A/N. Hey! I'm back and here's the next chapter. Can you guys check out my new two-shot called Photographs and review it? That'd be great! Thanks!

Someone was following Max.

She rounded the corner in the street and ran into an alley way. For most people, this would be a bad idea but Max had a black belt in at least three different kinds of martial arts. She wanted to teach this guy a lesson, whoever he was.

She clenched her fists just as C.A. entered the alley.

"What did Jeb put you up to this time, C.A?" Max sneered. She didn't like C.A. he was a cleaner, a murderer but something about him seemed familiar. As if she knew him or at least someone like him.

"He wanted to know where you're going." He answered briefly.

"Tell him I'm meeting a friend," she told him.

"You don't have friends," C.A. smirked.

"Just piss off, I'll come back." She waved a hand dismissively.

"I'm sure you will, Ms. Ride. Because if you don't," he paused and made the universal slitting of the throat gesture, "I'll finally have permission to hunt you down."

C.A. turned to leave. Max relaxed a bit but not much. She hated that guy; he seemed so arrogant and cocky, like he was better than everyone else when he himself was a murderer. Just like her father.

Max continued walking. She had lied; she wasn't going to meet a friend. Actually, she just needed to get out of that damned house again. It was strangling her.

She entered her favorite clothing store, Hot Topic. Maybe getting a new t-shirt would take her mind off things.

The rack of new Paramore and Black Veil Brides t-shirts caught her eye. She reached for one only to be beaten by a guy who grabbed it first.

She looked up angrily at…Fang?

"I just can't get rid of you," she muttered.

"Why would you want to?" he said smugly.

"Look, just because you helped me last week doesn't make us best friends or anything," she told him.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Max glanced at the t-shirt in Fang's hands. "What size is it anyway? For all you know it won't fit that huge lumping thing you call a body," she said.

"It's a small, you're right. Maybe it'll fit that scrawny thing you call a figure," he mocked back and handed her the shirt.

"Oh, bite me," Max said, taking the shirt.

"Well, I am Fang after all," he mused.

Max slapped him upside the head.

"You're an idiot."

"I have an IQ twenty points north of genius. By calling me and idiot, you're being an idiot," he corrected her.

"Why do I try?" Max asked, exasperated.

"Because I'm charming and play a mean harmonica?" he suggested.

"You know what? I'm just gonna pay for the shirt and leave. You're giving me a migraine here and I don't get migraines."

She pulled out her wallet hastily and paid for the shirt.

"So how's things with Jeb?" he asked.

"He still wants me to take over. He says I was made for this, I was made to be at my maximum. The guy sucks, he never cared about what I wanted, who I am."

"What do you want?" Fang asked curiously.

Max studied him, his tone was just curious with no possible schemes in his mind.

She sighed. "I want to be a paramedic. I want to help people, not hurt them, not kill them. When I was thirteen there was this boy in my class. He was drowning in the water. I didn't think, I just ran and then I was giving him CPR and then he was breathing again. I saved him. Do you know what that's like? To save someone? You could see the life come back in his eyes. Life is so fleeting, you can't just take it, or let it go. You have to fight for it, to save it. That's what I want and who I am. I want to save people."

Her words unintentionally stung Fang. Life is fleeting. No, his dad deserved it. His dad was a monster; he didn't regret what he did.

"What about you, Fang? What do you want now?" she asked him.

I want to get this over with. I don't want this life anymore. I can't do it. "I want a cup of coffee, care to join me?"

"Sure, why not?" she shrugged.

Fang was uneasy. Max wanted so save people; could he really take everything from her? No not from her from her father.

Fang got Max a muffin to go with her latte and got an espresso for himself.

"Oh how much was it, I'll pay for my stuff," she offered.

"Nah, s'okay."

"That is so sexist, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't pay my way. How much was it?" she asked again.

"It's not sexist. It's called being nice," he told her.

"Fine, I'll let it slide just this once."

"Oh thank you, your highness. I'm flattered to be pardoned from being nice," he said sarcastically.

"You're welcome," she grinned.

He took a sip of his coffee and sighed in appreciation.

"I have something to ask you," he said.

"What?"

"Well, next week's my friend's birthday. He told me to bring a friend he didn't already know so there'll be more people at the party. Would you mind going?" he asked her. It was a lie of course, Gazzy's birthday wasn't until next month but Iggy said they needed to speed things up.

Max thought for a moment.

"Is there cake?" she asked cautiously.

"You can die eating cake."

"And ice cream?"

"You betcha," Fang grinned.

"You've got yourself a deal, Detweiler."

A/N. So it was more of a filler for the next chapter. How did you like it? Do you have any theories to the story because I have at least two things coming up that I'm sure you'll get a kick out of.

Question of the Day: What do you want to be when you grow up? (I want to be an author, no duh)

-Indy