(A/N): Hey Guys! So, second chapter up today! hope you like it! If you can guess which celebrity I based Anni's looks off of, I'll give you a cyber cookie, or a cyber apple, of your choice. (::) or (#)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Anni.

Anni

My god, this probably the most awkward moment of my life. Ah, the joys of being pushed into the room Max and I shared by said roommate, Angel and Nudge. Max shoved me onto the bed next to Angel and sat across us on her bed with Nudge.

"So? What happened? Was it good? What happened? How did it feel? Were you nervous? What-?" Naturally, Nudge was the first to speak, and in quantity too. She would have kept speaking, but Max had clamped her hand over her mouth, rendering her helpless.

"What happened between you and Fang? I saw him follow you out, I basically didn't chase you after that." I flushed with both embarrassment and anger.

"Why don't you ask Angel, she did arrange this whole thing after all." I glared at the innocent looking six-year-old sitting next to me, leaning against my bed head, wrapping my arms around my knees and resting my chin on top.

"Angel." Max growled expectantly, watching her attempt to keep her face steady.

"I did no such thing." I scoffed and raised my eyebrows at her.

"Oh yeah, so the entire escapade on the cliff where you told me Gazzy had imitated your voice with the bomb comment so you could stalk me and Fang was a figment of my imagination?" I glowered darkly at Angel, daring her to disagree.

"I wasn't stalking you. I was watching you." I snorted indignantly.

"From the bushes." I added while Max and Nudge smothered a smile.

"She's right Angel. That does classify as stalker-like."

"You guys are the ones who suggested it! You can't just blame me!" Max and Nudge paled, glaring at Angel while glancing at me to see my reaction. Fury etched on my face I launched my self at Nudge and Max, dragging them off the bed onto the floor. I heard the door open and Angel turn herself towards the person standing there.

"Oh hi Fang, we were just talking about-" Angel stopped talking long enough to dodge as I launched myself at her. Nudge used this time to run out the door, Angel following on her heels. I slumped down onto the floor, my face against the edge of the bed. Max grinned at me evilly as she raced out the door, pushing Fang inside with me before locking the door after her.

"Uh…do I even want to know what you guys were talking about?" I jumped as Fang's voice reached my ears, he could only be a maximum of a foot away. I shivered slightly as his fingertips brushed the back of my neck.

"Are you okay?" I nodded against the bedspread, gritting my teeth in determination. I felt him shift onto his back, his hand still massaging my neck. I sighed in relief as his hand paused, only to inhale sharply again when they trailed across my neck and up to my cheek. His fingers caressed my face and I frowned into the bed spread. I turned my head to face him, glaring at him, hoping he would stop. Instead he simply smiled at me tenderly and stroked across my cheekbone. I raised my eyebrows in a silent question never answered, because at that moment he leant his forehead against mine. Bloody men. They're so god damn frustrating. Don't get me wrong, I would be more than happy for him to be kissing me, but due to my condition, I knew I couldn't. So, instead of letting him lean in and kiss me like I really wanted, I slid my head next to his and wrapped my arms around his shoulders in a hug, thus stopping him from kissing me. I did, however, kiss him on the cheek after he joined my hug, enjoying the fact he stiffened in my arms when I did so. What I didn't expect however was him pressing his lips to the space between my neck and my collarbone. I felt him smile against my neck as I moaned quietly, which should have been below even his hearing. Apparently I'm not as good as I used to be.
"You like that." I swallowed stiffly as he said this, his voice muffled against my flesh. I nodded carefully.

"Yes." I whispered hollowly, my voice full of sorrow.

"Then why won't you let me kiss you?"

Fang

"Women are so confusing." I ground out, glaring at the ceiling high above me.

"We heard you the first six hundred and fifty-three times, Fang. By the way, that's the longest sentence you've spoken in almost a day. It used to just be 'she is so confusing. You still haven't told us what she did to deserve the 'confusing' treatment. Or why you came in here with a hand print on your face." Iggy drawled boredly, he had been listening to me since at least 12 o clock yesterday morning. I glanced over at the alarm clock we owned and groaned. Two am! I'm never going to sleep. The all too few minutes of Anni and I's altercation echoed through my mind.

FLASHBACK

I massaged the back of her neck with my fingertips, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under my fingers. I grinned as I felt her shiver at the small contact.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently, worried she would suddenly stand up and massacre me with a chainsaw. I rolled onto my back as she nodded into the bedspread, my spine resting on the side of the bedframe. I stopped my hand movement for a second before trailing my hand around to the side of her neck and up to caress her cheek. She turned to face me, her eyes set in an only somewhat menacing glare. In turn, I simply smiled at her tenderly and ran my hand across her cheekbone and rested my forehead against hers. Instead of letting me lean in to kiss her she moved her head into the hollow of my neck and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I slid my hands up into the hollow of her spine and dragged her closer to my body. I stiffened slightly as she pecked me on the cheek. I raised an eyebrow and pressed my lips onto the skin between her neck and her collarbone, relishing in the fact that she moaned quietly as I did so. I smiled wide against her neck.

"You like that." I stated my voice muffled against her flesh, watching her nod slowly.

"Yes." She whispered her voice full of sadness.

"Then why won't you let me kiss you?"

She pulled away and stared at her feet.

She mumbled something I didn't understand so I leaned closer and stared up at her face from underneath. Suddenly she pounced on me, her lips pressing down on mine, our lips moving in unison. Her head tilted to the side slightly so our noses weren't mashed up against each other. I touched my tongue to her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, allowing me to swirl my tongue in her mouth. She pulled away, both of us out of breath, the taste of her lips lingering on mine.

"Because I don't like you." I frowned as she said this. I mean, one minute she kisses me, and the next she says she doesn't like me? Can you understand my confusion?

"Huh?" Was my all-intelligent response to that humongous blow to my ego. "Why not?"

"Because…I…uh…I…gr." The end of her stuttered question ended in a frustrated growl as she slapped her hand into my cheek and stormed out.

END FLASHBACK

"It doesn't matter." I grumbled, rolling over to glare at the wall in front of me.

"You've been talking about this for…fourteen hours- fourteen hours? Jesus Christ Fang, that long? And you say that 'it doesn't matter'?" His tone was exasperated at first, and then shocked, before turning into anger.

"That's because it doesn't!" I exclaimed, quiet enough as to not wake up the others. Gazzy had fallen asleep a few hours ago, man that kid could sleep through anything. "I'm going to try to get some sleep." I muttered, punching the pillow before burrowing my face into it.

"Finally!" I heard Iggy exclaim before setting the alarm clock he had been fiddling with on the side table beside his bed.

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