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They say when you have a problem, the first step is admitting it. That you have a problem, that is. Then you can go about fixing it, however that works.

Well, I certainly had a problem. And I'd admitted it. So I'm pretty much home free, right? Tell Fang I love him, big kiss and then the happily ever after.

Not so easy.

So I woke up to a very loud and rambunctious Gazzy and loud and rambunctious Nudge. Because, guess what, they were hungry. So they come barging in my room (well, the girl's room) and yelling "Can we go eat? Iggy said we had to ask you! Can we eat? Can we?"

My response: "Sure...yeah....mhmmm..."

Then I processed things. "WAIT." I pulled myself up. "I'll—I'll come with you..." I was exhausted on account of staying up to watch Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp and some other guy beat the crap out of each other on a giant wheel-thing while Keira Knightly threw a hissy fit on the beach. It was an addicting movie. Action, drama, fantasy...oh and romance. I watched Elizabeth betray Will and kill Jack with one teensy weensy kiss and I thought Oh, if only my lovelife was that simple.

Anyways, it was past two when I nodded off. And it was now—I glanced blearily at the digital clock on the VCR—7:51 AM. I just groaned.

Nudge and Gazzy looked at each other. "We'll ask Iggy," Nudge said.

"M'kay," I agreed, flopping back down and closing my eyes. "Hey wait...where's Fang?"

"Still sleeping," Gazzy said.

Huh. I curled up...

...and woke up what seemed like ten seconds later by a bright eyed and bushy tailed Angel.

"Hey, Max, it's like, 9:40, can we eat? Cause breakfast is only until ten."

Ughhhh. I counted to ten, then dragged myself upright. "Is Fang awake yet?"

"No, I'll go wake him up!" Angel ran into the boy's room.

I sighed, shoved my sock-less feet into my sneakers and put my hair up in a ponytail. By then, Angel ahd dragged Fang into the hallway and had come back for me. When we were both standing mutely in the hall, yawning and rubbing our eyes, she shepherded us into the dining room.

Where, to my great surprise, we ran into Iggy, Nudge and Gazzy.

"You were eating breakfast for two hours?" I demanded.

"It's free," Gazzy mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

"No, they found the arcade room. After I talked them out of going for a swim," Iggy said, sighing. "We got here about 45 minutes ago. By the way, the boiled eggs suck here." With that, he got up, Nudge and Gazzy following suit, the latter shoving a donut into his mouth.

We got food. A lot of food.

"Well, she seems perkier this morning," I said as Angel headed for another helping of cereal. Fang nodded, taking a sip of his orange juice, eyes fixed on the TV screen above the mantle. "Hey, what time'd you get to sleep."

Not taking his eyes off the TV, he replied, "About three."

"Why so late?"

"Well," he said, tearing his eyes off the screen momentarily. "I had to wait for you to fall aslepp so I could use your outlet. What were you watching, by the way?"

"Pirates of the Caribbean. Why didn't you just come in?"

"Didn't want you to takle me again. Plus, I write better on the blog when I'm by myself." His eyes were glued back on the TV.

Okay, that last bit was bull. I'd seen him write on his precious blog a hundred times. I shook my head slightly and got up to get another little box of Lucky Charms (magically delicious!) I glanced up at the screen, expecting to see some interesting news story, explaining why Fang was so preoccupied.

It was the tail end of a commercial break. Either Fang had suddenly become fascinated by the Geico gecko, or he was hiding something.

I met up with Angel at the buffet table. She was completely loaded down. One bowl of cereal, one Styrofoam cup of coffee, another one of hot chocolate, a bagel, and two glazed donuts were all stacked precariously on a few slices of French toast. Noting my raised eyebrows, she said "Some of it's for Total," a little defensively.

"Right, sweetie." I eyed her tower of food and snagging my Lucky Charms. "Feeling better, then?"

"Much," she said happily. "I can ignore people's thoughts now! I slept really well last night." She tried balancing the coffee on top of the bagel on the donut on the toast on the plate.

What a great sentence. I can ignore people's thoughts now! Yippee!

"Ah, that's not going to work," I said, laughing a bit as I grabbed her drinks. "Glad to hear it, Angel." I looked around, noticing we were the last ones left. I stuck my tongue between my teeth and whistled. Fang turned around. "We're going," I called.

So basically, after Total had pigged out and everyone was showered, we checked out. We went an hour or two in the car before I finally managed to convince Nudge to ditch it. Then we were flying again.

I felt a ton better that day. The Voice—or neither Voice I should say—dropped in, I'd admitted (to myself, at least) that I loved Fang which was a huge burden off my mind and I felt clean for the first time since we'd left Dr. Martinez—Mom—in Arizona. Which was where we were headed. From what we could tell from the map and our own directional senses, we were a week or so away.

Nothing happened, which in my book, was a good day. Oh, except it seemed like Fang was ignoring me. But that was the only thing. And it wasn't that bad, he was just quieter than usual. Or so I thought.

We made camp at about five that evening. Everyone was pretty happy...a day of flying does that to you. Iggy was working on dinner, Nudge and Gazzy and Total were trying to play cards and I was just relaxing, until Angel pulled me out of camp with a serious look on her little face. That's when I knew something was up.

"Max," she said quietly.

"What?" I asked, alarmed. She looked like someone had died.

"Well, I'm not sure if I should tell you..." she bit her lip.

"Tell me, Angel," I said, my curiosity piqued, though I was still worried.

"Fang—might have found relatives—" she choked out. I was stunned. Angel took a deep breath. "He was looking around, he found a back door into Itex files on the School, and he found his last name, so he ran a Google search and he might've found an aunt and his grandparents." Angel looked up and me, then quickly away. "I—I thought you should know...he was going to tell you, I think...but..."

I was absolutely shocked. Unlike in my dream, the implications of Fang's discovery struck me immediately. I felt like my stomach and turned to lead and dropped suddenly.

Too late.

I made it through the evening, and first watch. After the initial shock, I was just numb. I was still numb when Iggy woke up for the second watch.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" he demanded, toching me on the shoulder. I jumped.

"Oh, I was just gonna take your watch," I mumbled.

"Why?" He climbed onto the low tree branch I was sitting on. "Max, what's wrong? You've been really weird this evening. You're not—PMSing, are you?" He looked a little horrified.

"Um, no," I said quietly.

"Well...then what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

A sigh. "Okay, I hate when something's wrong and someone asks about it, and the other person says 'Nothing'."

I was silent. I'd had a very, very long time to think about what had happened. Fang would probably leave, I decided. And I'd had a long time to think about that too, and I'd concluded that it would be bad.

"It's Fang, isn't it," Iggy said. I jumped again.

"No," I said, too quickly.

"I knew it," Iggy said triumphantly. "So when's it due?"

I resisted the sudden impulse to push Iggy off the tree. "Not like that."

Iggy thought, narrowing his icy blue eyes. "You broke up?" he asked raising his eyebrows in confusion. "But you didn't go out! What did I miss?"

I heaved a sigh. "Complicated. Although I have to say that Dream Iggy was a lot more helpful than you are."

"Wait, what? Dream Iggy? What are you talking about?" Iggy frowned. I didn't offer any explanation. "Fine. I know how I'm going to fix this. I've seen enough Dr. Phil." He slid off the tree branch and headed off to camp.

I sighed again and turned to face the forest, slumping against the tree trunk and closing my eyes.

"Psst! Max!" Iggy hissed. I looked down. Iggy was gripping a very confused-looking Fang. "Down here, now!" I chose to ignore him.

"Fine," he muttered, letting go of Fang's arm and climbing up onto my branch. "Get down. Now," he ordered.

"No, Iggy, just go to sleep—"

"Fine," he interrupted. "You leave me no choice." And with that, he shoved me right off the tree branch.

"Oof!" I landed on my back. Completely winded, I sat up slowly, gasping for air.

"Right," Iggy said, slithering off the branch and onto the ground. "You two have been really weird all day and I don't think you've actually talked at all in the last seven hours. So," he said, grabbing Fang's arm and my wrist and hauling us after him. "You two are going to discuss whatever you need to discuss, right here, right now, and you are going to fix whatever happened." With that, he let go of us and gave us a good shove. "I'll be at camp." He walked back off.

There was an awkward silence.

I don't tend to do well with awkward, so I went on the offensive. "You've been avoiding me," I accused him. Fang looked at me, then sat on a tree root. I began to pace.

"No, I haven't," he said.

"Yes, you have." I continued pacing.

He sighed. I glared.

More silence

Finally, I couldn't take it. "When were you planning to tell me?" I asked softly. Fang glanced at me, and I saw the comprehension dawn in his eyes.

"Angel told you." He stood up. "What did she say?"

I wheeled around to face him. "What you should have told me! Were you planning on slipping away in the middle of the night or something?" I was now nose to nose with him. Or as nose-to-nose as two people who aren't the same height can get.

He looked startled. "I—what--? What are you talking about?"

"I know you wanted to find your family, but would you desert us? Why didn't you tell me right away?"

"I wanted to tell you myself, when I was ready." Fang's jaw was tight with anger.

"And when would that have been?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from rising.

"I don't know Max." Fang was really angry now. We were both trying to keep it down, but his voice had risen.

"How can you not know?" I hissed.

"Well, maybe cause it's private, Max, and not really any of your business!"

"Not any of my business—!" I opened my mouth but decided not to reply, turning towards the camp instead.

"Wait," Fang caught my arm. I turned around. He was still angry. "Have you ever been in a position where you want to tell someone something desperately, but you just—couldn't?"

He let go. I could tell he wasn't expecting an answer.

I looked back, laughed mirthlessly and said bitterly "You have no idea, Fang. No idea."

A/N Wow, that was kind of depressing

-smack- Oh, wait, yeah, for those of you who caught my Author's Note/Chapter, I mentioned Amelia Atwater-Rhodes? Yeah, she's this author and she published her first book at age 13. It's called In the Forests of the Night, and it's pretty freaking awesome. So is Demon in my Veiw. It's like a fanfiction of her own story. And so is Hawksong. Which is about Avians. I reccomend it.

Three chapters plus the epilogue!

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