Sorry for the late update! I hope this chapter will make up for it!

MPOV

"Gotcha!" Angel cried, bursting into the room.

Fang and I jumped apart, staring at the ground in embarrassment. At least- I did. Fang glared at Angel, and growled in his most threating voice, "What are you doing here, Angel?" Angel shrank back, her eyes widening innocently.

"Nothing."

"Really," Fang hissed skeptically.

Angel was practically trembling. "Yes?" she asked in a small voice.

"Fang," I said warningly. She was just a junior- she had enough to worry about, what with homework, and other things. Besides- Fang was frightening.

He huffed in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. "Fine," he grumbled. His voice had a certain catch in it though, making me squint at him.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

I narrowed my eyes, and folded my arms across my chest. "Explain." Angel took one look at me, one at Fang, and booked it out of my house, shouting 'Homework!' behind her as she ran.

"So?"

"Nothing."

"How interesting. Now shut up and explain," I snapped.

"Nothing."

My hand snapped out, gripping his and twisting it onto his back. I shoved him against my wall, and hissed in his ear, "Explain."

"Nothing." I wrenched his arm higher, and saw his jaw clench. Suddenly he twisted his arm back around, and took his wrist from my hand, transferring my hands into one of his. I took his spot on the wall, my arms pinned above my head. "Hmm," he murmured, his eyes twinkling.

I glared at him, and saw him smirk. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine, though not exactly kissing. My glare ebbed away, and felt him… smile against my lips. What? Fang smiled? God, what was this world coming to? Next we'll have chocolate chip cookies with low-fat chocolate.

He suddenly pressed his lips against mine, and pushing my body against the wall, trapping me. I froze, my mind numbing, and going on autopilot. Suddenly I was snapped back to reality- the reality of Fang kissing me. The world was spinning around me, and I gasped. Finally I was able to shove him away, and stumble towards the door. His strong arm caught me, unyielding to my protests.

After a couple Max-moments, I was able to snap out of it, and give Fang my full glare. He blinked in shock, giving me a chance to shove past him, and sprint towards the door. I was in the forest in seconds, thanks to my super fast running.

My wings snapped out, and I forgot that I could barely fly, forgot that I was just kissed by Fang, and simply flew. There's something about flying that really cleared the cobwebs out of your head, you know? (AN: God, I'm good. Two Max quotes in two chapters. Want to try for three?)

I was pumping my wings hard, and really pushing for the speed that hovered at the edge of my vision when suddenly I felt speed pour into my wings like liquid would into a batter, making me zoom past everything, and suddenly it was just me and the wind, flying together like old friends.

So we flew. For hours. And… hours. Lots of them. I chased the sun until I realized that I couldn't feel my wings anymore, and that my lips were blue. Crap. God, I need to get back.

So I turned back around, speeding my way back. At one point the speed ran out, much like gas would in a car, so I really had to work to keep myself airborne. Suddenly hawks surrounded me, accepting me into their flock. Well, the hawks were a distraction enough, let alone the way they flew, so I completely forgot about my tiredness.

They tilted the tips of their wings, for minuscule changes in their direction. Occasionally the front of the flock would bank, flapping one wing harder than the other for a tight curve in their flight, and would fly to the back. The birds rotated this was so that the one in the front could have a break, and follow in another's slipstream. (AN: Uh, is that what it's called? I don't know. I just know that it's easier to fly behind another, like how it's easier to sail behind another's wake.)

I took short stops on land to swipe something from a dumpster, relieve myself, or to take a drink of water from a freshwater lake, or pond. The ground always felt weird beneath my feet. By now I was used to flying, not walking, and I simply ignored my exhaustion.

So when I landed in the clearing, the earth felt like a stranger to my feet; forbidding, and harsh. All of those feelings disappeared as soon as they had come, whisked away by the sudden appearance of Fang.

My eyes widened in delight. "Fang!" I shouted, and ran over to him. Once there, I was unsure of what to do. That is, until I saw his furious expression, vying for its place next to relief.

"Max."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Uh, huh, that's my name."

"You've been gone for two days."

I blinked in shock, my eyes widening. "What?"

"You're mom's waiting for you back in the house. She's in tears. Might want to go talk to her. Nudge's there, too," he turned away. "Go." He commanded.

I lowered my head in shame. I hadn't realized that I'd been gone that long. With the wind as your guide and company, the hours seemed like minutes. I dragged my feet inside, feeling sulky. I wouldn't be allowed to go up to my room, though; I was assaulted by noises, and sounds, and shouts.

One voice soared above the rest, however, since it was, of course, so used to talking. Nudge screamed, "Max! OMG! Where have you been? The newspaper people are here, and some fashion people too and I've been talking to this really nice lady who's advising me on what to wear for prom and she said that maybe she could design me a dress and of course I said yes and now I'm so excited but what will you wear I'm really not too sure if your dress could be made in two days, mine was started two days ago and won't be finished until the day of the dance and I didn't add too many things to it but I don't have a date and you do so I'm not too sure if we should-"

I caught her in a too-tight hug, glad for the temporary silence of Nudge. But that just meant that I was able to tune in all the reporters that crowded the room. Suddenly another pair of hands gripped my shoulder, spinning me around. My first instant was a knee-kick to the stomach, a clap on the eardrums, popping them, and then- oh, wait. It was 'mom'.

And then I was the one being hugged, and more hands demanded shaking, but all the shouts, the official-looking people, it all brought on memories that I tried hard to block out. Eventually I shouted, "OUT! EVERYONE OUT OR-" I didn't even have to finish the threat- all the reporters had fled, leaving me smirking, 'mom' smiling broadly, Kevin glaring, Fang just entering, and Jeb staring at me with an odd expression.

"Ah, Max," Jeb said silkily. "I've been so worried. Just imagine the law suite that would've followed your disappearance! It would've been a disaster!"

"For you Jeb. Not me. I'd just be dandy, while you'd have to go running around, trying to find your little experiment." Oh. Oops.

His eyes seemed to be made of ice, his face from stone, carefully chiseled into a confused, but polite expression. "Excuse me? Experiment? No, no. We take the best of care to our foster children."

I rolled my eyes, glad to see that Kevin had left, and Rose was staring at me, having tuned out Jeb, and was memorizing my face. "Bye, bye, Jeb."

He glared at me, and stalked out, making em smirk. I turned to Fang and Rose, just in time to find Fang in my face, uh, kissing me. Again. When he pulled back, and we were both gasping for air, Rose looked at us quizzically.

"So are you two together?" she asked.

Fang grinned, and turned to me. "Are we?"

Wait- was he asking me out? "No," I said, widening my eyes in shock of what I had said, and sprinting for the door, though not in time to block out Fang's expression; full of hurt and pain. Shoot, I thought.

What an excellent ending to an excellent day.

The first thing I though when I had this idea was, "REJECTED! !