School on Monday started out... oddly, to say the least. Lissa was sending me smug looks, and everyone in all my classes were raising eyebrows and whispering among themselves. Usually I didn't care what other people thought, but where Max is concerned...

During third period Lissa winked at me. "Max is your prom date? Oh how cute!" she gushed, but I could see the menace in her eyes.

The only feeling I registered was shock. Max had told? What was that about?

At lunch, I got to the table early, anxious to talk to Max about it. I was drumming my fingers against my leg erratically as Iggy and Max got closer.

"Shut up, you," I heard her say as my two friends approached our the table.

"Look who's talking again!" Ella cheered as the two sat down together. "Iggy and Max!"

She glanced at me, and I let my curiosity flood my expression. "You told," I stated, a weird buzz running through my stomach.

She shrugged it off and took a bite out of her lunch. "Yeah, kind of. It was unintentional though. I was getting my dress at a store which Lissa works at. She asked me how I got a date and, well, my temper answered."

"Max, your temper answers for everything," Nudge pointed out, and I chuckled.

"It does not!" Max answered hotly, and then flushed when she realized Nudge was right. "Oh, shut up," she said, and we all laughed.

The rest of lunch was a big game of pick-on-Max, which was so much more fun than it should have been.

The rest of the week was spent talking but somehow distantly cool between us.

So I stepped it up and, on Friday, I asked Max out on a real official date.

Because I have no creativity whatsoever, I took Max to a movie.

The drive to the movie and the movie itself were actually okay. But it's the drive home that takes really was the highlight.

"So, that movie was... interesting," I said, my eyes fixed on the road. "Nice, right?" I was so nervous, thinking about what I wanted to do. Just do it, Fang! My thoughts swirled around.

Right," Max piped, her voice shrill.

"I'm glad you made up with Iggy." I glanced over to see her expression. Too dark. "It's nice to not have to listen to him rant about how he's right all the time."

"I never actually thought I was right," she whispered, staring out at the landscape whirring by.

My stomach leaped and my heart pounded faster. I hoped it didn't show in my breathing. "About?" I prodded, anxious.

"About you. About me. About, well, us." Max sounded embarrassed, and I jumped to reassure her.

"I don't think you were wrong. I just think you changed a little," I said.

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, thanks for taking me out." We were getting close to her street. Running out of time dude...

No. I was not losing this chance.

I pulled over to the side. "Max, I-" In the dim street light, it was hard to see her face. How she would react. "I'm sorry."

"You said that last time, too. But I don't understand why," she whispered.

"Because, I know you wanted Dylan to ask you to prom. I know that you didn't want me. I don't know if you do now." I sighed. Truth hurts a lot.

"I-" Max paused and lay a hand on my arm. The nerves tingled to life and electricity shot up my arm. "Fang, you know you're right about one thing."

"What is that?" I didn't even want to know.

"I've changed. I admit I did want to go with Dylan at first. But now, now that I've gotten to know you... I like the idea of going with you too."

Maybe this decision was better than I thought.

I smiled. "Really? Then you wouldn't mind this?"

I took a deep breath and moved closer, so that we were just a breath apart. The slightest movement would bring us together. "This? I... I don't mind," Max breathed, her eyes sliding shut. Her breathing was shallow, sweet in my face.

Make your move, dude.

I moved forward slightly and our lips came together. There was a scary moment where she was frozen, but then all of a sudden she started to kiss me back. I couldn't repress a moan, and ecstasy soared through me when she moaned back.

I was in Fang-heaven. Max's lips were against mine and she kissed me in a way that was almost... wanting. I winced inwardly, thinking how much harder this would make my plan, but I settled for embracing the moment. Which wasn't hard.

After what seemed like an eternity, we broke apart, our breathing ragged and rough. "Home?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I shook my head slightly, trying to reorient myself.

She nodded, and we completed the drive to her home in absolute silence.

We sat in the driveway for a minute, just next to each other, soaking each other in. "Great date," she whispered I could feel her looking at me, waiting for my response.

I nodded, the side of my mouth quirking. I felt so amazing right now. And so awful. "Yeah. Um, see you Monday?"

She nodded, and there was more silence. And then: "Oh, Fang. I just remembered."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Your tie has to be dark blue," she said. Her arms encircled me in a quick hug before she disappeared.

I drove home and went into my room, lying down on my bed. I love Max so much. Twilight? Psh, Edward has nothing on me. He didn't even try to get away from Bella before she love him. I love Max so much that I gotta be noble now, before it hurts both of us and we have to go to Italy to die.

I found my phone and created a new message to Dylan Walker, the boy of Max's dreams.

A/N Welcome to Fang's Blog!

I have next chapter already written, and I'm not posting until I have at least 35 reviews. Sorry guys. Fang-policy. I can send you all a copy if you want one. But I have to warn you: half of it apple terms, the other half is google. Really boring.

Ash got into my blog... scary, scary. She's absolutely insane. But cool to you guys who read and tell me whatcha think. Ash is just legitimately insane. Don't mind her.

*background* BUT FANGLES! YOU LOVE ME!

AGH! DON'T CALL ME FANGLES!

-Fang

Reply to Reviews:

MintGirlz: Yeah. Been trying to win Max's heart. And I'm only the "strong and silent" type on the outside: as we can see here I like to ramble on like Nudge about my life. As for shampoo, I use whatever's in the shower. So basically, my mom's shampoo. Some French thing.

Rosy10194: Um, Fax. I've been hearing that pesky term floating around. Also, man, I need help! What am I supposed to do if my girlfriend hates me?

StarShineStarLight: I am emotional and sad. But not emo. Don't you ever dare.

iamaddictedtocarrots: too soon like I said "see" and Iggy's blind... never mind

Miss Anonymous: Thanks for liking... my life? And if anyone makes me a pizza covered with Bacon I will love them.

Goddess of The Hunt and Moon: My failing love life is awesome?

Me (Guest): I actually took the cookie from Max's mom... it's heavenly, no?

AzianDemigod16: Damn it you got Ash calling me Fangles too. Damn. And did you like my "Fax"?