*I still don't own anything but here's a fun chapter of Faxness for you guys! There some making out so you might not want to read if you're sweet and innocent. Like me ^_^*

I woke up to hear the alarm screeching next to our night stand."Our" night stand. How weird is that? Fang ripped it out of the wall and threw it across the room without even opening his

eyes. We were entwined together again, or legs twisted around each other. I untangled myself until Fang grabbed me tighter. He must have felt me squirming. "I'm going to take a shower

and get ready." I whispered. He loosened up some, letting me go, but I was pretty sure he was dreaming. I started the shower and sang my favorite songs from the night before. Do I

normally sing in the shower? No, but Fang was asleep and there were no other bird kids with super sensitive hearing around either. I figured I could get away with it. As I opened the door

I felt all the steam leaving the room when I smacked into something hard and solid. Fang, of course. "In 14 years, I don't think I've ever heard you sing before now." He said with a

smirk."Ugh!" I hid my face in embarrassment. "No, it was cute." He chuckled, rubbing my shoulders. Notice he didn't say it was good. Cute, but not good. I may be a kick-butt leader, but a

kick-butt first soprano? Not so much.

I stood next to Fang at the sink as we both brushed our teeth, our wings touching. I looked at Fang, not realizing how big he had gotten. He was towering over me without question now.

He wasn't as lanky as he used to be either. He was still really skinny, especially compared with his height, but he was a little more muscular now. He looked like someone you didn't want

to pick a fight with, unless you were me. I could still take him. I hoped. "What are you staring at?" He asked with an annoying smirk. He knew exactly what I was staring at. Him. I blushed

and turned around so he couldn't see my face. "I used to do that all the time and you never even noticed." I heard him whisper behind me. I turned around just to be facing his chest

again. He hadn't put on a shirt, so I was still distracted. I felt hormones getting the better of me. My arms grasped his neck, pulling me up to him while his arms found my waist. I felt my

knees land on the bed with Fang underneath me. I felt my hands in his hair and his hands firmly grasping my waist…hopefully helping me stay in control because I was not thinking clearly

AT ALL. I used every bit of self control I had and pulled myself apart, beginning to finally breathe again. "I'm sorry." I muttered but it was useless. Our lips met again and all attempts of

being responsible went out the window. We latched onto each other again…what was the phrase? Like glue, that's right. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. This is why

hormonal teenagers didn't normally live together, no matter how responsible they might be. I felt Fang pull away from me and look at me intently. "Max, I…" He had that look again, like he

wanted to say something, but just couldn't spit it out. I heard him sigh out loud from frustration. He ran his hand through his hair. "I'll be out in a few minutes." He told me, getting up and

heading for the bathroom.