A/N: A few of my reviews have been asking that I continue where I left off, and I agree that was a pretty sub par ending on my case so I'm adding another chapter! Yayyy.

For the record, if I continue to write about them in the future, just know they will never be 14 in my stories. With the way I write I don't feel comfortable writing that about them doing certain things and being so young. I just don't roll that way. I should really be finishing my Autobiography right now…

He got into another fight, this time at a party just outside of town. He overheard a few drunk Seniors talking about some underclassmen on their "to do" list, Phoebe's name and short skirts comes up and the next thing he knows, there's a huge brawl at this party.

When one of his friends called Phoebe, he simply told her to take him home and try to talk some sense into Max, which was what she was trying to do right now.

"You've got to learn how to control your temper." Phoebe told him, while dabbing the ice pack to his swollen hand.

Max looked back at his sister, jaw clenched and a defiant look on his face.

They haven't spoken to each other in weeks. So when Phoebe tries to come to the rescue, with her usual reprimanding advice, it angers him. First she tells him that she wants nothing to do with him, the next she's grilling him on what he can and can't do.

"What's wrong?"

Max didn't answer, he only silently glared at his fists resting in her hands, thinking of the comments those drunk Seniors made at the party and the current situation he was in. If only she knew, she made his blood boil the most.

Phoebe sighed before sitting next to her angry brother and releasing his injured hand. "What happened, Max?" She softly asked once more, voice taking on a more concerned tone. She slowly ran her hand up and down his back, trying to comfort him.

Just because they weren't on speaking terms, didn't mean she didn't care about his well-being. Nowadays all he did was get into fights and go to parties, she kind of missed him.

Suddenly he jerked away from her touch. "Stop it." He told her, briefly glancing at her before continuing his silent glare at his hands.

"I need to calm you down." Phoebe protested raking her nails through his scalp an action she knew that relaxed him. "You need to calm-"

"I don't want to calm down!" He stood up, openly glaring at her, anger resurfacing. "You don't get to do this, you don't get to act like everything is fine between us."

"What are you talking about Max?!" Phoebe threw back, rising from her seat, her emotions confusing and scattered. " You get into a fight and I'm to blame!? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Do you ever wonder why?!" Max ran a frustrated hand through his hair, before sighing. "When I hear guys talking about you, and what they want to do to you. How do you think that makes me feel?!" He demanded, looking her over.

"I get it, okay. You were protecting me, but that doesn't give you the right to go around punching everything as you please." Phoebe asked, a stubborn hand on her hip and a questioning arched eyebrow on her face, she stood, still frazzled by his previous outburst.

"Did you forget already?!" Max walks closer to her, and Phoebe stands her ground. "Have the last couple of months slipped your mind?"

Phoebe fell silent and Max sighed after a few more seconds. So that was why.

"We're not doing this." She tried in a gentler tone.

"Doing what?" Max questioned, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest.

"This." She said motioning between the two of them. "We're not going back to this, it's wrong and you need to move on."

"I have! You're the one who took it upon yourself to try and save the day. If you stay away from me, I'll stay away from you!"

"Good, because Cole asked me to be his girlfriend!" She yelled, which she hadn't meant to.

Silence.

"... He did?" His voice is so small.

"A-and I might say yes." She couldn't believe she was actually saying this to him, but she felt she had no choice.

Just like that the tension in the room had reached immeasurable heights. Phoebe couldn't say anything. The expression on Max's face said it all, he was hurt, very hurt. But that pain quickly transitioned. The feeling in his stomach churning and becoming more recognizable for anger and uncontrollable possessiveness.

"Wanna bet?" Max actually growled, rounding the bed and coming to stand a couple of paces in front of her. "You're not gonna date him." He told her firmly, looking directly in her eyes.

Phoebe anticipated this happening, of course he would be jealous. Was she shocked that he would demand she not date Cole? Surprisingly, no. Max always got what he wanted, and if he didn't like something he had no problem addressing it.

"Yes. I am." Phoebe bit, speaking slowly and stressing each word and she took a step closer to him, just to prove that his little 'trip around the bed' was not intimidating her in the least.

"Phoebe, you're not talking to him. Dad won't allow it." Max said slowly as well, taking another step closer to the brunette, jaw clenched as he glared at her warningly.

"Dad won't or you won't?" Phoebe echoed stubbornly as she glared at him and took another big step closer, coming to stand inches away from her furious brother.

"You're right. I won't."

"Ugh, you can be so..." She trailed before pushing Max back with firm hands, but he quickly grabbed both of her wrists and pushed her up against the wall.

They just stayed like that, pinned against the wall, in an intense glaring war, light brown eyes shining angrily and fixed onto passionate dark brown ones.

"What's the point in being with him if you don't love him?"

"Who said I didn't?" She was pissed, really pissed. How dare he assume something he knew nothing about!

Max was never one to back down from a fight. If it involved Phoebe it caused his intense emotions to spiral out of control in a never ending whirlpool. Sometimes it was anger, other times it was lust, right now it was a mixture of both.

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm not lying, Max you're too blind to see it."

"I'm too blind?" He repeated, incredulously. "Phoebe, we had sex for God's sake. Twice." He captures a glimpse of a sharp, reckless gloom hidden in her eyes and he pauses. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"Let go of me." She whispers, struggling to break free from his vice-like grip.

He holds her still, a little more gently than before, he's so vulnerable. Not sure what to say, because he's not good with words and he's already treading on thin ice.

He takes a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry okay, but I care a lot about you and I know you do too."

His words make her realize that she needs to stop playing these games with him.

She can't stand that's it's come to this. The back and forth between them, but she can't seem to stay away. If only she was strong enough to say 'no', if only she didn't love him. But then she looks up at him and she finds herself wondering how much she really needs this, how much he needs this.

"… I'm scared."

"Me too."

He closed the gap between them with his lips. The first nanosecond was one of protest, but after that it was a struggle for dominance. Max deepened the kiss, responding by slanting his mouth over hers, taking her all in as if his life depended on it.

Moving his mouth to her throat, placing bites down the lines of her neck. One of his hands grabs at her wrists, his larger hand easily gathering both of her hands into one of his own, and he puts her arms over her head.

He leans in close, pressing his chest into hers, and holds a kiss to her throat. There's a sharp intake of breath and he can feel her juddering against his lips. He begins trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck until he meets her collarbone.

He lets go of her wrists and her hands come to rest on his shoulders. They're both breathing heavily now and the expression on her face is nearly unreadable, shy yet hungry. Their lips meet and everything feels a tiny bit slower and deliberate as she poises herself up on her toes and lets his hands roam with ease.

She closes her eyes, letting her head hang back with the weight of her hair off her shoulders, and then brown eyes flutter open. He turns them both around, yanking her sharply with him towards his bed.

"Rules." She gasped, when she feels the cushion of his mattress underneath her. "We need rules." Phoebe had seen that wild lustful look in those dusky amber eyes before.

"Yeah... rules." He grunted, quickly trying to catch her lips once more.

"No." She mumbled, dodging his attempt.

From the looks of his sister's flushed skin, heaving chest, and messed hair, he was already impatient, not really caring about what she had to say right at the moment. His hands travel down to her sides, unable to control his urges to touch her in some way, as he listened to her.

"We have to keep this a secret."

"Yeah, no duh." He abruptly answered. His body still restless from their previous actions.

She squinted her eyes up at him in annoyance. "I'm serious Max, no one can know. We have to lie to our family, friends… everyone."

"I know, sorry." He sighed in frustration. "We'll make this work."

"Promise?"

Staring boldly into her big questioning chocolate brown eyes. He leans in close and he cuts her off with a tender kiss.

"I promise."