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Max's POV

My eyes where wide with fear. I dropped the paper and I must have made some noise because Fang was suddenly in front of me. I could see his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. He saw the note I had dropped and picked it up. I saw his eyes skimming over the page before realization washed over his face.

He shoved the note into his pocket, grabbed both my elbows and gently brought me to the couch. "He was here." I whispered.

"He was here, in my apartment!" I said louder. How did he even get in? Did he steal my key? No, there was only two, mine and the extra for Fang. Did he pick the lock? Maybe, there wasn't anything that could prove if he did or didn't. Did somebody let him in? He could have lied and said he was a friend, getting someone who worked here to let him in. There possibilities for how he got in kept running though my mind. It didn't feel safe knowing he could come in here anytime he felt like it. "What am I going to do Fang? He came in here once, he can do it again."

Fang kept his mouth shut and his head down. It was like he couldn't keep eye contact with me. He almost looked guilty.

Fang jumped up from the couch, looked around the room, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up. The action was so sudden it scared me. "You aren't staying here tonight, I'm not risking that messed up, creep coming after you." Fang said, his voice was low and he sounded genuinely concerned.

On the outside, I was calm. Or as calm as I could be with a maniac after me. On the inside I was jumping for joy. No way did I want to stay there, I didn't feel safe there.

"Grab some clothes for tomorrow and then we'll go to my apartment." He said.

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Fang's apartment wasn't what I was expecting at all. It looked bare, like he had moved in only a few hours ago. There was nothing on the walls, the bare minimum of furniture, and it was spotless. I couldn't find one thing that looked even the slightest bit out of place. "Why don't you have anything in here?" I asked. Fang shrugged.

"Where am I sleeping?"

"somewhere, I'm not sure yet." He confessed.

"Awesome." I muttered to myself. I sat down on his couch, and turned the tv on. Fang soon joined me with two bowls of ice cream, and handed me one of them. "Oh my god, you are literally the last person I'd ever expect to randomly sit down with ice cream."

"It's sort of a guilty pleasure" He said before putting another spoonful in his mouth.

It was pretty late by the time I had fallen asleep. Everything that had happened today really wore me out. I honestly don't know how I hadn't passed out from exhaustion.

I didn't expect to wake up in the most comfortable bed I'd ever been in, but I did. Sitting up, I looked around the room. I knew that I was still at Fang's automatically. Not even his room had anything that could tell me something about him. It was bare except for furniture.

Reluctantly, I got out of the bed and went to look for Fang. I saw him as soon as I walked into his living room. He was asleep on the couch, still in his clothes from yesterday. The way he sat didn't look comfortable, and his snoring suggested that he was exhausted from yesterday too.

I didn't want to wake him up, but I felt guilty for taking his bed even thought I know that isnt' where I fell asleep.

Guilt washed over me. He spends literally all his time watching over me. That's his job, I thought to myself. He deserves something done for him every once in a while. I felt like I needed to do something for him.

My stomach started to growl, giving me a great idea. "Breakfast. I'll make him breakfast!" I said to myself. Or at least try.

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About an hour later, I had made some severely burnt pancakes, decent bacon, and some burnt toast. At least the bacon is somewhat good, I thought, while taking a bite.

Fang woke up soon after. "It smells like burnt pancakes." He said, sitting up on the couch and cracking his neck. "That would be because I burnt pancakes." I said, holding one up so he could see. "They also are as hard as a hockey puck." I added, banging it on the counter as proof.

He laughed as we walked over and took a piece of bacon. "You burnt toast too. At least the bacon is edible. Did you know that if you cooked you'd burn everything?"

"Yes- But before you say anything, I was only trying to be nice because you always do stuff for me. So, you're welcome."

"Thank you, Max. It was nice of you to try." He said, talking another bite of bacon.

I threw away the pancakes and toast and we ate the bacon. "What are we doing today?" Fang asked.

"Well it's Sunday, and I don't have to go to the studio today. We can do whatever we want."

"Let's do something-" Fang was cut off by his phone ringing. "I have to take this, It's Mr. Old."

"Ok B-G, tell him I said hi." Fang left the room to talk to him. I turned the tv on and began to watch.

I didn't even realize it was half an hour later when Fang returned. "We have a problem. A big one." Was all he said before dragging me out of the apartment, into his car, and to the studio.

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So that's it for this chapter. I just fixed my email and read every single review over the past few months. I love when you guys review, so thank you. I have until sunday before I won't have access to a computer anymore. I'll update when I can, just know that I'm really trying.

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