And here I go again. I wrote this one while the guidance councilors were explaining to us all why high school is important. To this day I have no idea why high school is important. However, I do have a good fanfic!

Disclaimer: Lessee… +looks through pockets+

Nope. I don't own anything, or anyone for that matter. If I owned Fang, there would be many things I could do. But I don't. So I can't. And, no, you don't want to know.

…Truth and Trust…

The rain beat down hard on the window. Angel, who was only three, had mastered and was currently playing a clapping game with Nudge by the fireplace. Iggy was teaching Gazzy how to light matches. The five-year-old was laughing his head off and throwing lit matches out the window into puddles to make them 'sizzle'. Max and I sat side by side on the couch. Not speaking, not looking at each other, just sitting. It was a little boring, so I looked over at Max. She was sitting with her feet up in front of her, arms around her legs and her chin resting on one knee. Max noticed that I was watching her.

"Fang?" She whispered. I turned to show her that I was listening. "Follow me." She grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I followed her into her bedroom. Without turning the light on, Max closed the door. She pulled me into her closet. Pushing away clothes, she pulled me towards a slim door that I hadn't noticed before. Max opened it. Behind the door, there was a tight, spiraling staircase that led upward.

"Come on," She whispered. Cautiously, I followed close behind her. Then, we reached the top.

It was an attic. The only things in it were the small chair and pillow that I realized had once been in Max's room. "Whoa," I said quietly. "Does Jeb know about this place?"

"If he does, he doesn't act like it. He never comes up here." She replied. Max sat on the floor and held the pillow in her lap.

"So, we're the only ones who know about it?" I asked.

"Yes," Max gave a tiny smile. I felt special to know that she had chosen to show me her secret hiding place. "Let's do something. Play a game."

"Like what?" I asked.

Max shrugged. "Truth or dare?"

"Fine," I said, wrinkling my nose. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said.

"Who is your favorite person in this house?" I asked. I figured probably Jeb. Jeb was like Max's father. Like a father to all of us. She loved him a lot.

"You," she said after about a second. I blinked. She smiled. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," last time I picked dare, they made me fly around in my underwear.

"Who is your best friend?" She asked me. I took her hands in mine and intertwined our fingers together.

"You're my best friend," I told her.

"You are too," she said.

"I can always trust you, even when I can't trust anyone else," I said.

"You're always with me when I need you," Max whispered.

"Max? Fang?" Jeb banged on Max's door so far below us. With frightened looks at each other, we raced down the stairs and out through the closet. Max and I burst through her bedroom door to find a startled Jeb waiting for us.

"Yes?" Max asked innocently.

"Dinner," Jeb said, starting back down the stairs to the kitchen.

"I won't tell anyone about that place," I muttered out of the corner of my mouth.

"I know you won't." Max muttered back. "I trust you, remember?"

"I'll never forget it."

Yeah! That was so cool!!! Wasn't it? I liked it… review if you don't want me to end up in an insane asylum!!!

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