A/N Okay, I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this chapter. It might be full of fluff, but hopefully not. Again, Co-written with a.k.a CAPTAIN sarcasm. Blah, Blah. Read on.

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Chapter 4.

~Max POV~

Again, I sigh and repeat. "What are you doing?" Fang restrains my wrists just above my head, his grasp tightening every time I try and break free. Eventually I give up, feeling the pulse in my hands, slowly losing circulation. From somewhere to the left of me I hear footsteps slowly approaching the three of us. Fang must hear them too because he breaks our stare, and turns to look (surprise, surprise), to the noise. "MAXIMUM MICHELLE RIDE!" The footsteps yell… wait that voice sounds familiar…

"Nudge!" I scream right into Fangs ear, making him wince. "I have been waiting for you for like ever! I was going to come get you awhile ago, but I figured you'd come meet me, but noo! No Max shows up-" I cut her off before she can continue with one of her famous rants. "Sorry Nudge, I was leaving but I kind of got held up." I gesture, the best I can to Fang, who is still on top of me. "Get off, NOW!" I shout at him.

"Not until you apologize for effing punching me in the face!" He yells right back at me. "You deserved it." I spit at him. "Besides, you said I couldn't hurt you; did wittle Fangy get hurt?" I ask mockingly. Nudge gives me a curious glance, silently asking the question: 'What did you do now?' I shrug awkwardly.

"Apologize!" He barks (A/N WOOF!) sternly.

"No!" I reply stubbornly. He glares coldly into my eyes, ordering, "Apologize! Now!"

Before I have time to object, Nudge cuts in, "Damn it Max; just apologize already! I need time to do your make-up and get your clothes picked out for the big beach party tonight! *insert groan from yours truly*-" "Who are you going with?" She prods, glancing between Fang Dylan and I. Since when was I in a 'love triangle'?

I smirk, "Not with any of these *gesture towards my wonderful audience* whack jobs!"

Fang turns his head to look at Nudge, "She isn't going anywhere until she apologizes" he growls. Nudge, being Nudge, puts her hands on her hips, "Max, apologize. We don't have any time to waste."

I mumble under my breath, "I'd rather do this all night instead of going to a lame beach party..." Fang raises an eyebrow, being the only one who catches this, "Oh would you now?"

"HEY NUDGE, BABY, WHAZZ UP?" Iggy asks, greeting Nudge, arms wide. Nudge blushes; (Is there something going on that I don't know about?) I make note of asking Nudge later. She gives him an awkward hug, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Iggy notices she isn't the only one around, and catches sight of Fang on top of me, "Whoa whoa! What did I just walk in to?" He asks, looking to Nudge for an explanation; (Bad idea!) "Well…" She continues, "Max didn't show up on the beach, so I started to get worried and figured I would just go and find her, ya know? I came here to your house and found them like this and I was like 'whoa! What is going on!' but I didn't say that, I pretended to be all cool and screamed Max's name, which got their attention-" Iggy clasps a hand over her mouth, "Alright, alright. I GET IT!"

After a moment of silence, (as Iggy tries to comprehend all this) he says, "I can practically feel the awkwardness!" making hand movements in the air. I've had enough of this! Quickly, I knee Fang in the unmentionable place, making his face contort in agony. I seize the momentary distraction, and scramble up off the ground. Nudge grabs my hand and hauls me off before I have time to gloat (by doing my victory dance, obviously!) "Let's go Max. We've got lots to work on." I groan, trying to ignore the snickers coming from behind me. Great, just effing, great!

~Line break~

~Fang's POV~

Dylan taps my shoulder lightly, and leans in closer so I can hear him, "Hey can I talk to you for a sec.?" I glance around at the party unfolding around me; not really my style. I shrug and walk towards the calm ocean water, "What's up?" The waves lap around my ankles, and I squat down to roll up my black jeans. Wiggling my toes in the sand, I look up, studying Dylan's face. He catches me watching and clears his throat, "Well, um, I was just wondering if um….I want to ask Max out." He finally blurts out. I look at him in shock, "Well….." and because of lack of words, I say, "Go for it!" with fake sarcasm, which he OBVIOUSLY doesn't catch. "Idiot." I mumble under my breath as he sighs and walks away. He'd never get Max!

I let my mind wander elsewhere, numbly walking through the swarm of people. I'm only half aware of them pushing me along, until I hear a familiar voice, "Watch were you're go-" She falters when she catches my eye, "Oh, it's you."

I smirk, "Jee, thanks; great to see you too honey!" Max glares at me, a witty comeback nearly rolling off her tongue when Nudge walks over, grinning. Pulling Max aside, she says something I don't catch over the pulsating music. Nudge giggles, glancing in my direction every so often.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I look down at my outfit. I didn't bother changing: black muscle t-shirt, and black jeans. Seems so dull compared to what Max is wearing: ripped, frayed denim shorts that go to about mid-thigh, a loose transparent Aeropostal shirt, covering a black bikini…but no shoes? She stands barefoot, wiggling her toes in the sand like I had done only moments ago. Blushing, she timidly looks over to me, giving me a genuine smile. Why the sudden change of heart?

~Max POV~

I look over at Fang, feeling my cheeks go red. He flips his dark black hair out of his eyes and gives me a confused, lopsided grin. Nudge turns to me, "SEE this is what I was talking about! Whenever I speak, all you can do is space off and think about him!" She saysgesturing, with a sweep of her hand, towards Fang. "Well now he'll definitely be suspicious!" I hiss through clenched teeth. She shrugs, "Just face it! You're in llooovvee!" I blush again, but try and deny the fact that I might have a teeny-tiny little crush on him, "I am NOT!" She shrugs her shoulders, knowing I'm a lost cause, and starts to walk off. Quickly I panic, "Wait! You're just leaving me here alone with HIM?" She smiles mischievously, "You kids have fun!" And before I can latch onto her arm, she vanishes in the crowd. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!

I swivel around in one spot, looking for someone, ANYONE, to talk to other than Fang. Suddenly, Dylan appears in the sea of faces. I elbow my way through the crowd and grab his hand, "DYLAN!" I practically scream, so relieved. He smiles sweetly, "Yes?" I shrug my shoulders, trying to think of an excuse, "I um..." I stumble, but he cuts me off (thankfully!) "Look, Max, I've been meaning to ask you sooner, but um, now that we're here, well… would you like to go out?" My smile completely vanishes, and I stand there, still holding his hand, traumatized, "I um…..I…." Dylan shakes his hand from mine, "Fine. I understand…" he looks at his shoes, crestfallen. Glumly, head hung low, he starts walking away, "Wait, Dylan!" I call out, touching his forearm, "I um….sure!" He looks up, surprised, "You will?"

"Are you trying to talk me out of it?" I ask, challenging him. He shakes his head vigorously, "No...No! That's just…well, GREAT!"

~3rd person~

The door swings open to reveal a tall, dirty-blonde teenage boy standing at the doorstep, "Hello, sir. Is Maximum home?" He asks in a courteous voice, trying to peer around Jeb's shoulder. He shakes his head, "Not right now son; can I take a message though?" The boy ponders for a moment, but then shakes his head and smirks, "No, It's kind of a…. Personal message."

Jeb shakes his head, understanding, "Alright, please...Come in." He opens the door wider, "Oh, I didn't catch your name." The boy grins, "Sam. Sam Carter, sir." Jeb nods, "Please, take a seat, make yourself at home. You can stay for as long as you want." Sam nods, "Good."

Ok, guys! That's all for now! Sorry for the Mylan! It's sort of necessary; you'll see when we get there! Just R&R! THANK YYOOOUU!