Author's Note: So. I would like to thank all of you that submitted reviews, and in such a short period of time, too! It's a nice thing for an author to come home too. I've obviously decided to continue this story, in response to the many demands. And you wanna know the truth? You guys are right. This story is too rich, too…versatile to just leave as a one-shot. There's a lot of Fax-filled fun that I could have with this thing. So, here we go. Oh, and one more thing. I'm usually very meticulous about editing and rereading my work once I'm finished. I didn't do that before I posted the last chapter, and I just realized that there were certain sentences that just didn't make sense. I fixed that. So, if you would like, reread the last chapter, and you'll see a few more details that you didn't see last time. I'll be sure to proofread this chapter before I put it up, too. Enjoy!

I walked over to the dining room table, where Fang was waiting for me, still clad in that ridiculous apron. I smirked, just picturing what everyone would think if they were to suddenly come into the house. Me dressing like white trash, camisole and shredded sweats galore, was nothing new. I dressed comfortably whenever I got the chance, seeing as for the longest time, I would go days, sometimes weeks without being able to change my clothes. But I'm not the one on trial here. The issue here was Fang, acting suspiciously like he had just smoked crack out of a light bulb. But seriously, can you picture how Gaz, or even better, Nudge, would have reacted? I was laughing just thinking about it.

"Max, I have another surprise for you," Fang reminded me. I remembered him saying something about that. I'm not sure I wanted to know what this one was, though.

"Um… what's that?" I asked him.

"Well, this is something that your mom helped me with, and I just… well, I thought it was beautiful the second I saw it. It made me think of how much I love you," he said. How much he loved me? Oh Jesus. I got the feeling that one of my classic Maximum Ride freakout sessions was about to break its way through my calm veneer.

"Wait. Fang, what is all of this? And what are you talking about, 'how much you love me'? I love you too, but this is… too much. I don't really know where you're going with this, but I swear to god, if this is some kind of joke, I'm going to kill you," I informed him matter-of-factly.

"No, Max. No joke. I'm really, really… obsessed with you." Fang looked as if he'd just realized that himself, and told a big secret at the same time. I jerked my head back, as if to say, "excuse me?!"

"Wait… what?" I asked, everything rushing around me in a blur.

"Well, obsessed is not really what I meant. More… smitten. In love, you know?" The corner of his mouth twitched into a fraction of a smile for one second after he said the word "love". Oh jeez. This was all I needed. Fang getting all loopy, not to mention naked in my mother's apron.

"So… what is this? Why are you doing all this for me?" I asked, still not quite sure that I was totally understanding what he was getting at.

"I thought I just told you. I'm in love with you, Max!" He declared. I stared, unblinking, still not believing that this was Fang standing in front of me. My mind wandered, thinking of all the bad things that could have happened to make him act like this. I pictured an M-geek wearing his skin, and the real Fang left dismembered in the basement. I shuddered, scolding myself for allowing such a gruesome thought to enter my head at such a… nice moment. I had to make sure, though. I touched his face. I felt around a bit… it felt like Fang, I felt bone underneath his well-chiseled face, and that's when he started looking at me like I was the weird one.

He took my hand away from his face, and presented something to me inside a small rectangular box. At first I thought, great. Fang's gone completely crazy, and is now proposing marriage. Then I noticed that the box wasn't the kind of box that you put a ring in, however, it was something that you could fit some kind of jewelry in. He opened the small white box, taking the top in his other hand. I noticed the pendant first. It was silver, and it was nothing other than a pair of wings. Like angel wings. Like our wings. I then looked to the chain, lying in a puddle of itself next to it. The links were so small and fine, I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. It was gorgeous.

"Fang, I… I don't know what to say," I told him, looking him earnestly in the eyes. His loving gaze seemed to falter.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, looking a tiny bit worried.

"No, no, jeez, Fang, it's beautiful. I hope you didn't… wait a minute… how did you pay for this?" I asked, suspicious that he had used less-than-legal means to do so. I mean, we had all done it before, but a can of food and a silver necklace are two completely different things!

"I told you, your mom helped me." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I saw it, and I thought that it would look perfect on you. Your mom saw me looking at it when we were out, and she didn't even ask me the question. She just told the guy, 'we want that one'. And that's how it happened." He paused. "Isn't it nice?"He asked. I nodded, still staring at the necklace. "It's like our little secret. Only you and I… well, and the flock, of course, will know what it really means."

"I love it, Fang. Thank you so much," I told him honestly.I looked at him again, and made the final realization that I could not take him seriously in that freaking apron. "Fang, you need to go change. I can't—" I started laughing. "I can't look at you in that thing anymore, man. It's throwing me off my game!" He started to laugh, and I got up, gave him a hug, and told him, "Go! Now! You need some underwear, at least." He smiled at me, and I secretly hoped that he wouldn't (or would… maybe) return in a banana hammock of some kind. He turned to walk out of the dining room, and as he did so, he batted me with his wing. Yes, yes, I know. This caused him to expose himself a bit (eeeeee!!), and I took that opportunity, even though I was being swatted at with his wing, to give him a hard slap on his bare butt. I felt him jump as the smacking sound resonated through the kitchen.

"Hey!" He said playfully. "That has to wait for later," he continued, and winked at me again. Let me tell you something. Some people are cute when they wink. This kid was just plain sexy. He walked through the kitchen, repositioning his wings so that they crossed over his back, and went upstairs.

I looked at the necklace, still in the box in my hand. I took it out, and fumbled with the clasp for about ten seconds before getting in on. It felt good, the thin strand of metal cold on the back of my wet neck.

I was honestly starting not to care why Fang was acting like this. I helped myself to a cookie. Oh. My. God. Not only was this kid great looking, wonderful to me in every way, acting in a way that would allow me to take advantage of him (maybe), but good god he could bake like my mom! I imagined the Voice inside my head going,

"He's a keeper, Max."

I smiled, helping myself to another cookie.