Chapter Four: Telling The Truth

I needed to tell Fang. I would just come out and say it. Right now. Come on Max, say it. I urged myself.

"Fang," I sighed. "We have to talk..." I said.

The worried look on his face said that he'd thought he'd done something wrong. He hadn't. Well, not really. Maybe we'd both made a mistake, but it wasn't his fault.

"Max, if this is about Dylan, he doesn't know you like I do or care about you like I do or –"

"It's not that," I cut him off. "It's not about Dylan. It's about us. About the other night. So, before I lose my nerve, I'm just going to say it." I trailed off for a moment before I spoke again. "Well, the morning after we... After I puked when Angel was here. She, well. She told me that she heard thoughts coming from me. Thoughts that weren't mine. Thoughts that were coming from... Here," I finished, pointing to my stomach.

Then, I waited. For Fang to react. For Fang to say that he was leaving again. For Fang to beg me to go back with Dylan. But none of that happened. Fang looked at me; at my stomach. And then, this is the weird part, he hugged me. He freaking hugged me! After that, you know what? He was smiling! A huge SMILE was on his face! A smile. Not an I'm-so-cool-because-I-only-smile-with-half-of-my-mouth Fang smile. A full on, complete Fang smile.

And then I did something stupid. I smiled back.