Author's Note: so i didn't get quite as many reviews on the last chapter as the first but that's okay because i enjoy writing this story and ill get over it. And I understand the characters, well at least Fang is OOC in this chapter but i cant just have him not talk to anyone throughout the whole dinner, that would be lame

Chapter 3

Fang and I quickly stifled our surprise. "Um, how are you? It's so good to see you." I said. "Yeah it's good to see you too, I'm okay how about you?" he asked. "Good, good." I said. Okay well that conversation was totally not awkward...

Fang's parents stood up then and the usual hugs and greetings were exchanged before we all sat down. I of course ended up right across from Fang. "Oh, max i can't get over how beautiful you've gotten." said Mrs. Walker. I smiled kindly at her. "Yeah, I'm sure the boys will be falling all over you this summer." Everyone except Fang and I laughed. I smiled politely again and fang looked over at me with a weird expression on his face.

I looked away from his dark eyes. I still couldn't believe the boy sitting in front of me was Fang! Let me give you a description of Fang before and after:

Fang Before:

.greasy, pushed back hair

.acne

.glasses

.skinny,scrawny looking (no muscle)

.nerdy bright clothing

Fang Now:

.sexy, silky, skater type hair

.perfect skin

.contacts-I never noticed with the glasses, but he has great eyes

.muscled but not overly muscled, more like lean muscle

.seems to enjoy black

Yeah, Fang had definitely changed. Well I guess I did too. We both had obviously, we didn't even recognize each other. Dylan came back a few minutes later. "Are we ready t order?" he asked. I could see him watching me out of the corner of my eye but I was to busy watching Fang, who was staring right back at me. Our parents ordered then I realized, I'd never even looked at the menu. I looked away from Fang for a second and ordered the first thing I saw. 'Baked Ziti" please. "Excellent choice ma'am." Dylan said. I smiled politely but rolled my eyes when he looked away. I looked back at Fang as he ordered. "I'll have the same.' he said, holding his menu up for Dylan without looking away.

Dylan brushed his arm along mine as he walked away and I shivered. Not from Dylan, but from the intensity of how Fang was looking at me. I looked away finally as his mom spoke up. "Well he was just too cute wasn't he Max?" She said. "What? Oh, him, um he was alright." I said smiling. "Well he was looking at you the whole time, he was flirting." She said matter-of-factly, then she giggled like she was freaking 12 years old. I smiled awkwardly at her and turned away. One thing I hate? Adults trying to be your friend.

Then the four adults broke into a boring conversation and I turned back to Fang. He had watched our whole exchange with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He smirked and leaned forward as I raised my eyebrow. I leaned forward too so we could talk without being interrupted. "What?" I asked. He smirked again. "Sorry about that, she likes to pretend she's still a teenager. But she doesn't seem to understand that teens don't want an adult to be their friend." "Well, that was my thought exactly." I said and smiled at him.

"So, what happened to you?" I asked. He gave me a look. "Me? What the hell happened to you!"

"Hm, well I guess we both made some changes." I said. "Yeah obviously, I've seen you every summer for 16 years and then we meet on the beach and neither of us recognizes the other." He said.

"Yeah, that's pretty crazy." I agreed. "But, really Fang. Last time I saw you you had as much gel in your hair it was crunchier and greasier than Pauly D's from Jersey Shore. Plus, you had acne, glasses, and absolutely no fashion sense. Also, last summer you did not look like you did today at the beach when you swam. Sorry, was that mean?" I asked. I suddenly felt bad for saying all that, did I go to far? But he was smiling as I finished. "Well, Maximum. I finally told my mom I was going to be buying my own clothes. She wasn't to happy with all the black but she got over it when she realized I wasn't going to change. And no, I'm not emo I like black. Also I got, contacts, cleared up my skin, and I've started working out, thanks for noticing." he said, he was smirking again.

"And the hair?" I asked.

"Yes, my Pauly D hair as you say. Well one day I went with my mom to her hair appointment and when her hair dresser saw me, he screamed. I took that as a hint to change it up." He said.

"Wow, harsh." He nodded but shrugged it off. "But what about you Max?" he asked.

"Okay, well I also got contacts and cleared up my face. I got a new wardrobe, decided make up isn't all bad, and I got a new attitude: bad-ass and sarcastic. Along with that I started working out and dropped from a size 16 to a size 4." I said proudly. He smiled at me. "Well, I have to say, you look really good, Max. And, it really is nice to see you." he said. I blushed a bright red but luckily our food came at that moment offering us a distraction. "Let me know if I can help you in anyway." Dylan offered. He again brushed his arm against my back as he walked away. I shivered, this time from the glare Fang was giving Dylan. If looks could kill, geez.

"What?" I asked Fang as I took the first bite of my pasta. God, the food here is amazing. "Waiter boy is a little touchy don't you think?" he sneered. "Yeah, actually it's a bit creepy." I agreed. He chuckled then and relaxed. We ate in a comfortable silence. Every few seconds I would sneak glances at Fang. God, he was cute. If he thought I looked good he should look in a mirror. Along with the change in his appearance he also seemed to have a new attitude, before he was a little weird. But now, I'd never enjoyed talking to him more and we'd never had a conversation as personal as that. But one thing did bother me, he used to be so quiet. Now, he seemed to have a mysterious air about him, oh and did I mention how hot he was?

After dinner Fang and I watched in both annoyance and amusement as our parents argued over who would pick up the check. The Walkers finally won with a promise they would let my parents pay next time, meaning we'd be having dinner with them again. I smiled at the thought. Mrs. Walker grabbed the check and looked at it.

"Oh, Max! There's a note in here for you." She winked as she handed me a folded piece of paper. I opened up curiously and then sighed as I scanned it quickly:

Call Me?

615-5552

Dylan

Wow, I thought only creepy girls did that. As the six of us walked out of the restaurant Fang grabbed the paper from me. He looked at it and then handed it back with a weird-ed out look on his face. "Wow, I thought only creepy chicks did that." he said. Wow, that was weird.

I was about to throw it away when I saw Dylan looking at me through the window of the restaurant. I held up the paper awkwardly and then put it in my purse so i wouldn't hurt his feelings. He grinned at me and I smiled back, I'm pretty sure it looked more like a grimace. Fang chuckled at me as we walked to the parking lot. I hugged Fang's parents good bye and then our parents started talking again. Why can't people ever just say good bye? I turned to Fang and I also hugged him good bye. I smiled as he whispered in my ear. "You look really beautiful Max, and I'm glad we talked tonight." I blushed again as we broke apart. "You're not looking to bad yourself Fang, and me too, tonight was fun." I said quietly. He smiled slightly at me. "So, Fang, last time I saw you, you almost never talked this much."

He laughed quietly. "Yeah, your right, I don't know what it is. Maybe it's just depends on who wants to talk to me." He said with a hint of mischief in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Finally our parents were saying good bye and they separated to walk to our cars. Fang and i stayed there for a minute. "Bye, Max." he said. Then he grabbed my hand and kissed it gently, winked at me and followed his parents to their car leaving me speechless. What the hell just happened? And what the hell happened to Fang? I was definitely liking this new Fang though.