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p.s. There is a lot of changing perspective in this chapter. Some of it is for the benefit of the story. Mostly just a personal choice. I like it like this and trust me most of the chapters won't be like this. Just trying to show you both sides. :)


Max's POV

Today was the third day of no words. No words to my family about the break up. No words to Fang. No words to describe the pain of being unwanted by the person you care about most. I came home thursday night, after a movie with Ella and Iggy (like that was going to help) to find my mom and Jessie bustling back and forth from the kitchen to the couch. I walked in and crashed into the arm-chair, only to find Fang lying on the couch, eyes half closed, face pale with pain as he pressed on ice pack to his shoulder. His mom held another one on his forehead. It took almost ever bit of self-control I had to keep from running to him and kissing his forehead and lying on the couch with him until his arm felt better. The 'almost' is because part of me want to smack him and scream at him for yelling at me and causing all my tears. I didn't do that. But I didn't keep my mouth shut either.

Fang's POV

I had been walking home from school when Ari and Ryan ran up and started shoving me around. I tried to ignore them and keep walking but Ryan swung his back pack as hard as if he was hitting a home run on the school baseball team. The heavy bag slammed against my side. I fell right on my shoulder and hit my head on the sidewalk. Being quick to jump up made my head spin but saved me a kick to the ribs. I shoved Ari as hard as I could, he landed with a loud thud on the pavement. I could hear Ryan coming behind me, I turned and swung hard, catching him right in the nose. Blood poured from his nose, hitting the white concrete. From there I ran as fast as I could back to Max's house. The next thing I knew, the moms were running around, trying to get me to swallow some pain killers (I just can't swallow those freaking things) and icing my head and arm. I groaned as Max walked in. Great.

"Lemme guess. You didn't stand up for yourself and got beat up again, huh?"

"No. I fought back and broke a kid's nose." I mumbled, closing my eyes, not wanting to see that bitter smirk on Max's face.

"Bet you wish you had "Super Max" to save you." I didn't reply and neither did she. I heard the TV turn on. I just kept my eyes closed. Max could be so irritating. I hated having everyone trying to help me and take care of me. I was turning 17 in a few weeks. People need to stop freaking out and just chill. I was going to be fine. I always thought Max would treat me differently, not constantly worry about my "emotional state" (EVERYONE). Max is the same as all those people. If you ask any of the people in my life about this problem, they will say it's called "caring". Yeah. Sure.

But despite all the annoying comments, worried looks, the constant standing up and talking for me, I missed Max. I missed talking to her, holding her hand, kissing her good morning and good night. I missed just kissing her for the heck of it. I missed just being with Max. Judging from the snarky comments, she didn't miss me.

Max's POV

Every five minutes I would feel Fang's gaze on me, staring, not in a creepy way. Just in the usual Fang way, watching and observing, thinking. Eventually I chucked the remote at the couch where he was sitting and ran upstairs. I couldn't keep thinking about liking him. He was the one who was yelling in the first place. It's not my fault if I'm trying to help him because I care. Besides, every time I looked into his dark obsidian eyes, I just saw that little sliver of sadness. Loosing his dad was killing him from the inside. I could just tell. especially when he would get really quiet and act out of it; then you look into his eyes and that sliver grew to a huge chunk of sadness, taking the light from him.

No Max.

Stop.

Fang doesn't love you.

He broke up with you.

Just stop trying.

HOW?!

Fang's POV

As soon as Max left, the whole room changed. I was suddenly not 'Fang watching TV with Max.' I was just 'Fang, sitting on the couch in pain, trying not to think about the angel that left him.'

Max's POV

I don't know how I did it, but some how I convinced myself that I was better off without Fang. After a dinner of takeout, I was walking up the stairs when Fang called my name. I didn't turn around. Then, like the freakin' ninja he was, Fang was suddenly right next to me, holding my arm tightly to stop from walking all the way up the stairs.

"Max, please wait. I want to talk to you."

"Well, maybe I don't want to talk to you. Last time I had an actual conversation with you, you were screaming at me for caring about you. I'm giving you what you wanted, me not to care." I tried to pull out of his grip but he jumped up the stairs and stood in front of me, blocking the hall way.

"God, Max. I wasn't yelling at you for caring." Fang's voice already rising but there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

"So you admit you were yelling," I interrupted, trying to push past him unsuccessfully. Fang sighed and put his face in his hands then looked back to me.

"Yes. You happy? I yelled at you. I'm sorry." I lifted my eyebrows a bit at the last two words, I wasn't letting my guard down quite yet. "Yeah Max, I'm sorry. I really truly am sorry for yelling at you." His voice lowered to a weak, sorry tone. "I...I know you care. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I really miss you."

"Yeah you shouldn't have." I pushed myself past him and hurried up to my room to call Ella. I leaned against the door. I didn't know what to think.

*later*

A little while later, meaning after a LONG phone call with Ella (lets not discuss my phone bill please), my mom walked in with a bowl of ice cream covered in chocolate sauce and sprinkles. She handed me the ice cream and a glass of soda and closed the door before sitting down on my bed. Mom's green eyes were filled with sympathy. I took the spoon and dug into the sundae.

"Are you okay Max?" I shook my head, filling my mouth with a huge glob of ice cream so I wouldn't have to talk about it.

"Want to talk about it?" I shook my head again. "Is it about Fang? I saw you two on the stairs." Goodness, someone was being nosy today. She brought soda and ice cream. She deserve to know. So I spilled over with all the details about feeling completely broken and breaking up with the person I loved.

"Now I know it is just eating you to go tell Jessie and make Fang apologize and what ever you are planning in the head of yours," I said, pointing to my mom's head. "Dad finds out, he will kick them out and you will have no say in it. You got it? No talking about it!"

"My lips are sealed." Mom smiled and hugged me. She got off the bed and was walking out the door when I spoke up again.

"What should I do if he apologized already and says he misses me? Do I just crawl back to him? Or do I stay away?" Mom stopped and leaned against the door frame.

"Well, that depends. If you really care about this boy, and you both want to get back together, try talking it over a bit. You have to work it out if your relationship is going to work." THE WISE ONE HAS SPOKEN. I have never heard such great advice from my mom. I mean I have heard better advice but coming from her, that was pretty good.

"Thanks." I smiled and hugged her goodnight before changing into pajamas and crawling into bed. My cheek was waiting for that kiss. Then my lips were. I just lied there waiting for that sweet smile and dark eyes to pull me into Fang's strong arms and to kiss my lips goodnight. If we couldn't get this to work out, I don't know what I was going to do.

Fang's POV

I could hear Max and her mom talking. Probably about me. Most likely about me. Okay they were definitely talking about me. I just shook my head and climbed out on to the slightly sloping roof where Max, Angel and I had curled up weeks ago. I brought my dad's guitar with me out into the cold. As a kid and a teen he learned to play and soon wrote his own music. When he married my mom, he stopped and left the guitar at my grandparents place. Why he stopped, I have no clue. But it was covered in memories. There were stamps from the countries he visited as a kid, stickers with band logos, little cartoons, even a picture of my mom. Thinking of my dad brought stinging tears to my eyes. I quickly stopped thinking and just sat and played.

I played every song I remember and know. All the songs my dad had taught me, all the songs we wrote together and alone, everything. One song crossed my mind. I had written it for Max.

No way in hell was I going to play that.

I had no sleep the past couple of nights and my dad not being here is really hurting me. Still. That is so not an excuse to be mad at Max. God I hated myself sometimes. I was such an idiot. I climbed back into the silent house and climbed into bed. And was just drifting off...

When boom! I suddenly remembered something. I nearly ran out into the dark hallway and stopped just outside Max's door. I needed to kiss her goodnight. Then I realized just what I was doing. Tomorrow. I had to make things right.


Heyyy! So there was chapter 29! YAY! I was going to post it last night but I couldn't. So you get it today! SEE! I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO FIX THE FAX! Next chapter! I promise!

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This story has been SO fun to write but it's getting long! So I'm going to break it into two parts. This story is part one and when I reach 50 chapters I'm going to start a part 2. Or I might just finish this one. I don't really know so I will keep you guys posted!

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