Fangs PoV

I didn't sleep again, but not because of nightmares. I couldn't get Max out of my head. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Whats wrong with me? I can't get the image of her out of my mind. I looked at the clock. 6:30. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head. I wonder how many nights you have to go without sleep before you go insane. Or die. Either one. I think you die if you go ten nights without sleep. Based on the past few nights, that's a very real possibility. I wonder if I should be concerned? Nah. Not yet. I'll start worrying at the ninth night.

At 7 AM, I heard music start coming from Maxs room. She's always listening to music. Rock music. The music that I like. Usually she keeps it quiet enough that I can't hear the words, just the beat and a little guitar. But this morning she has it cranked up so loud I can hear that it's one of my favorite songs. Pain by Three Days Grace. I wonder why it's so loud this morning?

Maxs PoV

As soon as I woke up, my mind was flooded with thoughts of Fang. I buried my face into my pillows. Why was my brain choosing to torture me now? I had never had this problem before with anyone! Why this random person? I flipped on my music, cranking it up louder than normal, in an attempt to make the thoughts go away. It didn't work too well. I was about to bang my head against the freaking wall. Would getting a concussion somehow alter my anatomy so that I don't have these thoughts? In a perfect world, I suppose.

"Max! Turn your music down!" Iggy yelled from the room next to mine, sounding irritated. I lowered the volume until it was at its usual. "Happy?" I shouted back. "Very!" I rolled my eyes at his answer before flopping back down on my bed. A little while later, Iggy knocked on my door. "I'm making breakfast Max." he called. "Ok, I'll be down in a minute." I said back. Then I did something I almost never did: I brushed my hair. I know, crazy huh? I usually kept it clean, but didn't bother brushing it. But this morning I did. Then I went upstairs to get Fang.

What? He hadn't eaten in two days and he wouldn't if someone didn't prompt him. I knocked lightly on the door, but got no response. "Fang? It's Max." Now he opened it, and I couldn't help muttering, "Woah." And not in a good way. He was really pale and had deep shadows under his eyes. He was practically shaking. "Come on." I said. "Iggy's making breakfast." He started to shake his head, but I grabbed his jacket clad wrist. "You need to eat, and you are going to." I hissed at him before dragging him down the stairs. "You haven't been sleeping either, have you?" I whispered to him on the way downstairs. He just shook his head. I sighed mentally.

See, we all try to eat breakfast and dinner together at least every few days so we don't turn into a bunch of lonely crazy kids. And since he's the only one who can cook around here, Iggy makes the food. When I got Fang to the table, it was already laden with waffles, pancakes, sausages, bacon, etc. And the best part? We were the first ones down. "Sweet, we get first pick!" I said happily, and I saw Fangs lip barely twitch a little, which is the closest to smiling he's gotten so far. We both sat down at the table, and I made sure Fang filled his plate before I dug into mine. I eat like a trucker. Fang eventually started eating too, just as Iggy sat down at the table. There was a few minutes of silence as Iggy got his own food. Then, "Fang?" "Yeah." "You're the one Nudge was freaking out about yesterday, aren't you?"

Fang froze, and I mentally stabbed Iggy with my fork. After Fang didn't respond, Iggy prompted, "Well?" "Yes." Fang said, barely above a whisper. I could practically feel Fang cringing beside me, obviously waiting for Iggy to get angry with him. Instead, Iggy said, "I'm sorry. Don't feel bad about it, she'll get used to you after a while." Fang blinked. "Thanks." He muttered. Iggy smiled at him, just as the others tramped downstairs. Nudge immediately sat next to Iggy, and Gazzy and Angel at on either side of them.

About halfway through breakfast, Angel just had to open her mouth. "Why do you wear that jacket all the time Fang?" she asked 'innocently'. "Don't you get hot?" Fang just looked at her until she fidgeted and broke eye contact. After that, I knew Fang wanted to leave. But through sharp glances and kicks to the shins, I made him eat all his food. By then I was also done with my food, so we left the table together. He was going to go back upstairs to his room, but I didn't want him to. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Do you wanna hang out in my room with me?"

He turned and gave me a searching look. I wanted to kick myself. He'd probably prefer staying in his room all alone than hanging out with my bitchy self. Much to my surprise, his lip twitched again and he nodded. I blinked. "You seem surprised." He said quietly. "No." I said quickly, shaking my head. "I just didn't think you'd want to." "Why? Because I'm a freaky loner?" His face was completely flat, but I could see the look in his eyes. "No. Because im a scary psycho bitch. Anyway, let's just go." His eyes narrowed, and he obviously wanted to say something, but he let it go.

When we got into my room, he glanced around, letting his gaze linger on the wall behind my bed for a moment. Then he looked at me. "What do you use to play your music?" he asked, surprising me yet again. I pointed to the bedside table where my iphone was, the only thing I got from my parents I kept. "It's the only thing I use it for." Really, what else would I use it for? He picked it up and scrolled through the songs until he found one he liked. To my third surprise in the last 5 minutes, Pain started playing. "You like Three Days Grace?" I asked. He nodded at me, and I couldn't help smiling.

(A/N I know, i know. It sucks. Completely. Im sorry.

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