Disclaimer: Do I look like J.P? No? well you have your answer then.

Author Note: Sorry, I don't really like this chapter, I wanted to make it a bit better, but I couldn't really fit anything else in without ruining it. I wanted to put an eraser attack in, but it didn't work. And I wanted to have Iggy and Mel making out, but you'll have to wait for that, maybe another chapter, or possibly in the sequel when I get around to writing it in. Oh well, you'll have to settle for faxness.

Max's POV

When the music stopped, I sat down before jake could ask for another dance. He offered to get punch, but I declined, and said that I just wanted to rest. Then the next song started. No, not another slow dance, The strains of Swing, swing floated over the dance floor. Reflecting what I wish my feelings were. I wish I could move along (pun intended), but I couldn't he wasn't just someone, he was Fang. And as though reading my thoughts, said person left the dance floor and came over, sitting next to me. Jake looked at me accusingly at me, when he asked to talk to me alone. When we got outside, before he could speak, "so, where's your girlfriend?" I spat. I may like him, but that doesn't mean he's off the hook. " Look Max, Abby's not my girlfriend. She's just… someone." "Oh, like I'll just be someone when you decide that another girl is prettier than me. You are the lowest piece of scum I've ever had the misfortune to meet. First you practically ask me, then you act like you're joking. Then you go and ask some random girl you've never even met before!" "No, Max, listen to me, it's not like that." "Then what is it like?" "When Abby asked me, I was mad at myself for making you think I was joking, and I thought I'd ruined my chances with you. That you'd think I didn't care. And that you'd moved on. So, when she asked, I thought it would make a good opportunity to make you jealous. But instead I broke your heart, and I'm… well, I'm sorry." Then silence, while I thought about what he had said…

(Swing) Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again

The party had piled out of the confines of the building, and onto one of the terraced patios (we were sitting further down the slope). Suddenly, I grinned. "Prove it." As his lips crashed into mine, from somewhere across the lake there came a tremendous BOOM, and fireworks exploded into the sky, bathing the party in colored light. I didn't see any of this, however, as my lips were still locked with Fang's. I won't bore you with details of the make-out secession that ensued, but I will tell you that he is a great kisser. "So, does that mean that you forgive me?" he asked some time later. "What do you think?" I replied, kissing him on the cheek, and getting up. He grinned, "Want to go break up with Jake and Abby?" "sure."

We actually found them (would you believe it?) making out on the edge of the dance floor. When they noticed us standing there (which took a while), "Want to break up?" I helpfully asked. "I was going to ask the same thing" He said smiling sheepishly. "You got it." I said extending my hand. He shook it, and that was the end of that. We (Fang and I) spent the rest of the party together. Mel and Iggy danced until 1:30 am. When the party ended, Mel left Iggy with a kiss on his cheek and we all went back to our cabins.