Ok, so here's the 12th chapter. this was supposed to be posted a couple days ago but i've had some objects in the way. so no more delays, enjoy.

"Yes, it is!" I started screaming. "You have other important people that you can go fuck at any moment! How 'bout Lissa or-" sad thing was I was never able to say the other name because at that moment my mouth had something pressed onto it. Something warm and soft, but yet firm. Then it dawned on my, Fang's lips. He was kissing me.

His lips slowly moved against mine. I was really confused but some part of me made me want to kissed him back, so I did. I let my eyelids flutter close over my eyes. He had his hands on my cheeks; I had mine on his shoulders. He tilted his head to the side, and I, for some reason, didn't take it as an opportunity to break apart. It was sweet and tender, some part of me never wanted it to end, but the other was shocked. I felt his lips brushing against mine then closing in again, it felt like he was teasing me. The whole while his thumbs rubbed circles on my cheekbones. (A/N: I couldn't help but write the part of the circles) After about a minute we had to break apart for air, I never looked up at him. As I looked down on the ground I bit down on my lip to keep myself from blurting something totally wrong out. Like what was going through my mind: awkward. He cleared his throat and I snuck a peak at him. His cheeks were slightly redder and he looked, embarrassed, I think.

He cleared his throat once more to get my attention. I looked at him, I tried to get my face into a cool passive mask, but the only thing I got was wide eye-d shock.

He started his explanation, "Umm, it's that you just wouldn't shut up so…"

Was he saying that he kissed me only to make me shut up? "Yeah I totally understand, you just kissed me so I wouldn't keep yelling out," what the hell, I don't understand, why did I say that?

"Exactly, I just didn't want the younger ones to hear your, umm, vocabulary," he offered.

I nodded fervently at him, as if I totally agreed with him.

"Let's just, let's just pretend this never happened," I told him.

"Yes, of course, never happened," he stuttered.

I bit my lip once more and looked down at the ground.

"Fang, I'm sorry I told you that stuff," I apologized.

"I thought we were pretending that never happened," he said, a side of his mouth went up.

I smiled at him, "Thanks," but then felt uncomfortable so I looked down at the ground once more.

"So…" I heard Fang say.

"I'm just going to go back into my room," I said, pointing out the door.

Fang just nodded at me. I walked out the door but turned around to tell him once last thing.

"Fang, sorry," before he could say anything else I disappeared into my room.

Fang POV

"At least I didn't give my phone number to a complete stranger who, for all we know, could've been in contact with the guy that molested you!" I yelled at her. I instantly bit down on my tongue. I could not believe I had just said that to Max, I wanted to take it all back. She gasped and looked at me with, hurt, shock, and something else that was hidden beneath.

She slowly slid down the wall, unaware. It wasn't till she was at the bottom that I saw a tear falling down her cheek. I wanted to go over there and wipe it away, tell her I was sorry.

She rapped her arms around her legs and let her forehead rest on knees. She started crying silently and it was all I could do not to go over and hug her, it would show my true feelings and I wasn't ready for that, heck even she wasn't ready for that. It wasn't until she started sobbing that I couldn't take it anymore. I was such a bastard for making this beautiful angel cry. (A/N: don't say those things Fang) I rushed towards her and put my arms around her shoulders.

"Max I'm sorry, I really am," I breathed into her hair. I felt her shiver slightly.

She moaned something then put her hands on my chest, after a while, I felt her push at me; I took the message and stood up, a few feet away from her.

"No you aren't Fang," her voice was slightly shaky, but she had been crying. "You're just saying that so I won't go into another depression again and have the flock blame you," I was surprised at her conclusion. I would never be like that.

"That isn't true Max," I whispered.

"Yes, it is!" she screamed at me. "You have other important people that you can go fuck at any moment! How 'bout Lissa or-" Did she actually think that of me? Couldn't she see that it was her I liked. I immediately stood next to her and on impulse kissed her. I could tell she was surprised at this, so was I. Her eyes closed and I felt her eyelashes brush close against my skin, just like a feather. I've always want to kiss her without having her run away, don't tell her that though.

I put my hands on both her cheeks, softly rubbing my fingers against her skin, and after a moment I felt her hands on my shoulders. I moved my head to the other direction. I pulled away slightly so that my lips were hovering over hers, then I put them back. I kept kissing her slowly and sweetly; I didn't want to scare her off. We had been kissing for about a minute when air was needed. I hesitantly broke away from her, and took a step back. She looked down at the ground, not meeting my gaze. This was going to have to be explained. I cleared my throat once, like when you do something totally unexpected and the other person is shocked. There was an awkward silence; I cleared my throat once more, this time to get her attention. She looked up at me; her eyes were wide in shock. I was going to tell her how I truly felt about her but some part of me wouldn't let me.

"Umm, it's just that you wouldn't shut up," I explained. That was half-way true.

"Yeah, I totally understand. You just kissed me so I wouldn't keep yelling out," she said.

"Exactly," I said, "I didn't want the younger ones to hear your, umm, vocabulary."

She nodded, I think she wanted to look like she was agreeing with me but something told me she hadn't been fooled.

"Let's just, let's just pretend this never happened," she said.

"Yes, of course, never happened," God did I stutter?

She bit down on her lip before looking down at the ground. I groaned inwardly, didn't she know that her lips looked irresistible when she did that; probably not, otherwise she wouldn't do it.

"Fang," I heard her say, bringing me back to earth, "I'm sorry I told you that stuff," she said.

"I thought we were pretending it never happened," I joked, smiling slightly.

"Thanks," she said before smiling at me. I groaned inwardly again, she always looked beautiful while smiling. As if hearing my thoughts she looked down at the ground, her hair covering her face.

"So…" I said trying to make a conversation.

"I'm just going to go back into my room," she said, looking up at me.

I just nodded as I headed to my computer. I saw her turn around in the doorway so I looked up at her.

"Fang, sorry," before I could respond she was already to far away to hear.

I got up and shut the door. I forgot about the computer and went to flop down on the bed instead.

Why? Why? Why was I such a coward and hadn't told Max how I feel about her? I put a pillow over my head and groaned out loud. I sighed, got up, and walked to my computer, but not before I made sure my bedroom door was locked. Once at my computer, I went to where I had all my pictures and started scrolling down through them. I had a folder with all my favorites. I clicked on the link and on a different window they were opened up. All my favorites were mostly taken at the beach. I only had four pictures in the folder.

There was one of Iggy, Nudge, and The Gasman tickling Angel. She looked really adorable, even for a little red faced kid being tickled to her death. I was taking the photo; Max could be seen in the background, picking something up from the ground. Even though she wasn't in the center of the picture she was what my eyes immediately saw first. The way the sunlight gave her a certain glow and the wind blew at her hair, she looked stunning. But of course she didn't think so; she thought that the light gave her face an unhealthy glow and that the wind blew her hair in a weird way.

The next was of taken by Max. Guess who had been the one posing. If you guessed me then yes; Max had gotten a new camera for her birthday and was taking pictures of everything she could; including me. She had me against a wall with my jacket on. The hood was pulled over my head and my hair was covering my right eye, the only eye that would have been able to show. I had my hands in the pockets and I was looking down at the ground. It was one of the only pictures I've taken and I do look good.

There was another one of Iggy sleeping. What so wrong about this one you might ask. Well, the first night we got this house the younger ones were slightly scared so we had this sleep over, I guess you could call it. We were all in the living room watching movies, eating pop corn, doing all the sleep over things when Iggy fell asleep, and even after some tickling and blowing on his face, he didn't wake up. Angel and Nudge, of course, thought it would be funny to cover his face with make up. I don't mean just lip gloss and eye shadow, I mean, foundation, blush, something you put under your eyes to make dark marks disappear, lip stick, multiple eye shadows, mascara, and all that stuff. I only know this because they were giving Max a lesson on how to apply her make up, she just snorted at the idea. Well, before he woke up I took a picture so that I have something to black mail him with, just like blood related brothers would.

The last one is of Max. I was bored so I was taking pictures of random stuff when Max comes in from being tortured by Angel and Nudge by having to be their life size Barbie, to scold me. I told her to let me take a picture of her for a 'incase you die we'll only be able to remember you by this' and to say cheese. She rolled her eyes and posed for the camera. She had put her hands on her hips and smiled. I kept teasing her about how her hair was sticking up in parts and that there was a smear on her make up and that she looked shorter on film, all of it false of course. She snatched the camera away from me and I haven't been able to take a photograph of her since. Sigh.

Max POV

I laid back on my bed, thinking about what had happened.

I knew for a fact that he hadn't kissed me to shut me up. Right? Subconsciously my fingers trailed up to my lips and brushed gingerly against them. Ugh. I am so confused. Why do all of Fang's kisses leave my like this? And why had I gone along with the kiss instead of stopping it? Had I liked it? That was easy, I had. The way his lips moved reassuringly against mine. How his fingers rubbing circles on my cheeks had felt pleasant. How his lips tasted like- Bad Max I scolded myself you aren't supposed to feel like this. What happened to all you brother-sister feelings you had for Fang? They all probably went down the drain when I kissed him at the beach. I mentally sighed. When I sat up the first thing to catch my eye was the clock. 7:12 PM. Damn it, Iggy was going to start serving dinner at any minute. I went into the kitchen and sure enough there was Nudge and Gazzy setting the plates. I washed my hands and helped set the silverware.

"So, what was that in Fang's room?" Iggy muttered under his breath, "I had to get the kids into a game with music to distract them, but Nudge knows."

I immediately blushed.

"Is it me or did it just get hotter," Iggy mentioned, curious.

"Uh, no it, it did get hotter," I stuttered.

Iggy snickered, "so something did happen."

I punched him in the arm, "no, nothing happen and go serve the food."

"What ever Miss. Something Obviously Happened," he said, getting out of my grasp.

I was putting down the last fork when I saw something move outside the window. I looked up but nothing was there, but I did notice Fang was slightly to its right. Hmm, he probably walked past it. He caught my gaze, looking concerned, but I just shrugged at him. Once Iggy had served us all enchiladas, this Mexican delicacy Mom had taught him, we all dug in. I was on my 6th enchilada when something else moved at the window. I kept looking at it, something was off. For one thing I was positive that there wasn't a bush under the window. I ate slowly contemplating what was going on; because something was definitely going on.

so, i hoped you liked it. i was emailing/typing to another fan fiction-er i guess. and realized that no matter how good stories are they have to end. i'm not saying that my story is great but it does have to end. i'm guess another five chapters and then it's over. (starts crying) (gets over it) so plz review and keep coming up with names for Iggy's new gf.