Heyy guys sorry for the SUPER late chapter! How bout a quick recap? So in last chapter, we got to see Max's POV and feelings on what happened with Fang. They dont seem to be starting off so good now do they? Anyways, enjoy! :)

Max POV

Gabe was going to be here in less than an hour and I still wasn't ready. Ugh. I quickly made my way from the bathroom, where I had just showered, to my room, instantly regretting leaving my hot shower. Once dry and with underwear and a bra on, I started rummaging through my closet for something to wear.

I groaned once again.

This was one of the cons of dating. You had to look good, and honestly I wasn't some fashion savvy. I had a real simple style. Typically I would wear jeans or shorts and some v neck t-shirt. Nothing to complicated. But I had to make an effort for Gabe. I grabbed my best jeans and a white v neck tee and frantically put them on. I was running out of time. I quickly located my converse and slipped those on as well. I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I bumped into Angel in the hallway.

I was glad my parents weren't home, that way I didn't have to worry about them making me late, well more late than what I already was. I did feel bad for Angel who was going to be left alone. Not for long though, she had friends coming over later.

"Sorry Ang, no time for talking, Gabe is going to be here any minute and I'm barely finishing," I said walking past her and once again, back into the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when I saw her reflection on the mirror.

"You know, I really dislike the guy but you're going on a date Max! You should really put a bit more effort into your look," she scolded. I just raised an eyebrow at her and finished brushing my teeth. "Will you please let me glam you up a bit?" she asked.

"Look, I've got no time, besides I feel people give me weird looks when I wear makeup," I mumbled awkwardly.

"Yeah cause they're blown away by your beauty!" She laughed, "Besides if you're worried about time, Gabe is probably still at home fixing his hair. God knows how long he lasts in front at the mirror trying to get his hair to look 'perfect'." I couldn't help but laugh, which she took as my consent for her to do my makeup. Before I knew it, I was being ushered into her room and sat down in front of her vanity table and mirror.

This was what I got for being such a pushover with Angel. I always let her get her way with me, but it's not like I could tell her no. She was my younger sister and at times my best friend. I was so glad that we had such a great connection, although that meant endless hours of makeup and gossip. That little brat was so special to me.

"Alright, just one thing to keep in mind," I stated, "don't go overboard, I'm going to go see a movie, not walk the red carpet. So keep it simple, no overexagerations."

"Max chill, I'm just trying to enhance your natural beauty," she said while brushing some powder on my face. Sometimes I never used any make up, but when I did I would only do some eyeliner, mascara, and of course, my chapstick. I couldn't live without chapstick.

I was getting jittery sitting there, imagining that the doorbell was ringing every few seconds. But Angel was done with my makeup and still no Gabe. Hmmm.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at Angel's reflection. Like I asked, she kept the makeup simple. Just upgrading my regular look by adding rosy blush and gloss to go with it. The sticky formula felt funny on my lips, I couldn't help but keep rubbing them together. "It should last a while, at least that's what it said on the tube," she commented, noticing my entertainment of rubbing my lips together.

I made my way to my room, Angel at my side, to go look for my wallet. That poor floor probably had a rut dug into it from so many times I walked in and out. Once I found my wallet in my desk drawer, I checked the amount of money I had. I knew that I had enough for the date, but I would have to go to the bank and restock sometime soon. I preferred to keep my allowance in the bank rather than at home for the simple reason that if it was within my reach, I probably would've already spent it all on food. I chuckled slightly at the thought.

"You want to watch TV with me while I wait?" I asked her, looking down at the time on my cell phone. He was 15 minutes late. Annoyance was starting to ring through my thoughts.

We ended up channel surfing for another 10 minutes before the bell rang. I looked over at Angel anxiously. She just laughed. "You act like you've never gone out with him," she commented.

Childishly, I stuck my tongue out at her. I got up and opened the door, nearly tripping on the leg of a coffee table on my way there. Angel just made fun of me. Stupid table, I thought glaring at it.

On the other side of the door was Gabe, looking extremely handsome. His blonde hair was swept to the side in its usual skater boy style. He was wearing a white v neck, like me, although his had thin grey lines running through it horizontally, and his pants were slightly sagged.

"Hey there twin," he said coolly, picking up on the fact that we were both wearing similar shirts. I'll admit I completely forgot that I was annoyed at him for being late. He noticing the small details like that was something I liked about him. But I still couldn't let him off the hook that easily.

"Yeah well…" I said, putting on an expressionless face and crossing my arms. He gave me a confused look before realizing that I was upset at his late arrival.

"Oh shoot," he said, "Sorry Max, I didn't mean to be late, just that things popped up and I got held back," he said, rather vaguely if you ask me. When he saw that I didn't budge, he gave me a sweet smile and said, "look, I'll make it up, this and everything that you've done for us, and I'll do it soon, but come on now, you don't want to miss the beginning of Superman, do you?"

Alright, I caved. One, because that smile kinda softened me up. And two, missing Superman, or any super hero movie was considered a crime in my head. I sighed and smiled, "alright, let's go." Calling out a goodbye to Angel and telling her to be safe, I walked down the hall hand in hand with Gabe.

We made it to the movie theater right before the movie started. Now let me tell you this, I love being with Gabe, he's always funny and charismatic, and I enjoy listening to what he has to say. But not in the middle of Superman! I mentally groaned. I tried splitting up my attention between him and the movie, but that only works so well. I ended up only listening to half of Gabe's stories and missing most of Superman's witty comebacks. Ugh why did he have to make this so difficult?

At some point, Gabe gave up trying to talk, thank God, and deciding on holding my hand instead. I was finally getting to enjoy the movie! I smiled slightly. A while later, my back started hurting from sitting in such an upright position for so long so I decided to lean back on Gabe, I mean, we were dating, so there wasn't anything wrong with that. On screen, the woman that Superman loved was confronting him, telling him that she had found out about his secret identity. Superman, or Damon, the name that he lived his regular human life with, was denying it, for her safety of course, but she wouldn't believe him.

However, back in the real life, Gabe decided that he wanted to get cozy with me and starts kissing my neck. I feel more annoyed then happy because he's a really loud kisser, and is making me lose the conversation between Superman/Damon and his lover. Suddenly, Gabe plants a kiss super close to my ear making me not hear the lie that Superman says to his lover that makes her believe that she was wrong about him being Superman. I mentally groan once again! It took everything in me not to turn around and snap at Gabe, but my night was ruined.

For the rest of the movie, I just sat there, trying not to let it show that I was upset at Gabe. Once the movie was over, I decided that the next movie, I was going to watch by myself. I didn't care if I'd look like a loner. At least I'd be a loner who enjoyed her movie night.

When we made it out of the movie theater, it was already pretty dark. The air was fresh and the stars were twinkling up above us. My hand was in Gabe's and the way he smiled at me simmered my annoyance down. It didn't disappear but it wasn't as infuriating… What had Superman told her to make her forget about him having a secret identity?!

"Im glad we came," he said softly. He slowly leant in, and closing our eyes, I felt him kiss me gently. His kiss was slow and sweet as if afraid he'd make a wrong move. Gabe really was considerate and sweet. One of the reasons why I just didn't have it in me to give up on our relationship. Maybe all we needed was time for it to fully develop. He pulled away and I saw a slight amount of my gloss on his lips. I giggled slightly at that.

We walked over to my car, and left the theater premises. At a red light, he started fiddling with the buttons on the stereo and the light switch overhead. I laughed at him. He just smiled, raising up the music. Right as he pressed the button to turn on the light above us, a big black truck turned in front of me. My headlights slightly illuminated the people in the truck, allowing me to see all three passengers. Yet what caught my attention the most wasn't the blond guy stuffing a burrito into his mouth, or the tan girl who was driving and giving him a dirty side glance. What caught my attention was the dark haired boy that was looking intently at me. His gaze uneased me and I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him. But from where?

FANG POV

I couldn't help but chuckle at the scene that Nudge and Gazzy were making. Gazzy had decided that he wanted to eat something and had somehow convinced Nudge to let him eat in the truck, which wasn't even hers. Her boyfriend had let her borrow it. Now, the Gasman was making a mess with his food and consequently irritating Nudge to no end. I shook my head and kept chuckling.

"OMG Gaz! You better hope that stain comes out! You know what, I just got an idea. Tomorrow bright and early, and I mean bright and early, I'm going to be at your doorstep and you better be ready to clean this car from head to toe... Well more like bumper to bumper, cause cars don't have heads or toes. Unless toes count as the tires and the head counts as the engine... or would that be the brain-" but Nudge was suddenly interrupted by the Gasman who had put a hand over her mouth to stop her overflowing and off topic thoughts. However, he just accomplished to spill some of the burrito stuffing onto the floor of the car, earning him a dirty look from Nudge.

Up ahead, someone had flipped a light on, catching my attention. My sight was brought over to the car in front of us. My eyes snapped to the female in the driver's seat. In a blue green Audi. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. What were the odds of seeing her again?

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