Maxs PoV

I got up the next morning around 9. I immediately went downstairs and spent 30 minutes on the stair stepper before going back upstairs and eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I put my bowl in the sink, did another 30 minutes on the stair stepper, then went and took a shower. I was just emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in my towel, when my cell phone on my bedside table started ringing.

I plopped myself down on my bed and held the phone between my head and my shoulder while I wrung water out of my hair.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, baby." I smiled. I loved it when Dylan called me that.

"Hey. Whats up?"

"I was just thinking, you wanna hit the ice cream shop today?"

And just like that, my day got a million times brighter.

"Sure! I'll call Fang, and we'll meet you at your house in half an hour."

"K. See you then."

I hung up and quickly went to my closet to get dressed. While I brushed my hair, I called Fang.

"Wakey wakey sunshine." I said teasingly, knowing he was probably still asleep.

"Damn it Max why do you keep waking me up so damn early?"

"Fang it's 11:15." There was a pause, then I heard him barely swear.

"Touche." Was all he said. "So what do you want Your Highness?"

"Oh ha ha." I said drily. "Dylan and I are going to the ice cream shop. You wanna come along?"

To my surprise, there was a pause, as though he was hesitating. That was weird, usually he's all over it. Eventually, I heard him sigh,as if in defeat.

"Yeah, sure. Meet you at your house?"

"Yeah. See you in a few."

With that, I hung up, frowning to myself. What was going on with him today?

About ten minutes later, Fang was knocking on my door, and we were heading for Dylans house. We laughed and bantered the way we always do, the strangeness of this morning forgotten.

When we reached Dylans house, Fang hung back while I tripped up to Dylans front door and rang the bell.

Fangs PoV

Max waited for a moment, then suddenly the door swung open and Dylan swept Max up, spinning her in a circle. Max laughed, and as soon as he set her back on her feet, they kissed. Not the quick pecks from yesterday, like a deep kiss. I clenched my jaw angrily and looked away.

Finally Max made him stop kissing her and we were walking towards the ice cream shop.

I could barely keep myself from glaring at Dylan as we walked. He was holding her hand and whispering things to her, making her giggle in a very un-Max-like fashion, and every few minutes he would stop and kiss her again until she made him keep walking. At this rate it would take us another hour to get there.

We were three fourths of the way there when I snapped.

"Would you two quit it?" I asked irritably. "Your puppy love is gonna make us take the entire afternoon just to go three damn blocks."

"Wow, someones feisty today." Dylan commented with a smirk.

"Shut it Dylan." I muttered, shooting him a venomous look.

"Why? It's not my fault you're all pissy." he said. I gritted my teeth, glaring at him with as much rage as I could muster. He just kept smirking at me, knowing I couldn't hurt him in front of Max.

"Ok, ok, that's enough." Max said sternly, moving to walk in between Dylan and I. "What's gotten into you, Fang?"

I didn't answer. Dylan continued to look at me smugly, making me fight to keep my cool. I hated him so much. He tried to kiss Max again, but she brushed him off and kept walking, much to my pleasure.

Finally, finally we got to the ice cream shop. Dylan and I both got our usual. Max, though, she hesitated. I frowned at her, wondering what she was doing, when she ordered a single scoop of chocolate.

Dylan smiled fondly at her while I fought with myself in my mind. Maybe it was nothing. I mean, it was just one scoop of ice cream. It couldn't be that important.

Right?

Maxs PoV

I loved feeling Dylans arm around me while we ate. He was proud of me, for taking control. And I felt good about it.

Fang was acting weird though, throwing a wrench in my happy mood. What was his problem? He's been acting weird all day. I don't understand it.

Dylan continued to kiss me and such all the way home, even though it seemed to annoy Fang. After we dropped Dylan off, the walk was quiet, not the way it was this morning. We were almost to my house when Fang finally spoke.

"Hey, Max, is everything alright?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, giving him a confused smile.

"Just, you know, are you ok?" he seemed awkward and unsure of himself, which was extremely odd for him.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason." he muttered, then quickly turned and headed for his house.

I frowned to myself, but shrugged it off and went back inside to get back on the stair stepper.