The last chapter was borderline smutty, sorry. I got a little carried away...That scene wasn't really supposed to be there, this one was...Oops...

On another note, I think I need an editor, to avoid future fiascos like that one. Any volunteers? I think I might ask one of my very good buds, but if she says no, would one of you like to help me?

Disclaimer: This is getting old, and I'm running out of funny ways to twist it. I don't own them. He does. And don't pretend you don't know who he is. You're here, aren't you?

Fang POV

I stepped out of the shower, drenching the bath-mat beneath my feet. I quickly grabbed up the fluffy white towel and and dried off as fast as possible. I did not need Liv walking in on me naked. Again.

I slipped on the swim-trunks Liv bought me, and a black T-shirt. Also compliments of Liv. She had nearly depleted her savings, buying me everyhting I needed for a comfortable stay at her house, including a brand-new wardrobe. I'd only had one spare shirt when I had left the flock. I hadn't wanted to weigh myself down.

I stumbled into the kitchen, my vision impared as I tried to towel off my hair. Liv was already at the table, reading the comic section of the paper, a steaming cup of tea waiting next to her elbow. As I poured my pops into a bowl, a thought hit me.

"What about our wings?" I asked, mentally kicking myself that this hadn't dawned on me sooner. Liv didn't look up from the paper as she responded, absentmindedly tracing one finger around the rim of her mug. "Macy already knows." She said, taking a sip.

I should have felt more alarmed at this, but I couldn't. I trusted Liv's judgement, maybe too much, but I didn't want to do anything about it. "It doesn't bother her?" Something in my tone must have caught her attention, because she set her cup down, folding the paper nicely. "No. She's known about mine for years. She is one of the most accepting people I know. Hell, I think my wings are the least of her worries. You should have seen her when she found out about my cutting." She said, her liquid eyes exploring mine. I examined Liv inwardly. She didn't come off as that kind of girl.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" I asked, retrieving the milk from the fridge, grimacing at the soy-milk. Liv smiled, her eyes far-away, "Like a baby's diaper." She finally said, getting up from the table. I frowned at her, then at the spoonful of cereal waiting to enter my mouth. Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. She laughed as I dithered about pouring it down the sink. Yeah, I had a strong stomach, but I never had to think about baby's diapers. Only bone-crunching fights, covered in gore. That I could handle. I shrugged and ate it anyway. Living in cages, or running for my life, had taught me never to pass up a free meal. Especially if it wasn't from a dumpster.

~After breakfast, pulling up in Macy's drive-way~

Fang POV

Liv didn't bother to knock or ring the door-bell, she just walked in, kicking off her shoes in the entry-way. I followed her, pausing to set my shoes next to hers. Macy's house was probably as old as Liv's, but much swankier. Liv waited in the living room, throwing herself down next to a tall red-headed boy playing an online game. I stood behind the couch, feeling awkward.

"Macy, hurry up, my beard'll be as long as Dumbledores' if you take any longer!" Liv shouted, causing the red-head to glare at her. She grinned at him, and stretched out farther on the couch.

"Did you just make a Harry Potter reference?" came a voice behind me. I turned to see a tall blonde girl in a baby-blue bikini. She was easily 5' 8, with eyes to match her bathing suit. I just stared in amazement. "This is him?" She asked, going to sit on Liv, "He's exactly your type. Have you screwed him yet?" She continued, busily braiding Liv's hair. I could see why they were friends. They had almost identical personalities.

"I may have raped him..." Liv trailed, ogling me jokingly. Macy snorted, "You can't rape the willing." I waited patiently for them to exhaust their banter.

The boy seemed to have had enough though. He stood up, snapping his laptpop shut, and loping out of the room. "Bye Hon, talk to you later!" Liv called, waving. The hieght must run in the family, because the boy was taller than I was.

"Are you ready to swim, or what?" Said Macy, getting off Liv. Liv yipped wordlessly, dashing out what, I assumed, was the back door. Macy beckoned to me and followed Liv. I sighed and did the same.

Macy had a huge pool, in a huge backyard. I hesitated uncertainly on the deck, not having spotted Liv yet. She walked up behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "You're safe here. Promise." She started ahead of me, pulling her shirt off slowly, her brilliant blue wings shimmering quietly in the sunlight. She stepped out of her shorts, further exposing a tiny black bikini. I sat in wonder, at how petite she was. She was a very small girl, inches shorter than Max, her shoulders smaller, her body somehow softer, rounder.

She smiled at me and dove into the water, her wings streamline behind her. Her down was going to take forever to dry. And so was mine. I ripped off my shirt, and jumped in after her.

So, what do you guys think of Macy? And I have a question to you guys out there. Do you wear boxers under you trunks? I know some guys who do, and some guys who don't. I think it's wierd to wear boxers under trunks. Just sayin'... Anyway, REVIEW!