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Max's POV-

I don't knock before opening Dylan's front door. I never did when we were twelve, and I'm not going to start now. I walk in, and find Dylan's mom sitting on the couch reading a book.

"Hi, Lucy." I say taking my shoes off by the mat.

"Hey, honey." She says putting her book down. "Dylan's in his room."

"Thanks." I jog up the stairs, and walk down the hallway till I stop at the second door on the left. I don't knock before walking in, but I wish I did. I walk inside, and Dylan is standing there in just boxer shorts. I throw my hands over my eyes.

"Sorry!" I shout backing out of the room. I run into the wall behind me, and I feel someone grab my wrists. I open my eyes to see Dylan staring at me. I am glad to see that he has clothes on, but I still think I will scared for life. "Sorry." I say again.

"Its fine." He says. "At least I still had my shorts on." I can't help but laugh at that.

"Yeah, that is a good thing." He smiles at me, and leads me into his room. I plop down on his bed, and he sits in his old recliner. Yes, I know what your thinking. Why does he have a recliner in his room? I'll tell you. When we were eleven, we found it with a "free sign" on it. We were planning to bring it to the tree house, but we were so exhausted from carrying it, we just decided to leave it at Dylan's house. Dylan's house was closest to where we were at at that point in time.

"So, how's life?" Dylan asks.

Great! I think. "It's good." I really say. "I can't believe how much I missed this place in California." He nods.

"Yeah, I can't believe you have already been back for four months." My eyes widen.

"I've been back for four months?" He nods. "I haven't been keeping track." I say. "Time really flies." He smiles at me.

"It really does. Especially when you're having fun." I give a small smile and look at my lap. I hear Dylan stand up, and seconds later the bed sinks. I look up, and Dylan is sitting next to me.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Why did you want us to stay just friends?" He asks quickly.

"Dylan," I say standing up.

"No, it's okay." He says standing up. "I can take it."

"It's like I said. I just wanted us to stay friends. I don't want anything to jeopardize it." He is silent for minute.

"I think it's more than that." I look at the ground trying to avoid his eyes, but he lifts my head with his finger. I am about to take a step back when I feel his lips on mine. I try to pull away, but he holds my face in his hands leaving me immobile. I just basically stand there while he kisses me. It is just like the first time, not as fun as kissing Fang. Really, it wasn't fun at all. It was mostly awkward. He finally pulls away and I am able to step back.

"Tell me you didn't feel anything." He says breathing heavy. I just stand there with my mouth open for a second.

"I don't." I say taking another step back. "I really don't." Dylan takes a step towards me and I want to step back, but I resist.

"How do you know?" He asks. "Why won't you at least try to make this work?" I close my eyes so I won't have to look at him.

"Because I'm dating Fang." I don't hear him say anything, so I open my eyes. He is staring at me speechless, and I slowly start to back out of the room.

"I'm sorry." I say before leaving the room. I half walk-half run down the hallway, and down the stairs. I shove my feet into my shoes, before opening the front door, and running the whole way home.

I run through my front door, and go straight to my room. I change into sweatpants and a T-shirt, then flop onto my bed, face first on my pillows. I hear a knock on my door, and I groan.

"What?" I mutter.

"Max, honey are you okay?"

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." I say. "Just tired."

"Okay, dinners in an hour." I mumble something back, but I don't think she heard it. After a minute I roll onto my side, and pull my laptop out. I try to use ifunny to distract me from what happened earlier, but it doesn't really work. I can't get it out of my head. Coincidentally, it is right then that I get a Skype call from Fang. I hit the answer button, and seconds later, Fang's face pops up on my computer screen.

"Hey," He says with a smile. "How was Dylan's?"

"I told him." I blurt out. "About us." I see his eyes widen.

"Really? Was he mad?" I shrug.

"I don't know. I kind of ran away."

"You ran away? Okay, start over." He says obviously confused.

"Okay, I got to his house, and we were in his room. We were talking for a little while when he asked why I wanted to stay just friends. I told him I didn't want anything to jeopardize our friendship, and that's when he kissed me-"

"He kissed you?" Fang asked sitting up straighter.

"Don't worry, I didn't kiss back, and I didn't feel anything." I say giving a small smile. He seems to relax when I tell him that, and I continue with the story.

"Anyways, after that, he asked why I wouldn't at least try to make it work, and that's when I told him." Fang smirks.

"And you ran away." I nod.

"Well, at least he knows now, and it doesn't have to be a secret anymore."

"Yeah. I'm just scared that he will be mad." I say.

"Don't worry." He says. "If he is, it won't last long. Dylan's not one to hold a grudge." I smile at him, and that's when I hear my mom call me for dinner.

"I got to go." I tell him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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