Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I've been packing and getting stuff organised. I'll try really hard to get you another chapter for tomorrow before I go. Thanks for the reviews once again, even if I do sound like a broken record. 76, it makes me so happy.

I don't own MR, as if you thought I did.

Max POV

Urgh, why had I agreed to do this? Like, seriously, why? I thought I liked Fang, didn't I? So why was I letting Ella attack me with make-up and things that are far too hot for human hair, ready to go out on a date with Dylan? And I wasn't even sure if Fang looked upset when I told him or not, he just had that annoying blank expression of his. Even his eyes were unreadable. I tried to tell myself that there had been something there, but I couldn't convince myself. And why am I even worrying? I chose to go out with Dylan, I should not be getting ready, and thinking about Fang the whole time, that was just wrong. I should not be thinking of Fang at all. He obviously doesn't like me.

Dylan picked me up in his shiny porche that his Daddy had brought him, urgh, even I wouldn't drive something that flash, if I was old enough to actually drive that is. (age is 17 in England)

He took me to see some really really lame zombie film that was supposed to be "scary", but honestly, it looked like a film about bunnies next to what me and Fang watched when I'd fallen asleep….STOP! Stop thinking about Fang on your date with Dylan. Especially that night. That night when I'd been pressed up so close against him, I could feel all the muscles in his body flex at a jumpy part, and so close I could smell his sweet Fang smell. STOP STOP STOP!

So yeah, the date was going well, but seriously Dylan was…clingy. Like, he put his arm round me not-so-subtly the first chance he got, and trust me that was only about, oh still during the previews before the film. But his hand wouldn't stay there, oh no, it had to wonder, squeeze my arm, stroke my hair, very touchy feely and at some point later in the film, he tried to make it wander further down my chest, until I slapped it away so hard I think everyone in the cinema heard it, and jerked his arm off my shoulders, glaring at me. He mimed an "I'm sorry" look, and went to replace his arm. Asshole.

I walked off after that. I couldn't be bothered to wait around if he was going to be such a jerk, and besides, the film really did suck. Sighing, I pulled out my mobile phone and dialled Iggy's number for a lift home.

Fang POV

Stupid Dylan getting in the stupid way. I was all ready to tell Max at last, finally, but noo, I had to go and be stupid and ask her about it, and she just had to agree to go on a stupid date with him. Well, I hoped they had no fun. NO. No I didn't, I mean, yeah, I want Max to myself, but I want her to be happy even more. And even if that happiness has to arrive in a way that makes me miserable, I should focus on that, and not will this misery onto her as well. I mean, she obviously doesn't feel the same way about me as I do her.

And so here I am on a Friday night, bored and in all alone, because even Nudge and Iggy have better things to do that me. Iggy had the decency to ask Ella out before it was too late, so they were off enjoying a nice romantic meal together, and Nudge got asked out on her first day back at school. Sweet. Just me all on my own. Man, this sucks.

Well, I thought I was all on my own anyway. After sitting powering out some angry numbers on my guitar in the garden, merrily thinking no one could hear me, Angel crept up from behind the hedge. Bless her, I'd always had a soft spot for her, with her little cherubic face, so I couldn't be mad at her for creeping up on me.

I laid my guitar down next to me and she came and sat on my lap.

"Why did you let her go?" She asked in her small voice, her big blue eyes staring up at me.

"Let who go Ange?" I could see where this was headed, but she's far too young to be interfering.

"Max. She doesn't belong with that silly show off boy with the horrible expensive car. You and her obviously love each other, Mommy thinks so too."

Wow, where was this coming from?

"I know Angel, but there's nothing I can do about it ok? Max wanted to go, and I want her to be happy. Things are complicated." I explained, not expecting her to grasp it, but she sat there looking thoughtful for a minute.

"It shouldn't be. She'll realise soon. But you need to tell her how you feel. You and her are both too blind to see that you're crazy for each other. Please tell her, for me?"

I stared at her in shock, it was a little more complicated than that. What if she had a great time with the jerk? Then what would I say? Shouldn't she be happy?

Iggy POV

My phone started ringing, just as me and Ella were leaving the restaurant, and the caller ID showed that it was Max calling, that was weird, wasn't she out on her date? I motioned to Ella to hold on a moment and answered.

"Hey Max, what's up?"

"Hey Ig, are you and Ella done yet?"

"With the meal, yeah, why?"

"Could you pick me up from the cinema on your way home please?"

"Sure, what's happened?"

"Nothing. It just didn't work."

"Ok, we're on our way Max," I replied, hanging up the phone, and smiling to myself, things were looking ok. I was worried she'd enjoy the date, but Fang had looked so down before I left…Those two needed to be together, they just couldn't see it themselves yet.

"Why are we picking Max up?" Ella asked beside me, as we slid into the car, and I squeezed her hand.

"Date didn't go well," I smiled, and she grinned a mischievous grin back at me.

"Now we just have to convince her that Fang's the one she's meant to be with."

Ella POV

I was almost sorry that Max had had a sucky evening, especially when I saw the look on her face as we picked her up, but it was such good news for her and Fang, and now was the perfect opportunity to do some meddling before it was too late, she never even realised how much attention the guys at school paid her, and it wouldn't be long before the next offer opened up.

"Hey Max, bad night?" I asked, turning to look at her over my shoulder and attempting to give her a sympathetic look.

"He's a jerk," she sighed, staring out the window. Oh man, ok, I do feel a little sorry, she doesn't deserve to be treated bad by a jerk, I'd work out a way to punish him when I saw him next.

"Forget about him, he was never right for you anyway Max. He's always been a jerk." She looked unconvinced by my speech. "You and Fang suit each other much better," I slipped in snidely, and turned back to face the front to avoid her gaze.

To my surprise, there was no usual snide comment back, just silence, as if she was actually considering what I'd said, or she was asleep. I snuck a glance, no she was thoughtful.

"He doesn't like me," She eventually whispered so quietly, I wasn't even sure I'd heard it, but I glanced at Iggy, and his look confirmed it, as he urged me to speak up.

"Max, you're so wrong there sis. I've never seen anyone stare that lovingly at any girl before, (except maybe Iggy to me)," I slipped in the last part quietly at the end. There wasn't time to say anything else though, because we'd just pulled up outside the house, and Max climbed out so that me and Iggy could say goodnight. I just hoped that she'd believe me, and think about what I'd said.