Happy Valentines day! All snow in so I thought I would type so just sit back and relax. Hope you like this chapter!

FULLY DEDICATED TO EMILY! You know who you are

Max's POV

I was sitting in the widow seat, cushion, thing when a knock came to my door. Who in e world would bother me right now? Actually everyone would so lets forget that. Any way, Angel walked in the door and sat down next to me looking up at me oh so innocently.

"Hey Ange, what's wrong?"

"It's just, I want you to like it here, but you already don't."

"I'm fine, it's just overwhelming." I tried. Of course my little sister can like read minds, seeing right threw my lie.

"It's one of the boys, isn't it."

"yeah, they were really mean to me. Not much more to say." She stood up and walked out of my room just like that. WHAT. Well that was spontaneous.

Angel's POV

I had to fix everything. Those two were obviously perfect for each other. I walked to Fang's room, finding him sitting at his computer, typing away. I walked in silently and sat on his bed. The bed creaked and his head whipped around eyes on high alert. His eyes matched mine and instantly relaxed. He stood up and walked over to me.

"Hey Angel, what's up?"

"Why are you and Max fighting?" I said in my best angelic voice.

"Oh, uh," his face turned crimson, "She is accusing me for something I didn't do."

"Well, then you know what you have to do."

"And, what's that sweetheart."

"Apologize, maybe with a box of cookies. I already have tho place."

Max's POV

I had gone down stairs to talk to Nudge when Angel, ONCE AGAIN, bothered me again.

"What, Ange?"

"Follow." She turned around and walked outside. Instinctively I followed her without question. She made a turn and we went through the glass, back doors. There was a patch of strawberry bushes there. Angel always love going strawberry picking. We walked around for a while eating strawberries off the bushes when I spotted Fang sitting there on a bench. I turned around to walk away when Angel took am strong grip on my wrist.

"Angel, let go of me." I said through gritted teeth. She always had to fix things for me. I didn't want this relationship to be fixed.

"But he has cookies."

"Angel, what did I ever do to you!" I hissed through a closed mouth. Fang looked up from his position on the bench. He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face. Ugh that annoyed me. I looked away to not give him the gratitude of me actually looking at him. This was gonna take awhile.

Fang's POV

she walked over here with Angel dragging her. I smiled a little, making her look away instantly. I pulled out the box of cookies from behind me. Was I trying to hard? Maybe, but Angel was the one that came up with this idea.

"Angel, what did I ever do to you," Max hissed trough a closed mouth. Angel just smiled and plopped Max down next to me.

"Here," I said handing Max the box of cookies. She looked at it skeptical, then took it, eyes turning sad.

"My dad use to buy these for us all the time after he accident. He knew how much we loved them." She whispered. Her voice vulnerable to the world. Here eyes stared at the box of cookies for another second before she mumbled something even I couldn't hear.

"What?" I asked. I was almost scared that Max was this vulnerable at this moment. She seem to always be so guarded.

"thanks," she mumbled again barely audible. I looked up to see Angel already gone. Max set down the cookies and and gave me a quick hug. I stiffened at her touch. It was soft, and welcoming, unlike her usual guarded self. She let go even quicker though, me already missing her warmth. She took a cookie out and bit into it.

"mmm," she said. A little smile playing across her face.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's alright. I know I was harsh. Iggy was right. I guess we could try to be friends," she paused, "As long as you don't call me ugly again."

"Deal," I said shaking her hand.

we sat their for at least an hour, just talking about random things. But Max always seemed to change the subject when I asked about the accident she mentioned earlier.

Dylan's POV

I sat there in my bedroom watching Max and Fang instantly get along. She couldn't just hate him, she had to make up with him. She was his and he was going to make sure of it.

He walked downstairs to see her sitting on the couch. Fang was in the kitchen, leaving just me and her.

"Hey, Max, wanna see something cool?"

"Sure, just let me tell Fang."

"I already told him I would be borrowing you, don't worry." She stood up and followed me up the stairs. I made my way to my room, opening the door for her to go in first. She would be my girlfriend. Wait, that sounds creepy. Scratch that.i mean I really wanted her to like me instead of him. There, not creepy at all.