Oops; forgot the note last chapter about the ring:

The ring is on my profile.

It's super pretty(:

Okay. Here's Chapter Two.

It's not that amazing, more of a necessary chapter. With the image and such.

I nearly fainted when I figured out what the key meant. But that's not the best part. The apartment was furnished for us, and they didn't mind us getting there at six thirty in the morning.

We took the elevator to floor three, walked straight, made a right, then on our right, four doors down the hall, was our own home.

Fang stuck the key in the door knob, turned it, turned the knob, covered my eyes, pulled the key out, and shut the door. Then I heard the light switch flick on, and we walked forward just a bit more. And then I could see again.

It was amazing. The walls were an off white with a strip of maroon further than half way down the side. There were wooden floors up until the living room, where there was a couch, a recliner, and an arm chair, all laid out professionally looking around the red wood coffee table. Against the wall opposite the tan couch and furniture, there was another redwood table, but this table wasn't a table. It was one of those entertainment stands, and it held a big flat screen TV. Below the TV there were doors that opened, and behind those doors were tons and tons of movies. On one side there was two shelves, both which were supplied with photos of the flock ranging from ages ten, when Jeb saved us, to now. On the other side there were three shelves, and behind them was a mirror. It was cool to look at. There was nothing on those shelves yet, but we'd find something.

I turned to my left, now, and there was a kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops, and cupboards on the walls. There was one of those breakfast bar things, where it's like a bar in your kitchen, minus the beer? I liked that.

I wasn't done looking around, but apparently five minutes of me staring with an open jaw gets Fang impatient, so he grabbed my shoulders and brought me with him past the couch and TV and table. Before we left that area completely, I noticed that next to the kitchen was a small dining area. But then I couldn't see anything out there anymore. Now we were in an office or study-like room, Fang's new laptop on one desk and another laptop sitting on another. Fang opened the new one swiftly and moved the cursor to bring it to life.

My desktop background was Fang and I, age sixteen, hugging. His arms were wrapped around me and his chin rested on my head, while I had my hands on his chest, and my head was turned sideways toward the camera(though I had no clue there was a picture being taken), as if I was putting my ear to his chest to listen to his heart. I smiled as I saw this, and then noticed there was something open on the computer. I looked closer at the Taskbar, noticing it was a Word document. It said, "MaxREADTHIS – Mic…" in the little box on the taskbar, so I clicked it to restore it.

Max, It read.

So, if you're reading this, you and Fang are getting married. I can't believe it's been seven years since I saw him completely freaking about the surgery to get your chip out. I know it may seem long to you, but you're my daughter, Max, and time always seems to fly by when I'm with you. I can't believe you're grown up and now you're living with your soon-to-be-husband.

You can't forget about the wedding, obviously. So be ready to plan for your big day, and yes, I expect you to let Jeb walk you down the aisle. I know you still haven't forgiven him, but I also know you at least trust him, seeing as you didn't kill him. Just be nice, Max…

I love you with everything I have, I always have, and I always will.

-Mom.

There were a few lines of space and then another bunch of text.

Max! You're marrying FANG! I KNEW it! I've known it since I was like… Really young. Since before you two knew you loved each other. You're welcome. *insert Angel's trademark 'I told you so' face* Anyways. I'm flower girl, right? Nudge and Ella can be bridesmaids. I promised you I would be flower girl. Back at the motel, seven years ago. And I'm still holding to that. Of course now, you won't threaten to kill me.

I know you're living with Fang, now, but you live two blocks from us. Forget us and you die. And by the way… Now that you can't kill me anytime soon, I have a boyfriend. Joey. He's really nice, and don't worry. We haven't kissed. Yet. But we're going to the movies like, this weekend. So, if you have a lecture(don't lie, I know you do), better tell me soon.

I'm praying for you lots. I miss you, tons. And I love you more than you know.

-Angel.
P.S. Don't worry, I'm still your baby, and I always will be.

I think I started tearing up on that one, then went on to the next.

! ! I cannot believe it! You're marrying Fang! I soooo knew this was happening. Like, I knewwwww it! I don't know what else to say…

!

-Nudge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I laughed, that time, and went on to read the last of the text.

Max! Seven years ago, I met you. My long lost sister. Literally. I couldn't believe it then, and it's still hard to believe now that my sister saved the world. But you did, and from the first time I met Fang I knew you two were meant for each other. I'm so happy for you guys, and, yeah…

I'm nineteen, now, and I'm growing up, just like you. But the best thing I'm absolutely positive about growing up is, even though I am growing, and you are, too. We're not growing apart, and I know we never will.

Love you, Max!

-Ella.

I was practically bawling by the end, and Fang's strong embrace calmed me. I smiled up and him and he smiled down at me. "There are still two other rooms." He told me, and grabbed my hand.

I stood up, following him, and first he led me to an empty room pained pale green with white and yellow splatter painted on it. It looked so cool, compared to how it sounded, and I was confused. "What's this for…?" I asked, my voice trailing off.

He shrugged, acting like he had no idea, but I had a feeling he was hiding something. I shrugged it away for now as he led me out of the room and walked me in to the room at the very end of the hall. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, and I gasped. It was like a royal palace in bedroom style.

It had a large queen, maybe even king, sized bed, with poles supporting those things that you drape over something, like curtains. You've seen those beds before, right? Yeah. It was one of those. On the left side, where I usually slept, there was a night stand with a table light on it, and there was also one to the right.

Across from the bed, to the right of where we stood, there was a large white dresser, and to the left, was a black one. Fang's. The white one was mine.

Off to the right, further over, there was a master bath, and I walked in slowly. Inside, there were two sinks, and then a closet behind us. Inside the closet was a washing machine and dryer. Convenient.

Then there was another door, past the sinks and the counter, which led to a toilet and a bathtub/shower type thing.

I turned around, walking back into the bedroom and Fang smiled at me. He knew I liked it. I knew I liked it. Then he walked over to the bed, climbed in on his side, and then patted my pillow with his hand.

"Why don't you come join me?" He smirked, holding out his arms, now.

I couldn't resist.

I trotted over to the bed, climbing in, then into his arms. The bed was soft. Really soft. It was amazing. And being with Fang made it ten times more amazing.

We talked for the next few minutes, and then his lips were on mine. Well, my lips were on his. He had put his head down on his pillow and I saw that as a vulnerability. So I had taken my chance and threw myself at him. At first I thought about, Please let the others be asleep… And then I realized, wait. We were alone. In our house. Okay, apartment, but good enough.

Fang rolled over so he was on top of me, now, and his lips moved hungrily with mine. His hands ran over me, and I didn't mind one bit.

I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his chest, when suddenly, I realized he pulled away for just a second to pull it off. Then he lowered himself back down, smashing his lips against mine again. I rolled us over, so I was back on top, and he started unbuttoning my shirt. For the first time, I didn't stop him. We were alone. We were engaged.

He got the last button undone and I tore the shirt of my arms as fast as I could. I pressed my body back against his, and his arms pulled me as close as physically possible. I tilted my head every way, trying to somehow get closer. It didn't work.

But still, making out with Fang in the first place was heaven, anyways.

So, boring. I know.

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