A/N: So. How is all? I'm kind of depressed, because so many people are haters... but that's life, right?

Oh, yeah. My brother is a douche. And I would think that even if he wasn't my brother, too, and you would too, if you ever met him.

Song of the Week: Mess by Get Scared.

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Recap:

So we were driving in complete silence, when we heard this weird noise that, obviously, came from the engine.

"Oh, shit."

I looked at Fang with a glare as he pulled over, sighing. "What do you mean, 'oh, shit'? What was that?" I demanded, refusing to expect the worst.

"I'm gonna check!" Fang snapped at me, popping the hood before getting out. He stayed out there for about five minutes before getting back in with a grim look on his face. "Well, Max Martinez," he said dryly, "looks like we'll be stuck in the middle of nowhere for a while."

Sparks Fly, Then They Burn

Chapter Fourteen

"What?"

Fang laid his head back and sighed. "You heard me. We'll be stuck out here for a while."

I tried to process what he was saying, but pure rage just kept getting in the way. "What the fuck is wrong with this shitty car of yours? Why don't you just call a fucking tow truck or something? You idiot! This is all your fault!"

Fang looked at me calmly. "You're over-using the word 'fuck.' And shut up while I call the tow truck."

Unbelievable, I though, sitting back, bewildered. "Well, then."

So Fang called the tow truck and I sat there, hating my life for a moment. I mean, I get myself into so many situations just by trying to better myself. I'm going to be a movie star. I need to be a people person. So why can't I just… do good, instead of messing everything up?

Fang snapped his phone shut and looked at me. "Their shop is closed. We have to call back in about an hour. There's no telling when we'll get towed back."

I didn't respond.

Fang sighed, and reached over me, unlocking the glove compartment. When he opened, I saw the marvelous caramel color of whiskey, a bottle of Jack Daniels sitting calmly in the glove compartment. "I keep this in here for emergencies," Fang explained, grabbing it out. "This seems to be one, because we're gonna be bored as hell if we don't do something."

Fang opened it up and offered it to me. "Ladies first?"

Cautiously, I took the bottle from him, eyeing him. "Thanks." I took a swig, the whiskey burning my throat, yet tasting good at the same time. A whiskey has to be pretty damn smooth to be able to drink it straight.

So we sat there, for a while, each taking turns with taking a swig of Jack. "This is so easy, right now," I sighed, looking at the whiskey.

Fang didn't look at me. "And what isn't? I thought Max the Amazing could handle anything."

I snorted. "Yeah. More like Max the Failure."

"Don't say that." He grabbed the whiskey away from me, wrinkling his nose as he took a big gulp. "It doesn't seem like you're a failure. I mean, you got a pretty good thing going for ya right now."

"But I am. I mean, I'm a college drop out. I used to practically depend on Nudge to bring home all the food and rent money. I couldn't stand living with my mom any longer, the way she'd always mutter that she wished I was like Ella, or Maya, even." I shook my head. "I wish she could see me now. I haven't even told her yet, you know. About the movie. She may act like a nice mom, sending me cookies and calling me up every once and a while, but she knows I'm a failure. She just doesn't wanna admit it to herself or anybody else."

"At least your mom was there. It was always just me and Iggy against the world, living with our uncle, who could really care less about us. We were just money from the government every month," he told me, taking another swig and then offering the bottle to me. "But Iggy and I made a pretty damn good life for ourselves. I mean, it may seem like we take it for granted, but we're pretty grateful."

"Do you think you're Maya's baby daddy?" I blurted, lolling my head against the headrest. "I mean, do you think that you're the father of her baby?" This has really been bothering me.

Fang let out a long sigh, and I took it as an opportunity to take another drink of the whiskey, which was dangerously close to being almost gone. "I honestly don't know, Max. But you know that I'll be there for both Maya and the baby if it is, right? Iggy doesn't have faith that I will. Iggy and I have really grown apart lately. Tell me that you believe me."

His eyes bored into mine, and I found sincerity, which would've shocked me if I wasn't drunk. "Yeah." I nodded, handing him the bottle. "Yeah, I believe you."

He closed his eyes. "Thanks."

"I admire you for it, too. I'm not even the mom or anything, but I definitely won't be there for Maya, really," I said, sighing. "I mean, Maya and I used to be really close, but we grew apart after she got her big break. She became a real bitch."

"You're a bitch, though."

"Not to everybody," I scoffed defensively. "Only to the people who deserved it, ya know? Like you. Believe me, you deserved it."

"I'm sorry." He said it suddenly and I was shocked even though I was drunk.

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

He looked at me. "Sorry for being such a douchebag. A jerkwad. An asshole. A dickhead. And so on."

I sat back again, and shrugged. "Well, in return, I'm sorry for being a bitch, a duchette, a… whatever."

"Look at us, being all mature," he mused, taking a swig. "Thanks."

"Ditto."

So we sat there for a while, in the dark. "Hey, Fang?" I said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I had a dream about you today."

He chuckled. "And what was it about? That I was your lover or something?"

"Shut up. And no. We had wings, and we were flying together… but then I got shot." I shifted uncomfortably. "I think it might mean something, but I don't know what."

"That actually sounds familiar," he agreed. "I don't know why, but it does."

"I felt incredibly alone as I fell," I admitted to him, not looking at him. "While I was falling, which was a very short time, I realized that… I haven't really been happy in a while. That, even though so many people surround me, I always feel alone. Always."

Suddenly, Fang turned my head, leaning over the console, and kissed me.

A/N 2: CANNOT WAIT TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER. .