(Max POV)

"Max! I can do it by myself!" Fang argued.

"What if you fall?" I asked.

"Max, I just have to get out of bed, I'm not going to fall." Fang assured me in a calm voice.

"Okay…" I said hesitantly.

He slowly got out of bed, and I got nervous and thought he was going to fall, so I quickly put my hands behind his back to support his weight.

"Max! Let go!" he warned, sternly.

"I just don't want you to get hurt." I said.

"I already have a broken leg. I don't see what else can happen." Fang said.

"I said sorry already, I don't see why you're still mad at me." I said guiltily.

Fang frowned "I'm not mad at you. I just don't like getting waited on."

"Sorry." I said, smiling sheepishly.

Fang pulled me into a hug, he wrapped his arms tightly around me "Love you."

"Love you too."

"What movie are we watching?" Fang asked.

Yes, it's movie night, and it's my turn to pick. Yay!

"I'm thinking 'The hangover.'" I told him "Is it as gross as 'Stepbrothers'?"

"No not at all." Fang told me.

"Are you lying and just trying to get payback on me for breaking your leg?" I asked suspiciously.

"Max, listen to me, not everyone is out to get you." Fang said, smirking.

"Yea, but I don't know what you have planned in that evil little mind of yours." I said, starting to walk downstairs.

"I have nothing planned, because I'm not mad at you. I thought I already told you that." Fang said, sitting down on the couch, next to Ella.

"Ok, Fang, I guess I believe you….I guess." I said, sitting beside Fang.

"Actually, you know what you can do?" Fang said.

"What?" I asked.

"Go make some popcorn." He told me smirking.

I sighed and got up "You're perfectly capable of doing that on your own, you're just too lazy."

"No my foot's broken, and you're the one that broke it." Fang said.

I sighed and walked in to the kitchen to make Fang's popcorn.

(Fangs POV)

Ok, so here I am, sitting beside Max watching a movie with our family. You would think that this would be perfect, right?

Wrong.

Max is wearing a low cut white tank top and blue jean short – shorts. Every time she laughs her breasts bounce a little, and I can't help staring. She always pulls my attention away from the movie, no matter what she does, whether it's yawning, laughing, or stretching those long tanned legs.

She laughed again, and I caught myself staring for longer than usual. When I finally looked up again, I saw Dr. M glaring at me.

Crap. She caught me.

"Fang, want to help me get some more popcorn?" Dr. Martinez asked, well it was more of a demand.

"Uh – yeah sure," I said nervously, I could feel my face heating up.

"It's ok, I can." Max volunteered.

"No Max, Fang said he would." Dr. M said getting up.

"Oh, um – ok." Max said a little confused on why she would pick the person with the broken leg to help her.

I got up and followed Dr. M into the kitchen.

When we got about 5 feet into the kitchen, she spun around.

"I saw that Fang." Dr. M said.

"What?" I asked, trying to pay stupid, to see how long it would work.

"You were staring at Max's chest." Dr. M accused

I guess not that long. "It was distracting. She's wearing a low cut tank top and short – shorts. And her legs are so long and tanned…" I said trailing off.

"Fang, snap out of it." Dr. M said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

I got startled and jumped backwards, causing me to trip over a broom, knock a pot off the counter and have it hit my arm, then land smack on my butt.

"Ow!" I said, grabbing my soon to be very, bruised arm.

Dr. M, put her hand over her mouth and rushed over to me "Fang, I'm so sorry, are you ok." She asked with concern in her voice.

The flock and Ella came running in.

"What happened?" Iggy asked.

"There's been a little accident." Dr. M said.

"I'm guessing from Fang's groans, that he got hurt again!" Iggy guessed.

"You guessed right, Igster." Max said.

Iggy sighed and left, along with everyone else – except for Max and Dr. M

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my arm, and still sitting on the floor.

Max leaned down and grabbed my arm. She wrapped it around her neck to help me up. But my hand accidently rubbed against her breast. I guess she didn't notice, but I did.

I quickly pulled my arm away, causing me to fall back on my butt.

Max raised one eyebrow. She tried helping me up again.

"No, I got it." I said quickly.

"Fang, I can help you up, it's not that big of a deal. You don't have to pull your macho act." Max said, rolling her eyes.

"It's not that – it's just – I don't know. I can get up by myself." I explained. She groaned and tried to help me up again.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP MAX! I yelled at her.

Wow, I just sounded like a total ass there.

"I was just trying to help you Fang. You don't have to be a jerk about it!" Max said angrily.

She turned on her heels, and stormed out of the kitchen. I heard her footsteps stomping up the stairs.

Dammit!

Dr. M sighed, and walked out of the kitchen muttering something about anger issues.

I tried to run, but it didn't really work out, because of my broken leg. So I ended up tripping up the stairs twice.

Idiot move…

But when I finally made it up the stairs, with no serious injuries I went straight to Max's room.

I couldn't help but feel guilty when I saw her lying on her bed, in a fetal position glaring at the door.

"Max?" I called, gently.

She ignored me, of course.

I walked over to her bed and sat beside her.

I put my hand on her leg, but she hit it away.

"Max, I'm sorry." I tried.

I knew it was going to take more than that though.

"Max, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know you were just trying to help, but you know I don't like being waited on. There's something else, and I don't really want to tell you because it's embarrassing, but I will if it will make you forgive me." I told her. I'm quite the apologizer, if I do say so myself.

She moved her gaze to me. "Just because you don't like being waited on doesn't mean you can take your anger out on me."

"I know, and I'm really, really, really sorry." I told her.

"It's fine, but if you want me to fully forgive you, you have to tell me what's so the other reason." Max said, grinning.

"Do I have too?" I whined.

She nodded.

I sighed and bowed my head, avoiding her gaze.

"Hormones," I said quietly. But to her it probably sounded more like 'Hurnoms.'

"What?" she asked.

"Hormones…" I said a little louder.

She started laughing "Hormones?"

"Um yeah – hormones," I said, scrunching my nose up.

"Really? What turned you on Fang?" Max asked.

"Well, when we were watching the movie I could practically see almost all your breasts. Whenever you laughed they would bounce a little." I told her.

She blushed and looked down.

"Then your legs – whenever you stretched…" I continued.

"When I stretched? What makes stretching hot?" she asked, smirking.

"Your legs are so long and tanned." I explained.

"What about in the kitchen, when I was helping you up?" she asked, knowing I was lying about the whole 'I don't like being waited on' thing.

"My hand rubbed against your breast." I told her.

"Oh, you get turned on by very small things." She said.

"You may think those things are small, but really there not." I told her, smirking.

"Sorry, I can wear less revealing shirts." She said, smirking at me.

"NO!" I yelled suddenly.

"Why?" she asked confused.

"I never said I didn't enjoy it." I told her simply.

"Pig," She muttered rolling her eyes.