Hey guys, love the reviews. You are awesome. I would have updates sooner but I was invited to the state debate and won third. Would have won first if it wasn't for my partner. There's teamwork for ya. Anyway chapter four!

"Max. After you left I was in denial. I know not typical me, but the rest of the flock. They changed, you wouldn't be able to tell if it wasn't for their eyes. Everyone had pain in their eyes, myself included. After about six months I quit waiting for you to come back to me and started looking for you.

"The flock came with of course, but soon they started to leave, saying things like it wasn't worth it, they wanted normal lives," Fang's face twisted with rage. "I let them go. We didn't need people who didn't want to find you. Nudge was first, followed by Iggy. Gazzy stayed mostly for Angel but soon he left too.

"So it was mostly Angel, Total, and me searching for you... Then the erasers came. We were both really hurt when the fight was done, so hurt that I sent Angel and Total back to where Gazzy was. I knew you would never forgive me if I did find you but Angel was dead-"

"I wouldn't have cared that much about Total," I whispered. "It might have been a relief."

"Even so," he continued, "Angel went back to Gazzy, or so I thought. After another year of searching and still not finding you I went to check on the flock. Nudge and Iggy I couldn't find, but Gazzy was easy. He was there but no Angel or Total. I spent another six months searching for her and you... And here you are."

"Here I am," I replied. To be honest I was a little bit relieved. Anything was better than my family being dead with the exception of being stuck at the school. Fang lifted his gaze from the floor to my eyes and I saw the pain he was talking about, the pain I had caused.

He moved forward and lifted me from the sofa by my waist and pushed his lips against mine. Although I had done far worse with Fang than just a kiss, Alex example A, the kiss brought up unresolved feelings from my past. When Fang pulled back for a gasp of air I turned from his grasp and walked a few steps away. Fang was frozen in that position, one arm wrapped around air and one where my head had been.

Soon he closed his mouth with an audible snap. "I forgot you do that," he stated.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Any time we get even close to emotional venerability you chicken out and move away." His head turned to me. Anger ran across his features. "Max, what am I doing wrong!" He yelled opening his arms in a fashion that said, 'Look at me.'

What was he talking about! Who does he think he is? "Why does it always have to be about you huh? Can't I have a moment to myself without you going all me me me!"

"You know as well as I do that that is a lie!"

"Oh, is it?" He took a couple steps closer to me and me never one to back down to a fight took another two towards him. He may have been a couple inches taller than me but my glare wasn't fazed by it.

"Why do you alway have to be so... so... Difficult!"

"Me!" I pointed to myself. "Me, difficult? I never would have thought!" Sarcasm dripped of my voice. "You knew what you were signing up for when you said, 'I love you".

That stopped him. Then he got that look in his eye that meant he remembered. Another step forward, then another. This time I backed away. He came up fast and wrapped his arms around me.


"Don't tell me you forgot," He said. He made slow kisses up my neck.

When I'm in a good book everything seems to melt away; I deal with someone else's problems. Theirs are always so much easier. Now when I read a good book in Fang's arms... Things just can't get any better. Too bad he's watching the football game. After reading a couple lines I realize one of the main characters died in my book. When did that happen? Oh well, wasn't that good of a book.

I slam the book closed. Although I tried to watch the football game, I didn't really get into the game much. Then I realized I hate football. Sighing, I untangled Fang's hands around me and walked to the kitchen. I opened the pantry door and picked a random cerel. After opening the box I started to eat strait from the package. I wasn't risking my lunch by trying to make cerel. Arms wound themselves around my waist.

"There's no escape, you must give up," Fang whispered into my ear.

"I wasn't trying to escape genius," I replied.

"Then come back to the couch my loyal prisoner."

"Huh. Let me think about it... No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because is a mom answer."

"Is not."

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

Fang sighed a deep heavy sigh. "I know. But those mom answers are why I love you." He froze where he was, almost in a way that says, 'I can't believe I just said that.'

I turned around in his arms. "I love you too." Then we kissed. We would have kissed all night long had Nudge not walked into the room and screamed.

Oh no, he was not getting away with what he said that easily. I pushed Fang away. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Well I think I was about to get laid," he answered. Then he smiled, you know that smile that makes me want to wipe it off his face.

To answer his smile I scowled. "Sexist pig."

His smile grew. "You gotta admit that if it wasn't for the whole fight I would get busy."

"I don't have to admit anything." And on that note I turned and walked away from Fang. His chuckle echoed through out the house. Even though he was being a big jerk, he was still my big jerk. The time was 9:45, I would have to leave in 15 minutes to get to my job on time.

If you haven't figured out, I'm a bartender. A lot of people think I have the best shift because I have the mourning. They think, Who drinks in the mourning? I'll tell you who. The pervert, Peter. He shows up every day exactly when my shift starts and leaves when my shift ends. Claire thinks he'll be good for me since he's a millionaire or something. To be honest I. Don't. Care. I still think he's a perv and theirs no way he's going even relatively close to Alex.

As I climb up the stairs I can hear Fang's footsteps loud and clear. He wants me to know he's following me. When I get inside my room I close the door as nicely as I can but so he still gets the point he's not welcome. I strip and put my work clothes on, a plaid black and gray skirt just long enough to cover my wings and a matching black tank top. No way was Fang going to see me in this.

So I opened the window and shouted to the Fang waiting in the hall, "Fang, I gotta go to work. See you when I get back. Love you!" I jumped out the window and started flying to work. I really hoped no flying kids were flying behind me because they would get a clear view of my, also black, underwear.

Today was going to be a fun day at work. (Sarcasm for you guys out there who can't figure it out.)