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~Chapter 2~ Max POV

I am 9 years old today. Fang never came back. Sometimes, when I see a shooting star, I wish that he'd come back to me and everything would go back to how it was.

I am 11 years old today. Fang hasn't even called once in the 4 years we've been apart... Is it so wrong to still hold onto him?

I am 14 years old today. Another birthday without Fang. I couldn't blow out all the candles alone... Guess what I wished for?

I am 16 years old today. Fang has degraded me to wishing on an eyelash, and wishing for him at 11:11 and on a shooting star, on a four-leaf clover, wishing bones, Pennies in the fountain... Every chain mail I get, I forward it just to wish for Fang. 9 years... I thought we were friends...

I am 17 years old today. I'm fine. Everything is fine. See me smile? I hate you Fang.

Fang's POV

If I stood in a crazy large bowl, I'd cry another ocean. The world wouldn't have to worry about running out of water, my tears would save the day. I hadn't gone one day without missing Max. When I closed my eyes, all I could see were her caramel-melted chocolate eyes and her fluffy, bouncy hair. It was like someone painted her face onto my eyelids. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never imagine what Max could possibly look like now, to me, she was always a 7 year old girl.

With all the missing and wishing, you couldn't imagine how happy I was when Dad told us we were moving back. I didn't care for how long. Just that little bit of time with Max would be enough. It would be everything I wished for. I smiled and slept peacefully for once in the 10 years we've been apart knowing that tomorrow, I'd be able to see her smiling face again.

Max's POV

"Max, WAKE UP. First day of school." Nudge screamed in my ear making me jump a billion feet in the air.

"HOW did you get in here?" I screamed back, rubbing my eyes. Screw Monday mornings.

"Your mom let me in, I think she was just too scared to wake you up herself... Hehe, I'm gonna make you look SO SO pretty. First impressions always matter, Max, don't let anyone tell you otherwise... So what do you want to do with your hair... I was thinking we should just leave it down..."

And on and on and on and on. It takes some serious skill to be able to understand half the things of what Nudge is saying. Something I have yet to master...

"Nudge, I'm probably just gonna wear jeans and a shirt..." I said, dangling my feet off the bed. She glared at me and I flinched... What? She looked scary...

"You. Will. Not. Wear. Jeans. And. A. Shirt. Go get ready and I'll scavenge for clothes... Jeez, I've got my work cut out for me..." She sighed and I rolled my eyes, dragging myself into the bathroom. You know the drill...

So I opened the door and my room was a mess, I am NOT cleaning that up...

"MAX! TRY THIS ON! NOW! GO GO GO!" When exactly did I join the army...? I looked at the clothes she threw in my direction... hmmm, at least they were black.

"I know what you're thinking, and no, I would've given you another color except you don't exactly HAVE any...Note to self, bring Max shopping.." I laughed and hurried to the bathroom to change, looking at myself in the mirror and wincing. (Link: .com/cgi/set?id=28359576)

"Max! Hurry up! Iggy's here!" Nudge shouted, grabbing my bag and heading downstairs, lovely... I ran out of the room, grabbed the shoes and hopped into Iggy's car, Nudge already seated inside.

"Come on let's gooooo... I don't wanna be lateee..." Nudge whined and we sped along the road, past the house that used to be Fangs...