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Fang's POV

As soon as I got to main camp, I saw Abby, and headed over to talk to her, Grabbing some pizza along the way. "Hey Abby." She looked up, and smiled, then ran over, and hugged me (practically throwing herself at me in the process). Ugh, she is way to emotional, however, as I hugged her back, I got a distinct picture in my mind of Max and I doing the same thing. Weird, in the picture, I actually seemed to be enjoying it, even though I'm not really that kind of guy. Maybe with Max it would be ok. With that, I broke away from being practically suffocated by Abby. She may be skinny as a stick, but she sure is strong. She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to introduce me to her friends. "Ah, so this is the mysterious Nick that Abby's been talking about!" said the short one. She seemed to be Abby's best friend. "I told you he's hot!" exclaimed Abby, letting go of my hand. I sat down to eat, while they all talked. It seemed that they had already eaten, or more likely, they weren't going to eat pizza at all for fear of ruining their diets. I almost snorted, but held it in, and finished my pizza, in silence, as usual.

As soon as we were dismissed to go back to our cabins, I excused myself, and got out of there as fast as possible. All that chatter really gets to me sometimes. When I got back to my cabin, I grabbed my stuff, and changed into my normal black. Thank the lord that the dance is non uniform. After that there was nothing to do but mess up my hair a little. Well, now I have an hour to kill. What ever shall I do? PLAY EXTREAM PING-PONG of course!!!!

(an hour later)

Well that was fun, but now I've got to go back to main camp, and pick up Abby, and go dancing. Oh joy. Iggy and Total are walking up with me, and I've got to help him find Mel. I really don't mind helping him, he really likes Mel, and she seems to really like him too. They will actually make a great couple. Iggy the blind pyro, and Mel the emo cello player. I almost smiled just thinking about it. And it takes a lot to make me smile, or even think about smiling for that matter. I really need to figure out how to apologize to Max.

"You smell nervous, fang-la." Said Iggy. "And you need to stop quoting from Scott Westerfield, Iggy-wa." "fine, but you're giving off nervous vibes, and I can't help but pick them up." "Maybe so, boss." "Now who's quoting? Anyway, you're nervous, and it's my job to reassure you." "Go on, I'm absolutely fascinated by your wisdom." (a/n: note sarcasm)" Fine, I will then, Max loves you, and her song proves it, as long as you follow the plan and are tactful, she'll forgive you. Besides we'll be standing by in case she gets violent." "Thanks, I feelso much better now." "It'll be fine." "Thanks." "No problem."

(at main camp)

When I got to main camp, I started looking for Mel, and instead I found Abby. With her clinging onto my arm, we all set off once again to look for Mel. We found her waiting nervously by the bandstand. She almost sighed with relief when she saw Iggy. She looked amazing. Her cream top looked great with her black mini skirt. I described what she looked like to Iggy. And he beamed. "you don't look too bad yourself." She said noticing his reaction. He reached out and tentatively took her hand, she beamed, and squeezed it back. If he wasn't grinning already he was really grinning now. I turned to look at Abby, but something caught my eye from behind her. It was Max. She looked, well, amazing. She was wearing a black halter top, with long dark jeans. If my jaw could have dropped any further, it would have. Then I saw who was standing next to her. It was Jake. Yes, Jake. That Cello player from the Symphony Orchestra. What was he even doing standing next to her like that? He was holding her hand. Wait, no, she couldn't be going with him… could she? No. Not possible. Right? But it was. They went in together. NOOOOO…..

Max's POV

Well, Jake seemed nice enough. He was polite, natural, and he was nice at least, but we didn't exactly click. I mean, I could get to know him better, but he wasn't Fang. I really missed our late night chats, and flying together, and… and a million other things. We really, well we were a team, and I missed that. But no, he's happy with whats-her-name. I would settle for just being friends again, if only it meant I could hear his voice reassuring me, or backing me up, or see his occasional smile. They really lit up what ever room he happened to be in. Let's face it, I missed him. But I just couldn't bear seeing them together again. I just couldn't. Look, there they were. Holding hands, and now they were slow dancing. Jake came over, and offered me his arm. I accepted it, and he pulled me onto the dance floor. He put his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck. We started to sway to the music. Just then, a picture popped into my head. Of me and Fang doing the exact same thing. Only I was really enjoying it, not like dancing with Jake.