I know I suck, but I've just lost all creativity for this story for the last couple of months. The characters are just not turning out like they were supposed to in my head so I'm going to have to recreate the entire plot that I already had thought out, so it's taken me a while to decide where to go from here.

Ella's POV

I don't recall having a normal conversation with my mom for the last five years. The only communication we had now was text, and that was slowly fading as the months dragged on at the boarding schools that she enrolled me in. I may hate my mother at times, but, as much as I hated to admit it, I missed her conversation and prescence a ton. Max made all the difference, though. She was much more cunning than she looked; every time she could sense my mom and I were getting into a touchy subject (which was more than half of everything) she quickly, but smoothly changed the subject to a safe topic, like the weather or school lunch food.

For the first time in two years, my mom and I laughed together.

"So, how did you two meet?" My mom stared directedly at Fang, who had been hanging back in the shadows the entire lunch, just letting all of his female relatives do the talking.

My brother grinned devilishly at Max. "Kindergarten," he grinned even wider. "Max stole my lunch box the first day of school."

Max's eyes widened. "Oh my God, was that you?" She snorted, very unladylike (which, to my surprise, didn't upset my mom). "You were the kid with the snot running down his nose and glasses?"

Fang's grin faded, but just slightly. "Yes, and you were the one that pushed Lissa off the playground and gave her a bloody nose."

Max shrugged at him. "Everyone else wanted to do it."

My mom said the most unexpected thing. "Good job, Max."

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "Since when do you promote violence?"

She cleared her throat and sipped at her iced tea, hesitating to answer the question. "I usually don't, but that girl has gotten on my nerves since her mother and her would come over to our house uninvited asking to play with Nicholas. She's had it coming to her."

Max had just done the impossible.

Max POV

One hour I'm going to lunch with my boyfriend's mother, the next I'm with them looking at two-bedroom apartments. But of course, their mom still had no idea that I was living with Fang. I figured that she wasn't going to anytime soon either, but I never knew how things were going to go when I was with this family.

"This one's nice," Fang's mom remarked. "Close to the school, close to downtown. It has a nice view of the mountains. Then there's the pool in the back."

"Remember you're not living here, mom," Ella reminded her a little bluntly.

"We have a pool at our house, of course you haven't been home in so long that you might not remember."

Ella opened her mouth, about to say something snarky back, but I gave her a warning look. I didn't want her to piss off their mom because I wanted this two bedroom apartment so that I could share a room with Ella when I got sick of Fang, and not have to sleep on the couch. Or at least I could have the couch because Ella wouldn't be on it like she had been last night.

"Yes, this is a really nice apartment," Ella responded instead of the comment I knew she was going to say before, giving me a grimacing smile like it hurt her to be nice to her mom.

"But this is a little bit cramped for you," their mom waved for all of us to follow her out the door. "We're going to look at something a little bit different, something that I've had in mind for a while, but I've been waiting for the right time."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I could have sworn I saw a spark of mischief in her eye. So that's who Ella got her spunk from.

Max POV

There's a wooded area near our school. It used to be nice to go out there to get away from the city, and yet is wasn't so far away. When we drove into the forest, I wracked my mind to remember any sort of apartments in this area. What we pulled into wasn't an apartment complex, but a nice, spacious cabin.

"This?" Even Ella was shocked at the size of the thing. Sure, it wasn't nearly as big as their huge mansion, but it was big in comparison to what a couple of teenagers needed to be able to live. I mean up to four college students lived in a dorm the size of my room.

"Did I ever tell you that your grandma grew up here?" Their mom looked at the cabin with a meloncholy gaze. "Of course, the cabin has been updated since then, but the original building is here."

The real estate agent rolled her eyes at the sappy trip down memory lane that their mom was having. "This is a good space; secluded, but close to the high school-

"We'll take it." she stated, deciding to skip the agent's speel about the great location of the house.

"What?" Fang seemed slightly guilty. They may be rich, but this cabin certainly be cheap to rent. "This is more than two bedroom."

"I know, you're going to need more than two bedrooms if there's three of you." She threw a wink my way.

So, she had known all along?

It feels choppy, but I know that I haven't written in so long that I just needed to get one out there. If you guys have any suggestions about what should happen, then please tell me, because I'm having a ton of trouble myself.