(Fang POV)

"I hate you," I murmured crossing my arms.

"Fang, it was just one song and I didn't pick it. It was probably Nudge and Angel." Max told me.

"It was one Justin Bieber's song." I muttered, pouting.

We just got home from the Christmas party and Max and I headed right for bed, we were exhausted.

"Fang, shut up! We came to bed for one reason – and that reason is to freakin sleep." Max whisper shouted, so she wouldn't wake the younger kids.

I held up my hands in a 'calm down' gesture which she just rolled her eyes too. "We could be doing something else…" I said, suggestively, and wiggling my eyebrows.

"Is that all you think about." Max asked.

"No, but I want to right now." I told her.

"I'm not tired anymore." Max said, sitting up and yawning.

"You look tired." I said, rubbing her back.

"Well I'm not. Let's go flying." She ordered, rolling over top of me and onto the ground.

"At 11:00 at night?" I asked.

"Yeah, I thought you weren't tired." Max said smirking.

"I am now."

"Fine, then I'll go by myself." Max told me, heading to my closet to get one of my sweaters.

"No! You can't go by yourself, its nighttime." I said getting up and walking up behind her while she was pulling out one of my black hoodies. I pulled her into a backwards hug and rested my chin on her shoulder.

She fell back against me, and looked up at me smiling.

I looked at her with the best bambi eyes I could muster, and looked into her eyes. "Come back to bed, pleeeeassee!" I begged, dragging out the word. "We can go flying tomorrow when I'm not tired."

Max frowned. "But I want to go now." She argued.

"I'm not letting you go out at night by yourself, and if I go, I'm going to drop out of the sky from exhaustion." I begging, yawning for extra effect.

"If it makes you feel better, then we'll go tomorrow." She agreed easily, her eyes getting droopy.

I knew she was suddenly getting tired but didn't want to admit it. God dammit she's so stubborn.

She rubbed her eyes and reached her arms out to me. "Carry me?" she asked.

"Of course my lady," I said, smirking, and picking her up bridal style. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest.

I plopped her on the bed and she stretched her arms above he head. "Fang…" she said groggily, half asleep.

"Mhm?" I asked, crawling into bed beside her.

"I looove yooou" she said, dragging out the words.

"I love you too." I told her, kissing her cheek.

She smiled lightly and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulling herself close to me. She nuzzled my neck with her nose.

"You want to go to sleep?" I asked, smirking

Silence…

"Are you sleeping?" I asked, rubbing her back softly.

No response.

"Okay…you're sleeping. That was quick…" I said, talking to myself.

Wow I felt like a schizophrenic there.

"Max, I love you. You're so pretty." I continued.

"Fang…" she mumbled, accidently slapping me lightly in the face.

I rubbed my cheek where she hit it. "Yeah?" I asked.

"Stop talking to yourself, you sound crazy." Max said groggily.

Woah, she's rude when she's tired.

She rolled over and faced the other way.

I moved close to her so we were spooning and rested my head behind hers almost in her hair. I sighed and started tracing patterns on her upper thigh.

She tensed a little so I knew she was awake.

"Fang… what are you doing?" she asked, turning over to face me again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, moving my hand up on her stomach to trace more patterns.

"That!" she said, motioning to my hand tracing small patterns on her stomach.

"What about it?" I asked confused

"It's so irritating." She told me, pushing my hand away.

"It was supposed to be comforting." I told her, frowning

She put a hand on my cheek and smiled at me. "That's sweet, but it's not sorry." She told me.

Inside I was like this D: on the outside I was like -_- (AKA, death glare)

"I said sorry! I'm just trying to sleep!" she told me.

"Well you don't have to be such a bitch about it." I muttered. Shit, that slipped.

She raised one eyebrow "Excuse me?"

I got a random burst of confidence "Yeah, you don't have to be a bitch about it."

She glared at me and pushed me off the bed.

"What the hell, Max!" I yelled a little louder then I should have.

"You can sleep on the couch." She responded, throwing a pillow at me.

"This is my room!" I pointed out.

"Not right now. Now get out!" she demanded rolling over.

I glared at her back.

Whatever, I get the blanket then. I thought to myself.

I quickly ripped the blanket off of her.

"HEY!" she shouted, jackknifing in bed.

"You get the bed, I get the blanket." I told her leaving the room.

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch.

Well this isn't going to be very comfy.

I spent the next 10 minutes trying to get comfortable on the two person couch. It's not as easy as it sounds, especially not for a person who's over 6 FT tall.

In total that night I fell off the couch 4 times and got 6 bruises from hitting the coffee table and in total I got about a half hour of sleep.

Finally I got up from the couch and walked upstairs to check on Max. I didn't like it when we fight.

I knelt beside my bed and watched Max sleep.

Yup, I'm pulling an Edward…creepy right? It's not my fault she's so pretty, so much better than that retarded looking Bella.

I kept watching her until I saw her shiver. The idiot didn't even get herself a blanket and its winter time. Ok, it's Arizona, but still it's winter. That reminds me it's almost Christmas, I have to get Max something.

She shivered again and caught my attention. I quickly ran downstairs and grabbed the blanket off the couch, then ran upstairs and into my room again. I wrapped her in the blanket softly so she wouldn't wake up.

I knelt beside her again and held her hand. I don't know how long I sat there watching her, but the next thing I knew I was awoken by someone kissing my cheek.

I lifted my head up from the bed and met Max's eyes. I was still kneeling beside the bed holding Max's hand.

"Hi," I murmured. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," she said, biting her lip.

I looked at her in question.

"About last night – I'm really sorr-" she started.

"Max – no. I'm sorry, I acted like a total jerk and I shouldn't have called you that." I assured her.

"I shouldn't have made you sleep on the couch, it is your bed." She told me.

"I didn't sleep on the couch." I said, smirking.

"Yeah, you slept beside me." Max said, kissing me softly. "You're the sweetest boyfriend ever."

"No I'm not." I disagreed, frowning. "I called you a bitch."

"But you tried to make up for it by sleeping next to me and giving me a blanket."

"It wasn't that big of a deal, you were cold."

She smiled and threw her arms around my neck.

I will never understand girls.

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