Yuuup. Another day of Tennis with the team…omg I didn't know it would be this hard in HS! LOL nah, its good or me! to be able to say I made a JV team in Freshman year XD ahaha. Okay! Im gonna write as much as possible! That last chappie was soooooo lame. So here u goo!

ALERT ALERT ALERT! INTRODUCING DYLAN!

Ps-imma Mylan hater. DER.

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BTW in case u forgot heres the ages again:

ANGEL: 17

GAZZY: 18

NUDGE: 21

IGGY, FANG, MAX, DYLAN, SAM: 22

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MPOV

Fang and I were currently waiting in a private room at the Police Station after briefly saying "Hello" and "Goodbye" to Gazzy. He was too distracting to the officers and, apparently, he was asked to wait in a separate room.

I was currently reading the report they had given me, on Angel.

"I thought she was arrested for running away." I mumbled, sitting in one of the two chairs.

Fang looked down at me as he leaned against the table. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I shut the file and rested my cheek on my hand as I looked at him. "She was arrested for assaulting another minor." I said flatly. His eyes widened a little just as A police officer brought Angel in, seating her in the chair opposite of me.

"You have five minutes," the officer told us, and she and Fang left the room.

Angel kind of sat there, smilng sheepishly.

And we just sort of looked at each other for a few seconds of silence, before she looked towards the window and said, "Soooo, is that your date?" gesturing towards Fang.

"Angel, what were you thinking?"

"There was a kid in that house that I recognized from another foster home. He tried to make a move on me before, and he did it again. So I hit him with something-it was like a soccer trophy, I think."

I let out a tired breath.

Angel groaned. "Look, I didn't mean to hurt him! I was just….trying to, make a point! Then I knew no one would listen so…..I ran. You can get me out, though, right Max?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

She slumped her shoulders and leaned forward, hands on the desk. "Aw, C'mon, Max! Vouch for me!"

"I will, but you're in the system now." I said. She's never been charged with anything before. Now the police had her on record. "This is bigger than the both of us."

She sat back in defeat. "Detention," she stated, and I nodded.

"Probably until you age out," I said. Meaning, until she's a legal adult. She's, like, only half a year until she's 18, so that's the only good out of all of this.

She sighed and looked back out the window, eyes focusing on something past my shoulder. "He's cute," She said abruptly. "You should go for it."

"Ange—" I started.

"He's marriage material! It looks like he has good sperm—you could have lots of babies," she suggested.

"I can't think about that right now!" I said, giving her a look.

She gave a dry laugh. "Why not? I think about it all the time." She paused. "Meeting some cute nerdy guy; having kids; buying a bad house in the suburbs with a fake fireplace and matching lazy place. "

I just shook my head, making her say, "What? A girl can't dream?"

I looked at her in astonishment. "You believe in all that?"

"Yeah. Why- 'cause I've seen a whole bunch of people get it wrong…it's just how you learn how to get it right."

I sighed and gathered the papers in the file, standing up. "My five minutes are up, Angel. If I can do anything else, I'll do it, okay?" She nodded and I smiled at her. "I'll see you later."

Fang met me as I walked out of the room and we headed down the hallway that led to the parking.

"I'm sorry," he said, catching me off-guard yet again. He does that a lot…

I gave him a look. "For what?"

"Well, it's just….tough night."

I laughed dryly. "Yeah, well…Um, thank you for dinner, and for taking me here." WE turned right down another hallway. "Oh and, I'm sorry about the Paella...Maybe you can make it again sometime?" I said with a grin. "Or, I can try to make it for you. Or I can try to solve the national debt, which is probably just as likely as me trying to pull of Paella," I finished, laughing.

He smirked and said to me, "You don't have to do that, you know."

"Do what?"

"Pretend. You could talk to me," He said, nudging me lightly with his arm.

I bit my lip. "I don't know you."

He nudged me again as he said, "Well, I'm here. What else are you going to do—go home and talk to your dog?"

Aha, Total. My NON-TALKING DOG, FOLKS. Though he understands what humans say very well. I smirked at Fang. "He never interrupts," I pointed out, making him laugh. Hmm. A very nice laugh. Max like-y.

It wouldn't hurt to get things out. So I spilled my mind, starting with a sigh. "You see the kids that are never gonna make it. You know it the moment you look at them. Bitter, Mature, Self-destructive," I shook my head. "So many different kids, and you harden yourself to those cases. And then you see the kids who have a chance. That girl back there, she still has dreams. She still thinks that she could have some traditional life; she's gonna make up for all the things she couldn't get. But I've seen the way the system works, and the odds are still against her. I can't tell her that," I said, as we somehow slowed down to a stop. "And at the same time, I can't not tell her….you know?" I looked at Fang, waiting for some sort of advice, some commentary, anything.

And it really looked like he was going to say something genuine, real, helpful, because he looked over his shoulder briefly and watched an officer turn at the end, leaving just me and Fang in the hallway. SO I guess it was some really helpful stuff!

But nooo, he popped off with: "Would you consider marrying me?"

I narrowed my eyes at him as if he was a FROG, and I immediately told him, "Drop dead" before turning on my heel and walking off down the hallway. Damn this hallway for being so damn long!

I heard him abruptly follow me and say, "Whoa-whoa-whoa wait a sec! What happened!" I turned down another hallway, still hearing him follow me. "I'm confused," he was saying. "What did I do?"

I picked up my pace and replied, "I just opened up to you in the way that I don't open up to people, and you use that opportunity to make fun of me." It's like he's mocking my serious moment for a freaking marriage proposal!

"I-I- I'm being completely serious." He sounded…honest. But I still didn't buy it.

"Oh, you seriously wanna marry me after knowing me for a grand total of 45 minutes, and only half of those minutes are pleasant?" I paused my rant to take a breath. "Okay my fault for that unpleasantness, but seriously." I rolled my eyes. I'm not this stupid.

"Things happen!"

"Please."

"Max—Max." He got in front of me, stopping me from walking off again. "Look, maybe your story's changing!" Story? What story? That stupid fairytale story! He's kidding, right?

He recognized my irritated expression and waved his hands dismissively. "Okay, look. If you won't marry me, will you at least finish our date?" He asked, searching my face as I thought. "Please?" He added briefly, dropping his hands to his sides. I almost laughed; he sounded like a little kid.

~}{~

Fang's Apartment…Again

"O-kay…!" Fang said as we re-entered his place. He tossed his keys on the counter and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't suppose warmed up shellfish sounds appetizing?"

I rocked back on my heels. "Errmm, no…..not really."

He paused. "Oh! Okay….how about some wine?"

He handed me my glass. "Still good." I said, enjoying anything at the moment. Maybe it'll calm my nerves at least….

"Hey," Fang frowned at the stove.

"What's the matter?" I came over and stood beside him. I frowned too. "Hey, where's your Paella?"

"Oh, sorry bro! Was that for your date?" A guy about mine Fang's age walked up to us from the the other room. I jumped. He scared the shit outta me…! "Heh, oops. Sorry. I didn't know…"

He had blue eyes and long shaggy blonde hair. He was also eating out of the pan of paella with a spoon. He looked at me and grinned. "Heyyy, you scored, buddy! Finally brought someone home!" He exclaimed, putting the spoon down and holding out his fist for a bump. Fang glared at him, but the guy didn't react.

Fang sighed. "Max, this is Iggy, my blind budd, and Iggy this is Max."

Iggy, being blind, actually found my hand and gently shook it. "Pleasure to meet you, Max." He said. Wow. He's good for a blind guy.

" 'Hello's' are fine, too." I said, suppressing my laughter.

Fang patted Iggy on the shoulder hard, and started pushing him towards the door. "Ok, buddy, time for you to go home now."

"Awww Fang! Why can't I stay here and watch?" This time I laughed.

"You live next door to me, Ig! Stop by in the morning!" Fang said in annoyance, shutting the door in Iggy's face.

"You let him walk off with your pan of Paella?" I said in amusement.

He waved it off and sighed. "He'll be back tomorrow. Like I said, he's right next door, but he's practically my roommate. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. Known him since forever," he said, and I nodded. "Okay so where were we?"

I held up my wine glass. "Sipping wine, I believe."

He chuckled, then perked up. "Hey I have an idea. Don't move."

"Okayyy…" He left me at the counter and went into the living room. A few seconds later A slow song came on… I smiled to myself and peeked around the corner.

He turned around from the speaker and saw me smiling. "Huhhhh? Am I good or what?"

"It's nice," I said, grinning now.

"Good. I'm glad you like it." He waved me over. "C'mon down here."

I shook my head. I can't believe I'm dating this guy…

"I'll take that," Fang said, placing my wine on the coffee table. He slightly spread his arms. "And would you like to dance with me, Max?"

I chuckled and stepped forward. "Yes… yes, I would."

His mouth twitched into a faint smile, and he carefully wrapped an arm around my waist and took one hand as I placed my other hand on his shoulder.

So that's how it went. We kind of started dancing. He twirled me occasionally, and to my relief was always on time to the music.

Eventually, he placed my hand he was holding onto his chest, and I felt his free hand tuck a strand of hair behind my ear…and I think we all know what happens next. He leaned down and kissed me of course!

It was slow and sweet, and eventually both his hands were at my waist, as mine her around his neck… and it was really realllly nice.

Until someone came knocking on his door. Fang seemed to ignore it and kept kissing me.

I had to break away and smile at him. He groaned and leaned his forehead against mine, making me laugh. "You might wanna get that."

"Yeah." He sighed. "Okay, but hold that previous thought; hold that position, actually," he called as he headed to the door.

I brushed my finger across my lips, still feeling the kiss.

Interrupting my thoughts was our interruption. A very cute guy (dark blonde hair and blue eyes) came in wearing a black tux and had a bag over his shoulder. He looked like another guy our age—and he gave Fang one of those guy-hugs. "Heyyy, man! Wazzzzup?"He pulled away and they tapped each other on the shoulder. "You look great, Fang!" He said, referring to Fang's Black jeans and black button up. "What's the occasion? Wait—let's grab a drink, first." He said, walking off to the other rooms.

"Oh, um—it's great you're here, Dylan! But, uh, what are you doing here? What happened to Miyorka?" Fang asked, closing the front door.

Dylan answered as he came back from the other room. "Malaysia," he corrected. "And that was yesterday. Tonight I went straight to my hotel for the upcoming meeting and guess what?" He lifted his hands for emphasis. "They lost my reservation."

Fang sighed. "Ah. The reservation you never made."

FPOV

Dylan smirked. "C'mon, man, you know I don't like hotels."

I stepped a little closer and said quietly. "Look, I got a, uh,—well…." I gestured to my right, towards the living room where Max was.

Dylan didn't catch my drift. He just searched my face. "You…gotta, what?"

I gestured again and glared at him.

He finally looked over and saw Max (who was currently looking through my music….and sadly picked the wrong time to be bending over) , then he grinned in appreciation. "Ohh, I like what you got, there, Fang…"

"Hey hey hey," I placed a hand on his chest as he tried to move forward. "Ease off."

Dylan brushed my hand off and kept grinning. "Ah. Sorry," he said smugly.

We started towards the living room and Max heard, meeting us halfway. "Dylan this is Max," I said, "Max, this is another good friend and my college roommate Dylan."

"I really should go," Dylan said, as Max said, "Hi".

"Nah, stay for a drink," I said. I wasn't going to kick him out now. Though I really, really, really wanted to. "You two talk, I'll make up a guest room," I said, as I headed towards the spiral staircase.

"Thanks, man." I heard him say. Yyup. He really owed me…

MPOV

"So," I said, testing out small talk. "College."

"Yup," Dylan said, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Which one?"

He paused. "Yale… Princeton… "

"Brown!" I heard Fang call from upstairs.

Dylan grinned and pointed upstairs, making me smile. "Brown, that's the one. I transferred a lot." I nodded in understanding and he said, "So how about that drink?"

I clasped my hands and then pointed to the kitchen. "Oh—right! I'll go get you a glass," I said.

He smiled and nodded. As I was walking by him, I tripped on something and fell, but to my surprise he caught me, and twisted me like I was his dance partner, and bent us down while holding me up.

"You alright?" He asked me, smiling.

Wow. He's really….wow. "Fine," I said quietly, still looking up at him. I swear to GOD he was even leaning in, slightly, to kiss me!

"Am I interrupting?" I heard Fang say up the stairs. Dylan stopped and set me back on my feet.

"Oh! No!" was my great response. "Uh, I fell. And….he caught me." I explained, looking up at him on the staircase.

"I caught her." Dylan said awkwardly, shifting his position.

"Likely story…" he said sarcastically, not giving anything away in his expression.

Oh boy…this is awkward….

He came back down the stairs and stood next to me, while Dylan sat down and instead started sipping my wine. "Please do not take liberties with the furture Mrs. Manord, Dylan!" Fang said, smirking at my reaction. [remember MANORD is said MAY-NORD]

Dylan paused, mid-sip. "Is that what we're celebrating here?"

I quickly said, "No!" while Fang said, "Well, not yet, I just asked her."

"in a police station," I pointed out, giving him a look. "I-I haven't answered," I told Dylan.

Dylan watched us in amusement. "Of course you haven't, because he asked you in a police station." He made a sweeping motion with his hand for effect, then gestured to Fang. "Haven't I taught you any manners?"

Fang shook his head, clearly annoyed. "Hey, you came here, on my first date-with the future Mrs. Manord-looking for a place to stay, so NO, you did not teach me any manners," he concluded.

Dylan raised a hand. "This is your first date?"

Fang turned to me, amusement in his eyes now. "Well, the other one didn't really count, did it?"

I held in a laugh. "You mean the one where I walked out on you?—probably not."

Fang looked at Dylan and then nodded, answering his question.

Dylan let out a 'Hmmm…' before saying sarcastically, "This sounds like a stable relationship!" I rolled my eyes. "Hey, can I be the best man so I can console her when this whole thing doesn't work?" he asked immediately.

"No," Fang answered curtly.

Dylan went "Hmmm…" again then sipped the wine before looking at the glass oddly. "Maybe this is debri or maybe it's Coca Cola or something but-" He set it down and said to Fang cheerily, "You know? I wanna martini."

"Get dressed for it." Fang shot back.

Dylan chuckled and stood. "Okay nevermind. I'm tired, It's late, and I think I'll go to bed," said as he began climbing the spiral stairs. He paused halfway and said down to us, "See you at the wedding?"

"Yeah yeah, G'night, Dylan," Fang called up.

"G'night," I added.

Fang let out a very long breath. "He's great. He is." I gave him a look that said, He is LOADS of work… but he just added, "I don't get to see him often, but when I do, it's kind of like we're back in college." I just raised my eyebrows. "Okay I'm sorry—he can be a bit bombastic , but you just got to get to know him."

I pouted. "He insulted my wine."

We laughed. "Yes he did. And you know what?" He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "He will not be the best man."

I laughed again and he gave me a short kiss. "You don't really think we're getting married, do you?" I chuckled. "I mean, that proposal wasn't real, right?"

In response he kissed me longer, and deeper. I broke off early and mumbled, "Of course it wasn't real, I'm crazy…." He grunted and just pulled me back for another kiss.

This time he made it last before he pulled away and looked at me. "When can I see you again?"

I smiled. "When do you want to see me again?"

He smirked. "Tomorrow."

"I'll check my schedule," I said, and he kissed me, YES again.

I smiled and said against his lips, "Tomorrow's good."

"And—everyday after that…" he added, making laugh as he pulled me into one more kiss.

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AWWW aint that sweet? If you liked it review! And thanks to FangNotFnick for winning the Moxie explanation. XD

And also, Im proud to say I actually AM updating twice in one day! This is like the only time I've every done that! Hopefully that proves that this story is NOT a dead end!

Review please! :P