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I was bored.

Incredibly, indescribably, unbelievably bored. There was no other way to describe how I was feeling at that point in time. Lying on the sofa, flicking through the television channels and being alone and generally just... bored. It was odd how alien this felt to me. I had spent an entire life time on this sofa with the remote in my hand, waiting for Jeb to get back from work with food.

But this was different. I couldn't help letting myself think of what I could be doing at this moment.

I should probably take a break in this oh-poor-me-I'm-so-pathetic-don't-you-feel-sorry-for-me rant, because frankly, you shouldn't feel as sorry for me as you should for the cat. He was burdening most of the anger radiating off me. Already I had showered him with lucozade and followed that up with some bread crumbs... although that was his fault for blocking my view of the television.

"Max?"

I hadn't even heard the front door open, but there was Jeb, wearing his usual dishevelled clothing, with an overused plastic bag attached to his left hand. I sat up on the sofa quickly, accidentally dropping the remote onto the cat's head.

"What have you done to Daniel?"

I stared at him. "Daniel."

Jeb's mouth quirked up at one side. "The cat, Maximum."

I glanced down at the feline at my feet. He was orange, covered with bread crumbs, and looking pretty pathetically injured after the remote-on-head incident. I almost felt bad for not knowing he had a name...

"Well anyway, I have some stuff to eat." He opened the plastic bag and took out a packet of Jaffa Cakes, throwing them deftly into my lap. "How was your day?"

I sighed.

"Hmm." Jeb came and sat on the arm of the sofa. "Doesn't sound too promising."

I lifted my shoulder in a half hearted shrug.

I felt an arm come around me and pull me against a woollen chest. I stayed frigid for a few moments, having a mental war with myself as to whether this could possibly be the Jeb I knew, the father who was never really a father, the man who never gave me hugs. But eventually, the need for human contact got the better of me, and I relaxed against him.

"Maybe it was my fault for letting you go over there in the first place."

"No!" I pushed against him slightly so I could look into his face. "No, it wasn't.

Jeb frowned. "But you clearly didn't have such a great time."

I sighed and played with the frayed edge of his jumper. "I did. It wasn't that. I just... I don't really... you know. I don't get it."

He looked at me, his identical brown eyes holding mine. "There must be a reason."

There was. I had considered this for the whole, boring day. Fang had kicked me out without even bothering to do it face to face... and this was after we shared a kiss at the party. And after I managed to find myself in his bed in the morning. He was embarrassed. He didn't want things to go like this, he didn't see me in that way.

Well I didn't see him in that way either. Obviously.

But despite everything, I had to admit to myself that I was upset. I had enjoyed Fang's company, I liked meeting his friends, I loved Aunt Val and even Lissa provided some sought out entertainment. I wanted to be back there, part of the family again.

Jeb squeezed my shoulder. "I'm sure it'll all work out. If ever you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I know I'm busy most of the time... but I haven't been a great Dad, have I? And that's not fair."

I could hardly believe my ears.

"So I want to make it up to you."

Dear God.

"Dinner tomorrow at that nice restaurant around the corner?"

I felt a grin work its way onto my face. "I'd love to."

He smiled back at me. "Great."

Our little father-daughter bonding time was shattered when the doorbell began to ring. It appeared that in my absence, either Jeb or the cat... I mean, Daniel... had done something to it. It rang, then broke off, then rang again... and it had become suspiciously lower pitched.

I gave Jeb a meaningful look. "I'll get it."

I walked to the door, my legs still stiff from not moving for the entire day. I reached the door and raised myself up on tip-toes so I could peer through the peep-hole.

And wo-behold, my now archenemy slash fake brother slash handsome idiot slash total jerk. Standing at the door. Hands in his pockets. Black hair as black and run-throughable as always.

I was in my room with the door locked in less than ten seconds.

"Max!"

"I DO NOT EXIST!"

Jeb was silent for a few moments, before I heard the sound of the locks being pulled back, and the low buzz of them talking to each other. I pressed my ear to the door, trying to catch anything they said.

Five minutes later, the door banged closed, and thank God I didn't hear Fang's voice.

At least I convinced myself I was relieved. Somehow I wasn't so sure anymore.

I slumped against my door, knotting my fingers together and trying to organise my jumbled thoughts into something actually coherent. So Fang had come. He had come to my house, to talk to me. Unless he wanted to speak to Jeb, which was totally unlikely. He might have wanted to talk to the cat. Daniel, that is. But if he had come... and he wanted to talk to me... then he couldn't be mad, right? Maybe he wanted to ask me to come back. Maybe... maybe he never wanted me to leave in the first place.

Fat chance. Cause Aunt Val, my best friends, and Iggy would all lie to me.

I sighed.

I heard a tapping sound.

Oh, you cannot be serious.

Surely he wasn't throwing stones at my window?

I picked up a tennis racket on my floor and approached the window.

Instead of being greeted with some stones, however, I was met with a face. A stupid grinning face of a black haired boy who had somehow managed to get to my window. For some reason or another, I felt that I would prefer the stones.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed. His grin widened.

"Hey there."

"Don't you hey there me." I waved the tennis racket threateningly. "How did you get up here, anyway?"

Fang lowered his head and I saw the gentle shake of his shoulders as he laughed. I resisted the urge to whack him across the head with my racket.

"You're bedroom is on the first floor, and there's some crate thing down here to stand on. You might want to consider an alarm or something. It's not that safe."

"Shut up." I was pretty sure I was red in the face by now. "Go away."

"No."

I was horrified to see him grip my windowsill, trying to push himself upwards. I smacked his hands with my racket.

"Ow!"

"Get away from my window!"

He glared at me. "I need to talk to you, dumbass."

"Frankly, you need to piss off."

Fang sighed. "Max, seriously. This is not a comfortable position."

"I'll put you in an even more uncomfortable position if you don't remove yourself from my premises in the next ten seconds."

"Max-"

"Ten."

"I'm not even-"

"Nine."

"This is not fun-"

"Eight."

"I will-"

"Seven."

"Well then-"

"Si- FANG, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

He was in my room. Somehow or another, the idiot had shoved me aside and launched himself through my window, falling hard against the floor. He sat up slowly, rubbing his neck, while I stood over him brandishing my tennis racket.

"I am going to murder you." I whispered fiercely.

He looked up at me, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He pushed it away before standing up, taking hold of the end of my racket so I couldn't hit him with it. I shook it around furiously, trying to get him to release his grip.

"Listen to me."

I had never heard him sound so serious. That's probably why I stopped. And I glared. And I guess, since I'm such a wonderful person, I listened.

But first...

"Did you want to send me away?" What? He had to listen to me too.

Fang's mouth tightened slightly. "Yeah."

That was all I needed to know. "Okay. Fine. I think you should leave now."

"Max, wait-"

I began to push him back towards the window.

"Max."

"What?"

"Listen."

"No!"

"Max."

"Oh, alright. Hurry up."

Fang sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "We both know things were getting a bit out of hand. I couldn't... it was hard for me to deal with it all."

"Oh, it was hard for you." I said bitterly. "Well, you are not the one who had to deal with a total douche for a host."

"I get that-"

"And you're not the one who was sent out of the house they were staying at, doing their douche of a host a favour."

"Yeah, about that-"

"And you definitely did not have to deal with a total bitch staying at the house and treating the douche of a host like a freaking God!"

Next thing I knew, I was pressed against the cold wall with Fang's hands pinning my shoulders down so that I couldn't move. I didn't bother questioning his strength, and settled for glaring at him instead.

"Max. Shut up for a minute, alright?"

I continued to glare.

Fang sighed and lowered his head slightly. "After everything, did you really think I'd want you as my sister anymore?"

"Why wouldn't you?" I squealed. "So I messed up your room a bit and had a party at your house and forced you to make cookies, but that doesn't mean-"

He clamped his hand over my mouth. I spat on it.

"For Christ's sake, do you ever shut up?" He wiped his hand down on the back of his jeans. "I couldn't be your brother... fake or not. I couldn't pretend to be... that."

I stayed silent, refusing to meet his insistent gaze.

"Max." His voice was gentle now. I glanced at him.

And there he was. Fang. My ex-fake-brother. Really damn close to my face, his dark eyes glittering slightly, his hair falling messily over his forehead, his mouth tugging up at one side... and his breath washing over my face. I felt my lips part slightly. His face moved closer towards mine, and I revelled in the feel of his lean body against mine, that feel that I had missed in only one day... before his hands slid down my arms, brushing against my skin to give me goose pimples, and then... he kissed me.

And all I could think was... at last, you jerk.

My mouth melded against Fang's perfectly, and his hands tugged me slightly closer to him. I lifted my arms up to slide my fingers through his hair and grip it.

A moment later, I was shoving his head away from me.

"And there you go..." I struggled to say between heavy breaths. "You kiss me... and I'm just... plain confused... and then there's... Lissa..."

Fang gripped my shoulders again, his eyes boring into my own. "Shut up."

I swallowed.

And he kissed me again, warmth flooding my entire body, filling me with an incredible joy. Because this is what I had been wanting the whole time. I had wanted Fang. Despite the fact that he was an asshole and pretty confusing...

I was just too damn glad that I wasn't really his sister.

Because that... would be awkward.

FINAL CHAPTER

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