Hello readers – if I have any – anyway, I know, I know it's been probably a million years since I've updated, and I will probably not be able to update for the next few weeks – even if it is the holidays soon – because of "City Experience". It's when we go into the city of Melbourne, and explore the city on our own, with no teachers.

Chapter Seven

Fang and I were back in our place under the tree, he was lying on the grass, splitting blades of grass apart and looking up at the white clouds in the sky. I was sitting crossed-legged next to him. It was another one of those perfect sunny, spring days.

"You know you still haven't answered my question," Fang said out of the blue.

"What question?" I asked confused.

"What do you wish for?" Fang asked, putting his arms behind his head.

"Oh, that question." I thought for a while, "I already have what I wished for." That was the truth.

"Yeah? What is it then?" Fang asked, playfully. I lay down next to him, facing him. He turned to me, waiting expectedly.

"You," I said simply, and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Really?" He asked hesitant, unsure I was telling the truth.

"No, I wish for a million dollars." His face looked a little disappointed. "I'm kidding, Fang."

"Oh, right." His face filled with a huge smile. And I mean a huge smile, a smile I haven't seen on his face for a long time, and only when he is around me. My smile.

"What about you? You said that you would tell me yours if I told you mine." I sat up.

Fang pulled me back down to lay beside him again. "Calm down, I will, but I also already gotten my wish granted."

"Yeah, so what is it?" I asked impatient.

"Guess." Fang wrapped his arms tighter around me.

"Um…" I pretended to act dumb, "to eat breakfast?"

"No, you." He rolled his eyes.

"I know." I smiled at him.

"Max, Fang," Gazzy whined, when we were inside eating lunch.

"Yeah?" We asked in unison, mouths full.

"Can we please play in the clearing today?" He made an angelic face.

"Why?" I asked suspicious, eyeing him.

"Because." He answered, rolling her eyes.

"Gazzy and Iggy, you're not going to the clearing because of what I know your thinking of doing?" I asked finally understanding why he wanted to go to the clearing so badly.

"And what would that be, Max?" Iggy asked, looking innocent.

"I'm guessing that you're making bombs?" I put my sandwich down.

"Oh man." Gazzy looked at Iggy, "Told you she would know."

"Fine." Iggy said miserably, but with a hint of a smile.

I know that smile, it means he has a plan, but I don't know what. I shook the thought away, I'll find out. I always do.

"Hey Fang, can I talk to you for a minute?" Iggy asked.

"Uh, sure." Fang shrugged.

That was weird; I wonder what he wants to ask. I'll ask Fang later.

I sat on the couch, flicking through the channels, not finding anything remotely entertaining. Fang plopped beside me, "hey."

"Hey. What was that about?" I asked turning the TV off.

"Just boys stuff." He waved his hand, as if to dismiss the thought. "Do you want to have a picnic, this afternoon, just you and me? Unless you have something better to do."

"Yeah, I think I'd rather watch Oprah, than spend the day with you." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Come on, let's go." I grabbed my hand, dragging me to the kitchen.

"Where are the others?" I asked, while Fang filled a basket with food and drinks.

"Outside or their rooms, I think." I nodded.

Fang muttered to himself, listing if everything he needed was in the basket.

"Done?" I asked, swinging on the stool.

"Yep. Let's go." He took my hand.

We sat in our usual spot, but this time more hidden in the woods, in a secret clearing. Fang lay down a rug and we sat down.

"Wow, I didn't know this place was here." I looked around.

"Yeah, I used to come here, you know when Jeb left." He started unpacking the basket.

"Is this where you went all those times?" I asked surprised. "I thought you were in your room, the whole time."

"Yeah, I flew out my window and found this spot, when I was clearing my head."

"Does anyone else know about this spot?" I asked curious.

"No, only you. This can be our little secret." He winked.

I laughed at him, "yeah, just the two of us."

"So, why did you want to go on a picnic, anyway?" I asked after we finished eating. My head was on his stomach, so I couldn't really see his face.

Fang stroked my hair, "I wanted to show you my secret place."

I didn't answer him, and closed my eyes.

"I'm glad you did." I said after a while.

In the silence I heard a small boom. Then cheering. I knew it.

I sat up suddenly, startling Fang, "what's wrong?" He asked.

"That's not the only reason why you took me here."

Fang stared at me blankly, then he realised what I meant.

"You heard that?" I nodded.

"Yeah," he said sheepishly, "Iggy asked if I could get you away from the clearing, so he and Gazzy could try their newest bomb. I was going to take you here anyway, so I told him I would take you somewhere away."

"Those boys," I shook my head, "oh well, might as well let them have their fun. I want to stay here and not ruin their fun."

I lay back down on Fang, but not before he stopped me. He kissed my forehead. "I'm glad you're letting them have their fun."

I closed my eyes and finally felt the happiest I've been for the first time in years.