(Max POV)

Since Fang is on his male period and everything I'm trying to keep my distance as much as possible. I got him something though, I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

I ran into the kitchen where the rest of my lovely annoying family was eating breakfast. "FANG, FANG! I GOT YOU SOMETHING!" I yelled.

He looked up at me. "You got me something?" he asked, burrowing his eyebrows together. "Shouldn't this wait till Christmas?"

"No, you have to open it now. COME ON!" I demanded.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to me. Everybody else watched us curiously.

He slowly opened the bag and his eyes went wide. "MAX! WHAT HELL?" He yelled, surprised.

"What?" I asked confused. "I thought-" I started

"WHAT DID YOU THINK!" he asked, backing away.

"Well Iggy said-" I tried again.

"Iggy said what?" Fang asked, turning and glaring at Iggy.

"Yeah, what did I say?" Iggy asked confused.

"You said Fang has his male period." I told him.

The whole table burst out laughing.

"What's so funny? That's what he said!" I told them, getting angry.

"Max sweetheart, I think you should know by now that it's impossible for a male to get their period." My mom said, laughing.

"I was kidding about that!" Iggy said, chuckling.

Fang was chuckling occasionally but mostly looking down embarrassed.

"Well seriously, how am I supposed to know that?" I asked. "It's not like I know much about guys." I muttered.

"Geez, even I knew that!" Nudge said, her laughs subsiding.

Jeb and Gazzy were kind of sitting there awkwardly.

I spun around and left the room.

What the hell! Why did Iggy tell me that if it was a lie? What an ass. That was totally embarrassing. I pity Fang that must have been worse for him.

I sat down on the bed and fell backwards with my legs hanging off the edge.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose frustrated. I inwardly sighed. It's not my fault I don't know much about guys.

Suddenly I felt a weight on my lower stomach and I groaned. I looked up and saw Fang looking down at me and smirking. What the hell, how didn't I hear him come in? Freakin ninja.

"Have you come to make fun of me more?" I asked, frowning.

"Nah, it's not fun anymore." He said jokingly.

"Then what do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Someone's grumpy." Fang teased.

"Someone's an ass." I muttered.

He pinned my arms at my sides and leaned down to kiss me, but before he could I bucked my hips up to push him off. Instead it got a different effect. He moaned quietly and bit his lip momentarily. He leaned down again and kissed my cheek. Then he just rested his cheek against mine.

I inhaled deeply, he smelt like cinnamon. I don't know how he smells this good, strange.

"Max…" he barely whispered.

He breathed his hot breathe onto my neck and I closed my eyes and leaned my face against his closer now. "Yeah," I whispered back, my voice unsteady.

He chuckled softly. "You're so beautiful." He told me, his lips barely touching my ear.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I love how Fang calls me beautiful not hot, like most guys.

"Come on," he said, standing up. "We have to go Christmas shopping. Christmas shopping is in four days." He informed me.

I frowned. "I thought we were going somewhere with that…" I said jokingly.

"I didn't but yeah we could do that too." He said, walking back towards the bed.

I got off the bed. "I was joking Fang, maybe later. We have to go Christmas shopping." I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my tippy-toes.

Fang wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled his head back then looked down at me. "Not maybe later. For sure later." He said, kissing me roughly.

We broke apart and headed down the stairs to the front door.

"Where are you guy's going?" My mom asked, coming into the room.

"We're going Christmas shopping." Fang explained, getting his shoes and winter jacket on as I got mine on.

My mom nodded and went into the other room for a moment. She came back with a credit card in her hand. She handed it to me and said: "It's Jebs." She winked and me and left again.

I turned to Fang and smirked, waving the card in front of him. He smirked too.

I inspected Fang for a moment. "You look like a burnt marsh mellow." I told him, talking about his puffy black winter jacket.

Fang grinned. "You look like a marsh mellow too, just not burnt." He told me.