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FANG POV:

I could hear the blood pumping through my heart, and I rumbled through my brain trying to think of simple words that couldn't seem to go through my head. I got like this sometimes when Max, was around me, another affect she had on me that I hated. But sooner or later I collected my calm, and managed to stammer out, "Yeah, sure come on in," in a tone that actually sounded like I wasn't some nerdy teenage boy seeing a girl for the first time.

She tried to smile, as I unlocked my door, but even that faded as she walked inside leaving her suitcases by the door. "So, I'm thinking Chinese, or Italian, what do you think? Or! I know this great Mexican place down the street." My heart sank for a moment, I recognized that voice, one that I've heard many a time in my life, her I'm-trying-to-act-happy voice.

"Max…" I came from behind her and wrapped my arms around her, stopping her from fidgeting.

"What happened?" I barely whispered it to her, but there was a tone of seriousness in my tone the curiosity finally getting to me.

She said nothing, just turned around in my embrace and buried her face in my chest. Despite the depressing atmosphere I smiled, we fit perfectly together, and she had an adorable pouting face.

We stood there for a moment, just silence filling the air, me basking in the moment. When we finally parted, she had on a happier expression, and started towards the couch, checking out my Netflix.

I sat next to her, and said, "Chinese." She laughed, and picked up the phone, heading towards the kitchen, where I could hear her ordering at least one of everything on the menu.

"Wow, who else is coming to this feast? "

"Doesn't matter because you're paying for it."

After a very fulfilling dinner, we enjoyed the background sounds of the movie for a while neither of us really paying attention to the moving characters on the screen. I was anxious to figure out what happened between Max and Dylan, had the broken up, was it just a fight? I would have burst out of my seat with excitement had it not been Max lying on my lap making me care just a little less about other worldly matters.

When the movie just started to get good, not that I was watching, Max finally spoke.

"So want to go apartment shopping with me tomorrow?" Curiosity struck me again, if she was looking for a new apartment that means she's moving out of Dylan's.

"Why?" I'm proud of myself for containing in the eagerness, and putting it all in to one question.

"Well Sherlock, if you haven't noticed, I don't really want to be with Dylan right now."

I know I shouldn't be happy, but if she wasn't here, I'd probably be dancing.

"Do we have a reason?" I persisted hoping to gain as much information as possible, just so I don't set my sights to high and get the shot away again.

"He…he umm…" Another gloom took over her, and I almost regretted asking her that question, almost being the operative word.

"What did he forget your anniversary, or not buy the kind of flowers you liked?" She playfully punched me, sitting up, and I was glad that she wasn't offended by that.

"No…he…he cheated on me. I caught him in his office with some blond today." There were no words to say after that, and we both just sat there, Max seeming as if she wanted to cry, but doing a damn good job at resisting.

"I'll kill him." And I meant it, not only because she was my best friend, and he hurt her, but because this guy obviously didn't know how precious Max was, and I did.

"Save the face for me." She scoffed out, throwing a piece of left over cong-pow chicken in her mouth.

"No I mean it, where is he I'll kick his ass." My threat was real, and completely and option if Max asked me to, but she smiled and continued to watch the movie.

"I can do that myself Fang. For now let's just concentrate on finding me a new home." When she finished her sentence, a new idea suddenly opened up to me, a chance, a window I might never get again, so I took the leap.

"Why don't you move in with me?"