where listening!?" I nodded.

She sighed in a annoyed way. "Whatever. Let's just go." Shrugging, we got into my car. She looked around my car observing it. "Nice. What brand? It's not a Ford , is it?" I raised a eyebrow. "You hate Ford's?" She nodded like it was obvious. "No. It's a dodge challenger. Like it, huh?" She smiled nodding. "Me likeee." She said in a obsessive voice.

"Why don't you have a car? Your like eighteen, right?" She shook her head. "Nope. I'm sixteen. I'm in junior high." Sixteen? Oh...does this mean I'm a pedophile!? Wait, no. I'm only eighteen myself. Even though I'm already out of school.

I turned on my car. The engine roared alive. Max buckled up and looked around. She was so relaxed, it was amazingly natural. She looked at the station I was listening to before. She rolled her eyes. "Really? 106.9 K hits?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I love the song Turn down for what." She looked at me with a sour face.

"Well, what do you recommend?" She grinned widely. "104.5 The edge." Alternative station? I turned the story and landed on the song Can you feel my heart by Bring me the horizon. I widened my eyes. She did too. "This song!" We both said at the same time.

We sang to the song while driving down the road. She clapped her hands while I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

Can you feel my heart? By Bring me the horizon

(Fang)

(Max)

(Both)

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel

Can you feel my heart?

Can you help the hopeless?

Well I'm beginning on my knees.

Can you save my basterd soul?

Will you wait for me?

I'm sorry brother, so sorry lover.

Forgive me father! I love you mother!

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel my heart?

(3X Times)

(I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.

I long for that feeling to not feel at all.

The higher I get, the lower I sink.

I can't drown my daemons, they know how to swim)

After the song was over, we arrived at the hospital. We got out and checked in. To my surprise, Max was well known there. The lady at the desk, the nurses we passed. Even a few doctors waved. Max must be famous. How can she not? She's a blunt, sarcastic, beautiful teenager.

I opened the door and walked in. Star was sitting right side up. She had a book in her hands. I couldn't make out the titt- "Is that the Immortal Instruments!?" Max ran up to her and flopped on the bed. Star looked up shocked. "Um, yeah. I just started reading it." Max grunted. "I was hoping I could discuss the book with someone. Well I'm no spoiler."

Star looked down sadly. "If I can finish the book series in time..." I looked at her with worry. Max pushed herself up. "Oh, come on. You can't have that in your heart. Besides, the best doctors work here." Star smiled weakly. "Your right."

Star is ten years old. She had brown hair that looked messy. Her skin was hard and flaky. It was sad to see her this way. It really bothered me that she beat herself so about it. Max looked around the room. "I see you like drawing." Star looked up smiling. "Yeah. I wish I was good."

Max grinned "You can be good. All you have to do is put your mind to it. I'm actually here to draw you." Star looked surprised. "No! Don't! I'll look ugly and hideous!" She covered her face up. I sat down in the chair next to her bed. Max softened her face. It was a motherly expression. Truly amazing.

"Star...you shouldn't talk like that." She lowered herself on the other side of her. Grabbing her hand and smiled softly. "You are beautiful. No matter what people say. What I see, is a lovly face that has had so much pain, she forgot how truly pretty she is. Your smile is what counts. So chin up, pretty girl." Star looked at Max and began tearing up.

"You think I'm pretty?" She said weakly. Max pushed the hair away from her eyes and kissed her forehead. "Of course. You more beautiful than pretty."

I felt my eyes watering. Max does have a way with kids. More then my own mother...Max got up and sat at the end of the bed. She took out her drawing stuff and began sketching beautifully. Max looked up and down about a hundred times before she stopped.

She looked up and smiled. "Im finished. Wanna see?" Star nodded quickly. "Yes!" Max handed her the book. Star's eyes light up. She brought her hand to her mouth. Tears escaped her eyes. Feeling a bit worried, I bent over and looked at it.

Star was looking down with her eyes closed. A huge smile was plastered on her lips. Teeth showing. Her hair was long and messy, only it was in a majestic looking way. Her hospital nightgown hung loosely on her. She made it look like the sun was gleaming down on her. Her name was sketched across on it making it look lovely.

Star broke down and hugged Max tightly. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Max was laughing. "No, thank you. That's the best I've done!" Star was giggling uncontrollably. I met Max's eyes just in time. "Thank you." I said with a smile on my face. Max rolled her eyes. "For what? Coming here and drawing your sister? I'm the privileged one here."

After hours of smiling and laughing, Max curled up next to Star on the bed. She and Star fell asleep to the sound of Star's iPod playing light music. I covered Max up with a blanket and fell asleep on the small couch in the white room.

Max really made Star happy. She's another reason to smile and say "Don't worry about the bad and sadness in this world." I'll dream of becoming the big brother who will live happily with my sister and friends.

Sam's POV:

I sat at the counter looking at my phone. A text popped up and I instantly read it.

*Tell Max that I'm beginning discharged from the hospital tomorrow. And tell her Lissa is bugging me about who is taking her to prom. Really, my sister bugs me when it comes to socializing. :P -Iggy

I smiled and replied

* Sure thing Iggs. Max actually is at the hospital now. I thought she would have come to see you. -Sam

After about an hour, Iggy never relied. What's wrong with him?

Iggy's POV:

Again...Maybe something happened and she's back in her own bed. It hurts, but I can't let her know that I'm getting worse. Not anyone. Not even Lissa. My own sister. Max...you better hope you live for both of us if I disappear. Hopefully that won't happen. Max is strong.

She can't know that I love her. She just can't.

(A/N: What's this? A love triangle? Yes! Don't worry. I'm not the writer who makes Dylan or Sam the bad guy. Not even Lissa. It's not a character hating story. I love all the characters. You should to!

Anyway, thank you for reviews! I appreciate them. This is more of a sudden burst of teenage freedom and light drama. If you confused, here is the list of who and who doesn't have cancer.

Does: Max-chemo, Iggy-chemo, Star-skin

Don't: Fang, Lissa, Sam, Nudge, and later on characters. :)

Maybe or maybe not be a character death. I don't want to kill them off. But I do love drama! Sad tho. ;-;)