A/N: OK, fine. The last sentence from the last chapter didn't make sense. But, I fixed it. Or should I say, replaced it. I just forgot to type "my" before "lips." Yeah, it's all good now.

Iggy: YES!!! No more stupid countdown!!!!

Max: That was probably the wrong thing to say.

Me: 20 days till Last Day Of School!

Iggy: (groans) Oh, no...

Chapter 35

Max POV

What would you do if your boyfriend crept up behind you while you were typing your essay and you didn't even notice that he was merely millimeters away from your right ear?

Me, well, let's say I'll be freaking out and steal his life out of him because I would assume he would be some kind of robber or raper or sexual harasser. Or something else worse.

I would have done that with Fang, but I didn't. Thank my conscience for not making me do that.

I could literally feel myself falling apart. Not the my-boyfriend-broke-up-with-me-so-now-my-heart-is-broken kind of falling apart.

I was speechless because Fang was right there. Right there. Inches, or millimeters, away from my right ear.

What girl wouldn't be shocked like me? That girl is so stupid.

I'll tell you what's happening in my head.

Oh my freaking God! Fang is in my room! No, no. It's a raper! Ahhhh!!!! No, I was right! It's Fang! Ahhhhh!!!! Oh my freaking God! Holy shit! Fang is here! Fang and his holiness is here! And he's shirtless! Oh my God! He has an eight-pack! He's hotter than Taylor Lautner! Oh my freaking God!

That was only the shortened version. The long version is longer. Oh, yeah. Longer. And that made me sound like a... Ugh. I can't even say it. Girl. Ugh.

I asked Fang why he was here. I laughed when he told me I was in trouble. Tch. I haven't been in trouble in a long time. I kind of miss it.

But his reason made me relax a little. At least, I won't faint in his arms and fall apart. The wrong side of that was I turned around to look at him. And my lips brushed his. Wrong move.

I pulled back, astonished. Not that I didn't like the mere brushing of our lips. It's just that...We... We're... We're... Alone. And he's shirtless. I'm wearing an oversize t-shirt (Ari's) and plaid sleep shorts. Uh huh. The short one.

Do you know what our kissing could lead to? Do you?!

I could end up like Nicole! And I don't want to be like Nicole!

But my worries didn't stop him from kissing me. He pulled me up and covered his lips with mine. In a matter of seconds, we were making out. His hands were roaming my back. Inside my shirt. Don't ask me how his hands ended up there. His left hand stopped at the back of my bra. His fingers tried to unhook my bra. But I reached out behind me to stop him. His fingers did stop.

I pulled back from his lips and murmured, "No. We can't." He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. Fang removed his hands out of my shirt. We were breathing heavily.

"You're right," he whispered. He pulled away. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." I patted his cheek, which really irritated him a lot. He narrowed his eyes. I grinned.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked and sat down at the edge of my bed. He held his head down. Before I could say yes, he continued. "Why did you sing Marie Digby's song?"

I cocked an eyebrow. Though he couldn't see it, I know that he knows that I cocked my brow. I really have no idea how he even knew that. Really. I mean, it's in the Internet and all... Oh my God! I'm so stupid! Of course he knew! He's my BIGGEST fan. Duh.

"Uhhh..." I said, dumbfounded. He raised his head, and I almost fainted. His eyes, they're so dark. Really dark.

"Don't pretend you don't know."

"Fine. I know. I just..." I bit my lip. What if I what I said would be embarrassing?

He waited for me to continue. When I didn't, he talked. "I've seen the comments of the video. There wasn't any comment without the word 'love' in it." His eyes said that he's serious. And that he needed an answer.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm in love with you."

Those five simple words seem to have a very big impact on me. I have never been in love. Never. Just infatuations. But real love? Never. I'm eighteen, and I'm in love.

Isn't it very early for me to fall in love? Usually, people fall in love when they're... Forty. No offense to adults out there. Wait. I'm an adult myself! I just offended me! Moving on.

Fang looked taken aback. He stood up, and went in front of me. With him standing beneath the lights, his eyes were a warm brown. Like hot chocolate. Which by the mere mention, makes me hungry.

I don't know what's going on in his mind right now. There are times when I want to be a vampire and have Edward's mind-reading trick. This time is one of them. I went on explaining.

"The song is about love and by then, I knew I was falling for you. I tried to deny it, to push it out of my mind, to say that it's not true. But after singing the song, I knew it." My cheeks were wet when I finished.

Fang lifted his hand and brushed the tears away. I opened my mouth to say that I don't cry, but he just kissed me. Softly. He pulled back right away.

I wanted him to tell me that he loves me too, but he totally ruined the moment. "Where's your guitar?" That's what he asked.

My eyes widened because I was clearly hoping to hear the words come out of his mouth. But no... He asked for my guitar! I glared at him, but pointed where my guitar was. He covered his hand over mine and took my guitar. He sat down on my bed, and he pulled me down beside him.

I don't know what he's going to do, but I'm sure it's going to be romantic. I never knew Fang could be a romantic. He started strumming the strings, and the melody was very familiar to me.

1-2-1-2-3-4
Give me more loving than I've ever had
Make me it all better when I'm feeling sad
Tell me I'm special even though I know I'm not

Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely getting mad
I'm so glad I found you
I love being around you

You make it easy
Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4

There's only one thing
To Do
Three words
For you
(I love you) I love you

There's only one way to say
Those three words
That's what I'll do
(I love you) I love you

Give me more loving from the very start
Piece me back together when I fall apart
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends

Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
You're the best that I've had
And I'm so glad I found you
I love being around you

You make it easy
It's easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4
There's only one thing
To Do
Three words
For you
(I love you) I love you

There's only one way to say
Those three words
That's what I'll do
(I love you) I love you
(I love you) I love you

You make it easy
It's easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4
There's only one thing
To Do
Three words
For you
(I love you) I love you

There's only one way to say
Those three words
That's what I'll do
(I love you) I love you
(I love you) I love you
1-2-3-4
I love you
(I love you) I love you

While he sang the song, he kept his gaze at me. When he finished it, he smiled his million-dollar smile and whispered, "I love you, Max."

I whispered back, "I love you too, Fang."

My heart is fluttering. I can feel my soul dancing Lady GaGa's Papparazzi.

Oh, God.

Is this how I'm going to feel in the future?

My soul dancing Lady GaGa's songs?

Oh, God.

A/N: I made Fang and Max all mushy-gushy in this chapter.

Iggy: (shudders) Men shouldn't really be all mushy-gushy. We're a brick wall. And brick walls don't give off emotions.

Me: Get over it. RnR?