A/N: Okay, this is THE LAST CHAPTER. I can't believe how far this story has gone; but, no worries, my friend: there WILL be an epilogue This chapter is fluffy, and that's why it's my favorite, and it resolves a few things. I really hope you like it and all the Fax it involves. :)

Question: Do you want a sequel? And what would you want it to be about? Because I have nothing.

If I decide to write a sequel, I'll tell you about it in the author's note of my epilogue. If not, I'll tell you that I'm not. But, in the meantime, enjoy. :P

Song of the Week: Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers (this is what was playing in Fang's hotel room.)

Disclaimer: You know what? Screw it. It's MINE!

Recap:

I get dressed in the PJs that Ella gave me and then go down to the living room, where Ella and Maya were sitting in front of the couch, trying to resist the popcorn sitting in between them as they watched the trailers before the movie.

"You didn't tell me you have Sour Patch Kids, too!" I jumped in the middle of them, nearly spilling the popcorn as I grabbed the huge bag of Sour Patch Kids and tear it open, stuffing five of them into my mouth.

Maya smiled at me widely. "It's nice to have you back, Max."

I put my arm around her, and grin at her. "It's nice to be back."

Sparks Fly, Then They Burn

Chapter 21

After staying up half the night watching scary movies, we all crashed on the living room floor and slept until eleven; we would've slept 'til two, but, alas, a banging at the door made me wake up.

Maya was out cold, and Ella just mumbled something incoherently into her pillow, which meant that I had to go get the door. I got up groggily and stumbled over to the door, opening it. "Hi, whatever you're selling I'm not interested…"

"Where were you last night?!" Iggy bellowed, stomping into the house angrily.

I sighed and shut the door behind him. "Fang was having enough fun with some red-head. I decided to come here and—" I shut my mouth and frowned. "Wait, how'd you know I would be here?"

"I know things," Iggy snapped. "Max, Fang was actually looking forward to his date with you! But then he comes home all depressed and says that you never showed, and now he's wallowing in self-pity all alone!"

I glared at Iggy. "He was with somebody else, I decided to leave. Don't be mean."

"I'll be mean if I want, you hurt my brother," Iggy told me venomously. "Fang and I are tight, okay? We know everything about one another. I know that he wouldn't ditch you for some redhead, okay? I suggest that you talk to him and figure out why you saw what you saw." Iggy's face contorted and he reached up, plucking something out of my hair. "Sour Patch Kid?"

I smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."

He popped it in his mouth and gave me a pointed look. "Go talk to Fang. But first… shower."

I wasn't sure whether or not to believe Iggy, considering that he said Fang liked me and then I saw him with that redhead, but I decided I had nothing to lose. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face. "Alright. I'll go talk to him."

I showered and then dressed in some of Ella's clothes (Maya's I didn't like), and then went downstairs. Maya was still sleeping, but I saw Ella and Iggy dangerously close to each other, apparently flirting. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. We all know where this is going to lead.

I drove to Fang's house impatiently, wanting to get this over with and for him to tell me that he doesn't like me; because he can't. I mean, who like likes me? People hardly ever just like me, much less have a crush on me. A crush sounds so petty.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and gritted my teeth. Now isn't really the best time to think about this; I have to concentrate on not hitting anybody like June again.

Once I get to the hotel (I almost expected Rose to be there), I practically barged into Fang's room, which had some techno sounding music playing (it sounded like The Killers), with Iggy's key. "Fang Ride, you have some major explaining to do!"

Fang sighed over-dramatically, draped over the couch. "What do I owe the pleasure?" he asked dryly, glaring at me.

I glared right back. "Iggy told me that you're in love with me, which I don't believe. And then, I was supposed to meet you at Gerard's last night, but then I saw you with some redhead, and I know you like redheads so I assumed it was a date and I left. So explain."

Fang sat up. "First of all, Max, assuming makes an ass out of you and me. You assume I'm an ass, and that makes you an ass, too. Second of all, that was Brigid; she was my first manager, and she's married. We saw each other there, and so we talked while I waited for you to get there. As for Iggy telling you that I'm in love with you…" He shrugged. "I'm kind of pissed at him for that."

"Because he told a lie," I said, just to clear it up.

"No, because I was planning on telling you myself."

I'm so taken aback by this that I almost fall over, out of the still open door. I shut it and stared at him, blinking multiple times. "I… you… me?" I stared at a wall in shock as he stood up and walked over to me.

"Yeah, Max. I love you." He sighed in a hopeless way, stuffing his hands in his pockets (guys do that all the time, I notice), and avoiding eye contact. "I don't know how I fell for you, I just did."

"And me for you," I replied softly, avoiding his eyes like he avoided mine. Admitting all of this is a new feeling, and I'm not sure if it's good or bad; but I sure am going to find out. "I don't know when I did. I don't know how, considering you're a man-wh—a player, and a complete jerk, but…" I shrugged awkwardly.

"By the way, I hope you know that all of this is your fault." Fang motioned around the room, giving me a pointed look. "I mean, everybody has their fair share of the blame. First, I was a jerk… then you got drunk at that club… and then I called you a slut, which led up to a bloody nose and a bunch of drama." Fang sighed.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well, I'm willing to admit that it's somewhat my fault… but, hey, I didn't know that the orange juice they served didn't come with a non-alcoholic option. Anyways, it would be rude not to accept those drinks—"

He held up his hands with a large smirk on his face. "Okay, okay. We're all to blame for all of this mess." He stepped towards me, closing the gap between us. "Anyways… so that I don't take you by surprise again," he whispered, "do I have permission to kiss you?"

"Such a gentleman," I answered, slightly sarcastic, with a small smile.

He took that as a yes, because he cupped my cheek with his hand and brought my lips to his in a rather slow, sweet manner.

The sweetness didn't really last, though, because both of us refused to pull away first; we were eventually pushing each other around, banging against random objects until I pushed on to the couch and climbed on top of him just as I opened my mouth to him.

I started to un-do his belt, but then pause, breathlessly looking at him. "Um, Fang, do you have a… you know." I awkwardly motioned to his crotch.

He raised an eyebrow. "A dick?"

I hit him over his head and glared, my cheeks sporting a rather unattractive blush. "No, you idiot! Do you have a condom?"

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted us, and Fang groaned as I climbed off of him. "Don't be like that, there will be plenty of make-out sessions in the future," I told him, smirking mischievously as I opened the door.

Iggy stood there, bouncing from one leg to another, seemingly nervous. "Oh, Max… good, neither of you are dead." Iggy sighed in relief, and then examined us. A smirk grew on his face and he waggled his eyebrows. "Ooh, looks like you two are getting along…?"

"Obviously, idiot," Fang grumbled as he walked over, running a hand through his hair. "Look, Ig, will you leave? We're kind of busy."

"Yes, yes," Iggy nodded, "of course. I'll leave you two to it. I'll be with Maya and Ella, you know; and just don't end up knocking up Max, because that would be really—"

Fang slammed the door in Iggy's face as I bit my lips; I forgot. Maya likes Fang, doesn't she? So I really shouldn't be doing this…

I turned to Fang with a frown. "Fang… what if this baby is yours?"

Fang avoided eye contact. "I hope that it's not. And, like you said, with Maya being Maya, there's probably a good chance that it's not my kid."

"Maya still likes you," I blurted, swallowing nervously. "She told me to stay away from you the other night."

Fang smiled at me. Smiled! "Max," he said, pulling me in close, "Maya and I talked the other night and she told me to stay away from you because I'm no good. I have to agree with her, really, because I'm not any good. She doesn't like me anymore. She's in love with somebody else."

I sighed in relief and hugged Fang close to me. "Thank God. I don't think I'd be able to watch you two together."

"Maya's not really my type," Fang admitted, resting his chin against my head.

I smile into his chest. "But I am?"

"Yeah."

So we stood there for a moment together, enjoying each other's embrace, when I said, "Hey, Fang?"

"Mm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Max."

A/N 2: AWWW NOW WASN'T THAT CUTE?! :D