Authors Note: OOOOO! Lots of Fax in this chappie and another cliffie! lol:

Maxs POV: Chapter 7

"Max what's wrong?" Gazzy asked, running behind me effortlessly. I could already see our new house up ahead and didn't stop as I answered, "I think Fang knows we have wings." They shut up after that.

We made it home in about 2 minutes, barging through the door and seeing mom watching TV on the couch. "Hi mom," I said, slowing down and waving to her so she wouldn't get worried.

"Hey guys! Back already? Did you have fun?"

"Yea, it was great. I got stung by a Man-of-War though, but Fang got the stingers out and took the pain away so I danced with him as a thank you. Thanks to Angel by the way," I told her. She looked worried at first but her face softened as soon as she heard Fang's name. "I think he likes you Max," she said with a smile.

"I think I might to…"

Maxs POV: (Later that night)

That night I didn't get any sleep. I couldn't help but wonder if her knew. And if he did how did he find out?

I sighed and stood up grudgingly, putting on a black track suit. Yea, I used to run track back in New York, but not any more, not when I don't want to get noticed.

I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a steak knife and leaning around to cut slits in my shirt big enough for my wings to fit through. The knife snagged on the fabric for an instant and nicked me in the back but it didn't hurt, it would take a lot more than that to hurt me.

Going back upstairs I opened my window and climbed through, the warm breeze ruffling my hair. I unfurled my wings and took a second to examine them, admiring the brown and white feathers with dark brown freckles, loving the way they looked against the dark night sky. I jumped off the roof and relished the way the wind felt against my outstretched wings. I angled them to the left and let the wind carry me upwards. As soon as I was sure no one on the ground could see me, though I have no clue why they would be out this late, I flew straight again.

Man, I haven't flown in forever. 6 months and 9 days to be exact, I know this because for some reason I have this uncanny ability to tell time and direction.

The air here was different than in New York. In New York the air chilled my bones, but here the wind flushed my cheeks and the humidity weighed down my wings. I could feel the wind traveling through my feathers as I flew over houses. I looked down and was met with black windows and lonely street lights. One house in particular caught my attention because there was a faint glow in the backyard. I swooped down and landed in a tree in the backyard, searching for the source of the light.

I stifled a gasp when I saw Fang sitting in a wicker chair. He had a flashlight tucked into the crook of his neck and was writing in a notebook. I moved through the branches, trying to get a better look when my foot snapped a twig. His head shot up and I froze in place, praying he wouldn't see me.

His gaze ran along the tree and I crouched lower, pressing myself into the hard bark as I strived for cover. His eyes stopped at the exact spot I was at and I lowered my eyes so they wouldn't reflect any light and give me away.

When I looked back up he was gone, the notebook and flashlight sitting in the chair. I looked around the backyard, getting that weird sensation that someone was watching me, the one only Fang can give me. An idea struck me and I looked around the tree I was in. The one I just noticed I was alone in. Of course.

Where is he? I thought to myself, still searching for him. He couldn't have gone far and he obviously knew I was here, so where was he? I looked around some more and heard a rustling coming from under the tree. Looking down I saw Fang staring up into it, squinting like he couldn't see in the dark even though I knew he could. "Shit," I muttered, knowing he could hear every single breath I breathed and giving up on being stealthy. I had an issue here. I could either A) take my chances and fly away, letting Fang know I had wings if he didn't already, or B) sit here until he decides to confront me. Too late.

"Hi Max," Fang said, climbing up beside me impossibly fast. Wow, that boy can climb.

"Hi Fang," I sighed. He smiled and sat down beside me, watching me and giving me that weird feeling again, the one that makes my neck hairs prickle. "Could you stop doing that?" I asked, looking at him.

"Doing what?" He asked, a smirk playing across his perfect lips. Stop it Max!

"Staring at me, it gives me a weird feeling," I said. His smirk grew into a full blown smile and I could have sworn my heart stopped there. "Well you're the one in a tree in my back yard," he said. Just the question I wanted to avoid.

"I didn't know it was your tree, I was out… Walking, and I saw a light on and came to check it out," I said, defending myself. His smile grew even more and I glared at him, not helping but notice the way his eyes sparkled in the faint light of night.

"So you climbed into my tree and watched me?" He teased. "Yep," I nodded, trying to suppress the smile that was slowly spreading across my lips. I couldn't help it any more and let it out, smiling along with him. He placed his hand on top of mine and I looked down startled, when I looked back up his lips met mine and we were kissing. Gently at first, but it soon grew more intimate. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I gave him one and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. His hands trailed up my back and he pulled away, his fingers finding the slits in my shirt, leading to my wings.

"Shit," I breathed.