Maxs PoV

"What happened to your nose?" I exclaimed, lightly touching Dylans previously mentioned bruised appendage. He just shrugged and smiled at me.

"Just hurt it playing basketball. No biggie." I shrugged it off and kissed him again before pulling him down onto the couch and popping in the first movie.

Fangs PoV

Why the hell did I agree to this again? Every few minutes Dylan would kiss Max and she would kiss back and then he would smirk at me over her shoulder. He was just daring me to break our deal. I won't do it. There was too much happiness in her eyes.

Not that it didn't piss me off. There was practically smoke coming out of my ears, but I managed to keep my emotionless mask on. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me angry.

Maxs PoV

Throughout the first movie, I had eaten 4 cookies. I was reaching for my fifth when Dylan shot me a sharp look.

"Don't you have any self control?" He said snappishly. I saw Fangs head jerk up and he gave Dylan a glare, but I wasn't really paying attention.

"Nope." I returned jokingly, taking a bite of my fifth cookie. Dylan didn't say anything else, he just pointedly removed his hands from me and looked straight at the screen.

I took another bite of the cookie and chewed slowly, a weird feeling settling into my stomach. One that I didn't like. It felt… bad. Not guilt or hate, not exactly, but similar. As soon as I swallowed the bite of cookie, the feeling increased, so I set the rest of it down uneaten and leaned into Dylans side. He still didn't touch me or look at me. Fang was still giving him the glare of death, though I couldn't understand why. Dylan was right, I didn't have any self control, did I? Sitting there, stuffing my face, pretending I hadn't promised Dylan I would try harder.

No wonder he didn't want to look at me.

After the first movie ended, Dylan stood up.

"I gotta go, Max." he said. "I've got a family thing I forgot about." I tried to plaster a smile on my face.

"Of course. Call you later?"

"Sure." he muttered, then stalked out the door without a hug or kiss or anything. And it was all my fault.

I sighed and stood up to put the next movie in. Before I had gotten halfway across the room, Fangs hand closed around my wrist. I turned to face him, surprised. Usually he avoided physical contact like this, just because he didn't want any trouble between me and Dylan.

"Don't listen to Dylan." he said seriously, staring right into my eyes. "He doesn't know what he's talking about."

I gave him a small smile, not having the heart to say Dylan probably knew what he was talking about better than Fang did.

Fang, not knowing my thoughts, gave me a small smile back.

"Now come on." he said, "Put in the movie and eat as many cookies as you want. It's summer, who cares about self control?"

On the outside, I laughed and went along with him. On the inside, I answered his question.

Dylan.

Fangs PoV

Who does he think he is? Telling Max she has no self control, acting so repulsed by her. He has no idea what he has. All he can do is compare her to those sluts he fools around with and pine over how Max isn't them. God, I didn't think I could've hated him any more than I already did. Guess I was wrong.

Max and I watched movies together well into the afternoon, talking and having pillow fights, the way we used to. Before Dylan. But even though I ate some cookies, I noticed Max didn't touch another one all day.

By the end of the fifth movie, Max was stretched out on her back on the couch, her head in my lap, nearly asleep. I moved my fingers through her hair, cherishing these little moments with Max that I got far too little these days.

"Max?" I murmured.

"Hmmmm?"

"You… you know you're beautiful, right?"

Her eyes shot open and stared at me in confusion.

"I mean-" I said awkwardly, "You know that, right? No matter what anyone, even Dylan, says?"

There was a moment of silence when she just looked at me. Then she spoke.

"Yeah." she said slowly. "Yeah, I know that." I relaxed the tiniest bit and gave her a smile. She returned it, though it didn't seem quite as genuine as it usually did. There was something hiding behind her eyes that I couldn't quite make out. Before I could ask her about it, she had closed her eyes again and fallen asleep.

My smile grew. I made sure to stay still, only moving to comb my hand through her hair. She looked peaceful and happy when she was asleep, and for once I didn't have to worry about Dylan. It was just me and her. I loved it.

I loved her.

Maxs PoV

It was dark outside when I opened my eyes again. My head was still in Fangs lap, and his hand still rested in my hair. He was asleep, his head laid back against the couch back. I studied his face, lost in thought. Today had been...fun. I had missed doing this with Fang. I felt like we had been drifting apart lately, and today had been the beginning of getting closer again.

Despite how much fun I had had with Fang, that bad feeling still settled into my stomach whenever I thought about what Dylan had said.

I mentally compared Fang and Dylan. Dylan told me I had to get some self control. Fang told me I was beautiful. Dylan kissed me all the time and held my hand in public, Fang and I had pillow fights and fell asleep in each others laps.

The front door opened, snapping me out of my treacherous thoughts. Angry thoughts took them over as my mother walked into the kitchen, calling a hello to me and waking Fang. What had I been doing? Dylan was my boyfriend, I had no right to compare him to Fang. I loved Dylan, and that was that.