We stand in the middle of my room hugging for a minute. I don't exactly know how it happened but when we pulled away our eyes locked. I couldn't help but get lost in the black holes he has for eyes. He starts to lean forward, his eyes trained on my lips. I'm frozen in place. It isn't until I feel his warm breath on my mouth that I realize what is happening. I slowly pull away mumbling.

"We should finish unpacking." He just nods mutely in response.

A few short hours later, my room is set up the way I want it. My books are in the bookshelf, my clothes in the dresser and closet, and everything else in its proper place. But I don't like the walls. All plain and white and shit. (Pardon my language)

"We could probably paint the walls next weekend or something." I say looking at the wall in front of me.

"Yeah," Fang says, joining me in front of the wall. "The white is kind of dull."

We continue to stare at the wall in silence until my mom calls up to us. "Max, Fang! Come down here!"

We turn from the wall and jog down the stairs. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Why don't you guys stay for dinner. You can invite your mom over too. We can order pizza and talk, get to know each other."

"Mom-" I start but Iggy interrupts me, again.

"That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Martinez."

"Please, call me Adriana. Mrs. Martinez makes me feel old."

"Awesome, we'll go get our moms and siblings." Nudge says already racing to the door. Iggy following suit. Fang goes to follow but Iggy senses it. "Fang, you can stay behind. If all three of us go it will seem like we did something wrong."

"But-" Fang starts but Iggy is already racing out the door.

"Bye! See you guys in a few minutes!" Fang and I stare at the door in shock. My mom laughs.

"I'll go order the pizza. Fang, do you know how many I should order?"

"4 or 5 should be enough." Fang replies.

"Alright. I'll go do that." My mom leaves the room so it's just Fang and I standing in the entryway now.

"Well, we could go up to my room and talk if you want." I say turning to Fang. He nods in response. God, he needs to talk more. We walk up the stairs to my room.

I collapse on my bed, my head hanging from the bottom edge. Fang chuckles as he goes and sits in my desk chair. Now that just won't do.

"Nope," I say. "If we are going to get to know each other more you have to lay next to me in the exact same position. It stimulates blood flow to the brain."

Fang gets up and lays down next to me, his head hanging off the edge.

"Okay," I say, staring at my bedroom door. "We are going to play 20 questions. I ask you a question, you ask me one. Sound good?"

"Sure."

"Okay, favorite color? Mine is purple." I say.

"Black. Favorite food? Mine is lasagna." He responds reaching his arms back so they hang off the edge as well.

"Lasagna? Okay. Tortilla chips. Favorite movie? Mine is My Week with Marilyn."

"Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Favorite book? Mine is Hunger Games."

"That's a very cruel question. You can't seriously expect me to pick favorites from my babies." I say turning and looking at my very full book shelf and frowning slightly.

"Yes, I can. Now just pick one. It doesn't have to be your absolute favorite. Just one you really liked."

"Okay. Fine. The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight I guess."

"Wow. Long title." Fang says smirking at my ceiling.

"Oh shut up." I say, laughing slightly. "Now, a hobby. I like photography and reading."

"Um, I don't really have any."

"C'mon. There has to be something. Reading? Playing an instrument? Anything?"

"Well, I play piano." I sit up and look over at him in shock. "What?"

"Piano? Really?" I say.

"Yeah, really. Is it that hard to believe?"

"Actually, yes. Are you any good?"

Fang smirks up at me. "I'm pretty good I guess."

"You have to play for me." I say getting off the bed.

"How? You don't have piano." Fang says, getting off the bed and following me out of the room.

"Sure I do. I play a little, too. I'm only a beginner though. C'mon. It's downstairs."

We walk down to the living room and over to the piano sitting in the corner. It's a big grand so the seat can fit both of us. I slide up the cover and test a few keys to make sure it wasn't broken in the move. Fang sits down next to me.

"What do you want me to play?"

"Your favorite piece. Do you need the sheet music?"

"No, I know most songs by memory." I sit and wait expectantly as he places his fingers on the keys.

He then begins to play Prelude No. 1 in C Major by Bach. I've heard it played before but he plays it beautifully. I stare in awe as his fingers move expertly across the keys. When he finishes I can't help but stare.

"That was so beautiful." I say quietly. I'm actually kind of jealous of how good he is.

"Alright," He says. "Your turn."

"Okay." I turn to the keys and lay them down on the keys. Then I start to play Stay With Me by Sam Smith. I slip up a few times knowing that he is watching each of my fingers move across the keys. But all in all, I think I did better than I did the last time I played a few weeks ago. When I finish, Fang stares at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing, it's just I can't play music like that. Popular things you hear on the radio every now and then. I wish I could."

"Well, I can't exactly play classical. The best I got is like 5 measures of Fur Elise by Beethoven." Fang laughs lightly.

"Well, what do you say that I teach you classical and you can teach me Sam Smith and pop?" He says, looking at me. His eyes are staring into mine.

"I think that's a great idea." I say smiling slightly. For some reason we seemed to have blocked out the rest of the world while we were playing because there is suddenly a loud commotion in the kitchen. I guess the pizza arrived while we were playing.

"We should go eat." I say getting up from the piano.

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry."

We walk into the kitchen and I see a woman with long dark hair in a ponytail. I'm guessing it's Fang's foster mom. There are 3 other kids at the table with Nudge and Iggy.

"Hey, Fang!" His mom says.

"Hey, Angelina." Fang says smiling.

"I heard you guys playing in the living room. That piece by Bach is perfect by the way. And I'm guessing you're Max?" She says looking at me.

"Yes, ma'am." I say reaching out and shaking her outstretched hand.

"Oh, just call me Angelina. I hate when people call me ma'am. It makes it sound like I'm some rich important figure. I heard you playing that Sam Smith song. It was gorgeous."

"Thank you." I say, blushing. Fang and I go sit down at the table that Iggy and my mom set up.

We all talk and laugh while we eat dinner. It's been forever since I have done this. And honestly, I wish we could do this every night.

Okay, I hope y'all liked this chapter. R&R! Thanks guys! I love you!