A/N: I decided to start off with two chapters with this one. So, Chapter 2. Don't have much to say. Not going to school is fun!

DISCLAIMER: MAXIMUM RIDE, NOT MINE!

I sat on the couch flipping through channels after school. My mother sat on the floor with her legs crossed flipping through more dress catalogs for my dreaded Quincenera. My dad appeared coming down the stairs in jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, he was carrying a suitcase.

My eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Dad, where are you going?" I asked while my mom gave him the same questioning look.

"I'm…going to California," he sighed, "to see Ari." He added on.

My mom looked back down at the magazines. "Oh, okay. Tell Ari I said, 'Hi'"

"Alright." Dad replied as he rolled the suitcase to the door. He came over to the living room and kissed the top of my head. "See you soon, Max."

When he moved to kiss my mom she scooted on the floor out of his reach. "Come on, Valencia. What if I don't come back?" He protested.

My mom shrugged and my dad sighed going to the door. As he opened to door about to leave, he sighed once again. "I love you, Val."

My mom also sighed, "I love you too, Jeb." She muttered. My dad smiled slightly and left.

"Mom, you ok?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I…I think I'm gonna go to bed."

I looked at clock on the table next to the couch. "Mom, it's only 3:00."

"Yeah, well I have work tomorrow. Buenas noches, Max."

Fang POV

Iggy and I walked up his driveway to the door and Iggy pulled a paper-clip out of his pocket, jamming it into the door.

"You don't have the key to your house?" I raised an eyebrow. I knew he did have a key, I've seen him use it the many times I came over to his house.

"Lost it." He said as the door swung open and we walked inside. Iggy's sister, Max was sprawled out on the couch, sleeping. MTV was playing on the TV, that's the only channel I ever see Max watching.

Iggy grinned and stood over the couch.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He shook his head still grinning then leaned his head down my Max's ear.

"MAX!" She yelped and rolled off the couch onto the floor. Max stood and set her glare on Iggy. Before Iggy could run she pounced on him and began punching at his chest.

"I surrender!" Iggy yelled and Max stood again. She turned to me as if just realizing I was there. "Hey, Fang."

I nodded at her with a smirk. Iggy stood up also, "Hey, Max, where's mom?"

"She went to bed." Max said giving Iggy a look. But, because he's Iggy he didn't seem to get it.

"She went to bed? It's only 5:00, is she upset about something?" Iggy asked what I was already thinking. Because I basically grew up in this house, I know Valencia only goes to bed early when she's upset.

Max rolled her eyes but nodded anyways. "She went up about two hours ago. Dad's going to California."

"Oh!" Iggy said after taking a minute or two to figure it out.

Max shook her head then looked at both of us in question. "Why are you guys home so late?"

Iggy smiled. "Detention. Blew up tomorrow's Mystery Meat, you're welcome. And Fang, well I think you know why Fang had detention." Iggy looked at me obviously referring to yesterday's 'fight', even though it was only a scuffle. Screw the public school system.

Max's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, well uh, I'm going to my room now. Iggy finish all your homework tonight, please.

Iggy rolled his eyes. "You know, technically, I'm the older one. By nine minutes, actually."

Max turned back on her way up the stairs. "Well, I'll always be more mature." Then she went on up the stairs. My eyes followed her until I couldn't see her anymore.

Iggy's face took on an evil grin, "Want to see my newest bomb?"

I smirked, "Sure, Ig."

Max POV

I sat on my bed with the lights on and the door open while blasting metal music. Why do I listen to metal music? I have no idea. I never really thought it to be my type but my friend told me I'm kind of hardcore, a tough cookie, she says. She recommended it, said it matches my image. But it's not all I listen to, just one of the many genres.

The song ended and I opened my eyes just as Fang stopped while walking passed my open door.

"Oh, hey." I said awkwardly. Fang stepped in and walked over to the wall on the left side of my bed, leaning on it.

"Hey," he replied.

I walked towards my speaker and turned it off, then leaned my hand on my desk where I had it set up.

"Hey, um…thanks for, you know, defending me or whatever. Even though I could've done it myself." I said, looking up at Fang, who was now next to me, observing all the things I had littered across my desk, pictures, CD's, records, etc.

Fang smirked at me. "No, you couldn't have."

I gaped at him. "What makes you think that?!" I demanded.

"Well, when we were seven, I pushed you off the swings and you cried." He said, still wearing a smirk.

"Are you serious?! I was nine, and it hurt!" I defended.

"Alright," he nodded. "What about…Now!" Then he jumped on me, successfully pinning me to the floor. He straddled my waist and held my arms.

I looked up at him in shock. "What are you doing?!" I screeched.

"Try to defend yourself. See if you can get me off." He said as if it were perfectly normal.

"What?! Are you crazy? Get off of me, Fang!" I yelled while he simply smirked.

I internally groaned. "IG-" I tried to call Iggy's name but Fang cut me off…with his lips. He lowered his head quickly and pressed his lips to mine. That's all there was to it just pressure. He released his hold on my arms and stood up, breaking our lips' contact. I quickly stood after him. "What was that?!"

He shrugged. "Only way I could think to get you to shut up. You're mom's sleeping down the hall, you know?"

I gaped at him. "You could've just told me to shut up! Or got off of me so I wouldn't be screaming for help!" I argued.

He nodded. "You're right, maybe I kissed you for another reason, but who knows."

And with that he turned and exited my room and I wast he's his back until he was in Iggy's room, closing the door behind him.

…Why do I feel all tingly?

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