Fang looked at himself in the mirror. His overlong hair was in its usual place: a big piece covering part of his face, ect.. He was wearing a black shirt with a skull on it with black pants. His feet were fitted in black sneakers. He thought he looked fine.

His sister appeared in his doorway looking drunk.

"Where you going?" Cassie slurred.

Fang didn't answer. He grabbed his black jacket and walked past her.

"Hey, punk. I asked you where you were going!" Cassie yelled after him. Fang bit his lip, preventing any snide comments from escaping. Instead, he walked out the door and went next door. Max's mom greeted him and let him in.

"Max should be here any second," Dr. M said. "It is a long way from her house."

Angry at himself for making her walk, Fang said, "I think she'll be fine."

"So, what movie are you guys gonna see?" Angel asked, appearing from the kitchen.

Fang shrugged. "I guess either Twilight or Transformers 2."

Fang thought it was kind of embarrassing to have Max's mom drive them to the movie theater, but neither of them had a license. Fang would have taken Cassie's car, but it would have been putrid and gross. Max wouldn't even look at Jeb's car, so it left them with Dr. M.

Max arrived a little while later. She was dressed in nothing special: blue jeans, white sneakers. And...whoa. Fang blinked when he looked at the top Max was wearing. It was a black shirt, with one sleeve stopping at her shoulder while the other snaked down to her wrist. A white heart was plastered on the middle of the shirt. According to Fang, Max was gorgeous.

"Ooh, Max, that looks pretty," Angel said.

"Thanks." Max blushed. "Where's the Gasman?"

"He went over to his friend's house," Angel replied.

"You guys ready?" Dr. M asked, picking up her keys.

"Yeah," Fang and Max said simultaneously. They followed her outside and got in the car. As they backed out of the driveway, Max waved to Angel through the window.

A few minutes later, they arrived.

"Thanks again, mom," Max said, kissing her mom on the cheek.

"No, problem, honey. Oh, my baby going on her first date." Dr. M pressed a hand to her cheek.

Max's face went red. "Mom, Fang just didn't want to waste movie tickets," She said quietly. Fang nodded.

"I don't care. I wish I brought my camera with me." Dr. M sighed. "Well, call me when you're ready to go home, okay?"

"Okay, mom. Bye. Thanks." Max walked out of the car with Fang behind her. Dr. M drove away, leaving the two teenagers in front of the front entrance.

"What movie?" Fang said.

"I dunno." Max shrugged. "What movie tickets do you have?"

"What about Twilight?"

"Heck no."

"I thought most girls liked it..."

"Apparently, I don't."

"Sorry."

"What about Transformers 2?"

"Okay."

Fang searched the ticket for the time. "It says 9:00. Are you sure you don't want to see Twilight?" Dawn and him had planned on spending the whole day together, so they bought tickets for two movies. Twilight was one, the other was Transformers 2. They only got Twilight tickets because Dawn wanted to see it.

"Nine o'clock!" Max fumed. "It's freakin' four thirty!"

"Do you really want to see that movie?" Fang asked. If Max did, then he did.

"I guess...," Max trailed off uneasily.

"Are you hungry?" Fang asked.

"Starving."

"Didn't you eat before you came over?"

"Oh, sorry I don't plan ahead." Max glared.

"Okay, how about this: we'll go get something to eat, wander around, then come back at 9:00?" Fang said.

Max looked down. "If you want to see something else--"

"I don't," Fang said firmly. "Where do you wanna eat?"

"Anywhere," Max murmured.

"Okay." Fang took her hand and started walking.

"What are you doing?" Max tried to meet his eyes, but he avoided them.

"Walking," He said coolly.

"And holding my hand," Max said smugly.

"Okay, then." Fang removed his hand, but Max quickly grabbed it again.

"Never mind. I like your hand," She said.

"Uh huh. Or are you just scared of those hobos over there?" Fang gestured to some bums sitting against the wall, eyeing them hungrily.

"Both," Max admitted. "Ooh, can we eat at Pizza Hut?"

Fang smiled. "Yeah, sure." Max wasn't like a lot of girls. But, then again, not many had a strange childhood like hers.

A waitress came to get them. She gave them a seat near the window, which had a nice view of some flowers outside. They ordered pizza and two large Fantas.

"There's only one." Max frowned when the food arrived. Fang raised an eyebrow and inspected the table. A pan of pizza was in the middle, the breadsticks to the side, a large glass of Fanta. What was wrong?

"There's only one Fanta," Max told him. "We ordered two."

Fang nodded, realizing. He tried to get the waitress's attention, but she avoided them. And Fang also took the time to notice that the other tables surrounding them were empty.

"I'll be right back," Max, said, getting up.

"Where you going?" Fang asked.

"To the front counter."

"Wait."

"What?"

"We could...share..."

Max looked uncertain, but sat back down. She opened two straws and put them in the cup. "If you say so," She said.

Fang blushed and hid behind his menu.

--

"What time is it?" Max asked.

"Ten minutes to nine," Fang answered, glancing at the sky. "Think we should get back?"

"I think we should." Max nodded. The walk back to the theater was a long one. They made small talk, but most of the trip was silent.

"I bet this is sucking, huh?" Fang said. He briefly wondered if he should tease her about Jared again. Like last time, he'd done it just to break the tension.

"No," Max said, shaking her head. "It's fun." Fang's idea of teasing her went down the drain.

"Yeah. Being kicked out of Sears is fun," He said.

Earlier, Max had punched down a mannequin when a guy had asked for her number. That scared him away.

"I think it was fun." Max grinned and Fang couldn't help but smile back.

"I guess so." Fang shrugged.

They entered the movie theater and it seemed empty at first. Max caught sight of a woman closing up snack shop.

"Hey, are you guys closing?" Max called.

"The movies are still playing. We close at 9:30. The remaining people here just make their way to the exit," The woman answered. "Everyone else went home. Can I see your tickets?"

Max and Fang handed them the small slips of paper and the woman nodded. "Okay, go down the hallway, second door on the right. Movie should be starting now."

Fang thanked her and they walked down the hallway. After spotting the second door on the right, they entered. The movie started as they picked a seat. It was empty, so they had a wide variety.

"Let's sit in the middle," Fang said. Max nodded and they took their seats, right in the middle of the large room.

--

"I don't get why they didn't just use that metal thing to bring Optimus Prime back to life," Max muttered as the credits started rolling.

"Big loophole," Fang agreed. They listened to the song blaring on the speakers; Fang recognized it as New Divide. Linkin Park was one of his favorite bands.

"This is a cool song," Max said, not moving to get out of her seat.

"Yep." Fang nodded. There was an awkward silence.

Fang turned to the girl next to him. "Max..."

She turned also. "Hmm?"

"I, um." Fang was so close to admitting it, right there.

"Yeah?" Max said softly, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut.

"I--," Fang said. He stopped short and leaned in. Max raised her head and just before their lips met, the lights went out.

"Crap!" Max hissed, jerking away from Fang. Surprised, Fang felt around beside him and found Max's head.

"I can't see," He said. "Why are the lights off?"

"Oh, no, Fang," Max said. She caught hold of his hand. "You don't think they close the theater on us, don't you?"