Guise I'm like squealing I'm so happy for me. Not to sound like conceited. I updated two days in a row! Even though this is majorly short and is a filler, I still updated! :D
I get happy and perky verrrry easily lmao. I got really excited when I answered a question no one else knew in math. I was doing that awkward happy dance.

*makes serious reporter face* Breaking news: I will have two more longer chapters and then the story will be over. I'll probably put sequel info in the AN for the last chapter. IF, AND ONLY IF, people say they want a sequel. Cause if you don't want a sequel, I wanna write other things. So, please tell me? Because I already have the rest of this story planned out so if you want a sequel I gotta start brainstorming! :) So, basically, tell me if you want a sequel in your review, please.

ScarlettWings- OMG my thoughts exactly lol. If she had the one with the white puffy dress in that competition? She would've won. That really wasn't fair to Chloe. Maddie gets special treatment and it's really not fair. I LOVED Brooke's solo though; I felt bad about her shoulder thing :P

Disclaimer: I own no characters or plots or anything that belongs to James Patterson.

Fang POV

I just had to stay home from school. I couldn't face the whole school, especially Max, knowing that I wasn't going to see them anymore.

My mom had finally revealed that we were most likely moving into the house we'd looked at. I had asked her if there was any chance that the offer wouldn't go through or be accepted, and she said no. So, I'm moving.

Mom and Dad didn't tell Nudge. They told her that I had a stomach virus and had to stay home.

Because the thing is, I'm pretty sure that I would break down inside if I saw Max again and knew I only had a few months left with her. I know what you're thinking - dudes don't break down. Dudes don't cry. Yeah, I know. We don't. But if you've met Max, and have the connection to her that I do. . .you'd be blubbering. Just saying.

It was an internal struggle as I sat there with my finger on speed dial number two - voicemail was number one by default, how annoying. Max's name was on the screen, next to a little lightning bolt and the number two. My finger dug into the send button, only for me to quickly press the end button. If I totally broke down while on the phone with her, I'd never live it down. I wasn't even sure how I was going to tell her yet.

Suddenly to door flew open, banging roughly into the wall, and I was glad I'd had the foresight to get one of those rubber things that you stick onto the wall to prevent marks and dents and such. The door banged against the wall and bounced off the rubber, sending it right back into Nudge's tear-soaked face. She threw up her palms to absorb the impact just in time, and then she shoved it open again and stormed in.

"YOU KNEW ABOUT IT AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? I UNKNOWNINGLY LIED TO MAX TODAY AND I DON'T LIKE THAT. WHY MUST YOU LIE, FANG? YOU DIDN'T HAVE A STOMACH BUG. YOU FAKER!" She ran over to the window and shoved it open. "FANG IS A FAKERRRR," she wailed.

Wanna know the funny part?

She was serious. . .

She actually thought telling the whole neighborhood I was a faker was going to make me feel guilty.

"Woah, Nudge, calm down," I said, making sit-down motions at her.

Word of advice: don't tell a girl to calm down when she's really worked up. I should've already learned that with Max.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! You knew about the whole moving thing and you didn't tell me. I'm your sister. I deserve to know," she said, her words pouring out so quickly I barely caught the gist of what she was saying.

"Mom and Dad told me to keep it a secret. I didn't even get to talk to you after they told me. They just told me it was okay for me to stay home today."

"You could've told me. I thought that was the agreement."

"When Mom and Dad ask me to do otherwise, the agreement isn't important. Respect parental authority, Nudge." Actually, I was just too damn lazy and depressed.

Nudge's face tightened, which looked strange, because she was always smiling and happy. "I'm not respecting parental authority. I'm leaving. Right now."

I heaved a sigh. "That won't fix anything, Nudge."

"Sure it will. You just wait." She marched out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

I sighed and peeked anxiously out the window. I could see the top of Max's head. She was sitting at her desk, at her computer. She wasn't looking my way. I sighed again and slowly sat on the floor. I reached under my desk and after a couple minutes of searching I found a dropped pencil I hadn't cared enough to pick up, and a scrap of paper. I started doodling mindlessly while the light coming through the window over my head got progressively dimmer.

I was surprised when I looked up and noticed the time. I wasn't hungry, so I just went straight to bed. It took me a while to quiet my mind enough to go to sleep, but I managed.

Max POV

Fang was at school the next day.

But he was there early, which was weird. Nudge wasn't in school.

"Oh, she caught the stomach flu that I caught from you," he explained meekly, avoiding my eyes.

"I hope she gets better," I said, examining him carefully.

He nodded and walked away quickly. Something was up. Something not good. I'd give him until lunch time to make eye contact with me. If he didn't then, this would get a little complicated.

The classes leading up to lunch passed with little to no eye contact. I sat across from him at lunch, impossible to ignore. It's easier to avoid eye contact when you're sitting next to someone. But when you're sitting across from someone, it's a natural reflex to look straight ahead at the person.

I bought my lunch and sat down, staring at Fang quietly. I turned my apple over and over and over in my hands. No eye contact. I knew he could feel my gaze, because he was staring down at the table as if he had to force himself to not look up. I drummed my fingers on the table loudly. Everyone else was talking loudly; only Fang and I were silent. I was surprised no one had taken notice. I swung my legs back and forth under the table until I felt my foot collide with his leg. He winced and his black eyes flickered up for a second. But just a fleeting second, and he looked back down again.

A fleeting second is not good enough for me.

"Hey, Max, you okay?" Gazzy asked, sounding concerned. Fang finally, finally, finally met my eyes. Not for just a second, either. He held my gaze.

"I'm fine," I promised. "Never better." I never took my eyes from Fang's. His were full of some secret that he obviously wasn't telling me.

Now the whole table's attention was turned towards us. "What's up with you guys?" Carolyn asked suspicuously.

"We're having a staring contest, whataya think?" I snapped.

Everyone was silent.

Fang blinked and looked down. "You win."

I sighed in irritation. "Gotta go, guys. Bye." I shot Fang another annoyed glance, then dumped my tray and left the cafeteria.

Fang POV

Dammit, I'm no good at this.

Max is obviously pissed that I'm not talking to her and she clearly knows that I'm keeping something from her. She just doesn't know what.

She deserves to know, Fang.

Shut up, conscience!

Thought you were best friends?

. . .Damn, my conscience is actually putting up a good argument today.

I sighed. I'd have to find some way to tell Max. This would not be pleasant.

Max POV (I'm sorry I'm switching back and forth so much, but I wanna get both of their takes on everything. This will be the last POV change.)

Wanna know something weird?

. . .I actually walked home with Fang today. It was quiet and weird and awkward, but we did walk home.

When we reached my house, I stopped and turned to stare at him, raising my eyebrows. In other words, basically telling him this was his last chance to tell me what the hell was going on or someone would find themselves without an all-black wardrobe.

He took a deep breath, looking like he was preparing himself to say something. When he finally did say something, he blurted it so quickly I didn't catch it.

"Wait, what?" I demanded.

He looked at the sidewalk.

"Fang, I didn't hear what you said," I explained irritably. I was so not in the mood.

"I'm moving," he said.

My blood ran cold. "Like, for sure? Or are you still waiting for the offer to go through?"

"No, it's a definite."

I was totally frozen, rooted in place. I couldn't force my numb lips to form a reply. I couldn't force my frozen limbs to move and act normally. I couldn't force my lungs to take in air in normal quantities.

And then Fang's arms were around me, crushing me to his chest. I could barely breathe, he was holding me so tightly, but I hugged him back. He was actually holding me so tight that my feet were an inch off the ground and I felt like a pathetic rag doll.

When he finally set me down, I could feel the tears in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, hating the vulnerability that came with tears.

"Max," Fang muttered. I looked up at him and barely had time to register his reaction before he kissed me. His arms were around my waist and he kissed me fiercely - almost like he thought he'd never get to do it again. Instead of freezing up like I had the first time, my arms went around his neck. But too soon, it was over and he were just staring at each other. Fang hadn't shed a single tear, but tears were running freely down my face.

Oh my God, how long would I have to live without this before I saw him again? How long would the time be between the times I got to visit him? He'd visit me, and I'd visit him, right? We had to visit each other! I would go there the first weekend he moved in. I would paint his walls, if I had to. I would do something. I would not go without seeing Fang.

"How far?" I asked, almost inaudibly. But Fang heard me.

"Half an hour away, probably more." He looked sad. Fang actually showed emotion.

I dropped my hands from his neck but gripped his hand in a death grip. "You will visit me every weekend. Or I'll visit you. Understood?"

He cracked a forced smile. "Yes, best friend."

"Okay. Good."

We stood out there together for a long time, until we both finally had to go again. He kissed my forehead - twice - before crossing the road to his house.

I went back inside, robotically, and went up to my room. Living in my own body felt foreign and heavy and weird, like I had stones weighing down the new information in my brain, which already seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

When I finally got into my room, the light was on. That was weird. I looked around and my heart almost stopped when I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure sitting on my bed. Familiar because I knew the figure. Unfamiliar because the figure was not supposed to be here.

"Nudge, why are you in my room?"

Okay so I have figured out an update schedule for myself;
I will probably not update anymore this week. Possibly next week. But next week is kinda when dance starts and CCD starts and band starts and my mom's birthday, so, doubtful.
Like I mentioned before, only two more chapters & I'll be done here. Probably not doing individual thanks. MAYBE. Probs not. If I do write a sequel, it'll come in January. BUT WHETHER OR NOT I WRITE A SEQUEL IS YOUR DECISION :) So, PM, review, don't care, just please let me know! Gotta start brainstorming if you want me to!

I touched a sheep brain today in science O.o with gloves. It creeped me out so I kinda just poked it and I was like no I can't do this and took off the glove and threw it out. Lmao.

Dance starts on Tueeeesday, dance starts on Tueeeeeesday :D

Love you guys in a non-creepy way. I love everyone. Except people who hate turtles. I'm sorry, but who doesn't like turtles? If you don't like turtles then you're simply distant in my book. If you like turtles you are part of the most awesome group of people to roam the earth.

Naw, just kidding. Don't take offense. But seriously, who doesn't like turtles?

-dancerxforlifex3