Okay if anyone was wondering this takes places on the Wendy K and they are in Antarctica.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the cookie I am holding.

What the HECK possessed me to do that? No that isn't the right question; the right question is, why the HECK am I still doing it? What am I doing you ask? Well I am currently kissing Fang. Okay, that's the biggest understatement of the year, making out is closer to the truth.

At first Fang was unresponsive, but he quickly started kissing me back. And what started out as one little kiss turned into a full blown make-out session.

After a few minutes I started to have my usual over reaction. But I don't think it wasn't as bad as every other time he kissed me. I pulled away gasping, I have to get out of here. I stood up and hit my head on a rack looking thing. That was going to leave a mark, but I didn't have time to care about something unimportant as that, I needed to get out of here. I started to jiggle the doorknob, it was still locked. [Enter curse of your choice here.] I started scratching at the door, like a freakin' dog. I can't believe this is what I have been reduced to, acting like a dog. I slowly sank back down to Fang's lap and started to hit my head against the door. Okay, so I admit it, I reacted worse this time.

"Max," Fang's voice held anger, astonishment, and most of all hurt. Crap, I completely forgot he was here.

"Yeah?" I replied weakly.

"Stop," he said. At first I didn't understand what he meant by that, but then I realized that I was still hitting my head against the door. I stopped and I could feel heat rushing up to my face.

"Max," Oh boy that was his I-wanna-talk-about-feelings-now-that-I-have-you-trapped-here voice.

"Fang, um, can we just forget this ever happened? It didn't mean anything." A pained look flashed across his face. His jaw clenched and he just nodded.

Oh god, what did I do? I didn't mean to hurt him? I love him. There I said it. Why am I doing this again? Why am I still pushing him away even though I know how I feel about him? Ugh, this whole relationship thing was messy and complicated.

Just talk to him, it's not that complicated Max. Great now I'm talking to myself. I am officially going insane. I closed my eyes and opened them, to see Fang's beautiful face. I couldn't do this to him anymore.

"Fang, listen, I, um, I-"I was interrupted my Angel unlocking the door. Really? She was the one who tricked me into this stupid closet, just so I would admit my feelings to Fang and right as I am about to tell him, she barges in here.

As soon as I saw her face, I forgot all my previous annoyance at her, her face was panicky and worried. She looked at me and Fang intently, "Brigid's in trouble!" You have got to be kidding me!

Was it good? Bad? Was Max to OOC? Sorry if she was. I'll try and make the next chapter longer. Review please.