The songs at the beginning of each chapter will hint at what happens during the chapter. Enjoy!

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Hey boy where do you get it from
Hey boy where did you go ?
I learned my passion in the good old
Fashioned school of loverboys

-Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy By Queen

I closed the door to my room and started to pace. Did I really like Fang like that? Sure it was nice to kiss him and everything but did I want to be his girlfriend or mate or person or whatever you wanted to call it? (A/N Just because you'd like to kiss someone and you eventually do doesn't mean you are in a "courtship". Just had to say that. I'm a pessimist or a cynical person or whatever you want to call it.) Maybe. I wasn't too sure. But did he want to? I let myself become engulfed in my thoughts and pacing. I didn't the door open and close. This was happening a lot recently.

I felt Fang wrap his arms around my waist (A/N I've noticed a lot of authors mix up waste and waist. No offense whenever I see that I can't help but giggle like a 6 year-old. Fang touched Max's poop? Eeeeeew.) I felt his breath on my neck and it made me slightly dizzy.

"Hey...?" I said uneasily. I didn't like that fluttery feeling I got with him so close. He chuckled softly at the uncertainty in my voice. Fang had laughed and smiled more in the past day than I had seen my entire life. Was it because of...me? He kissed the back of my neck. "Shouldn't...you, uh...go give Nudge the, uh, iPod?" I stuttered. I felt his smirk on my skin.

"I gave it to her before I came in here. Are you trying to get rid of me, Max?" He teased.

"...Not. Really?" He turned me around. He gave me a serious look but I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"Now, Max. Not really? Don't sound too sure there. I think I should convince you." I tried to gain control of myself.

"Maybe you just want to kiss me and your tip-toeing around it. You're just chicken." Wait, did I just practically dare him to kiss mw? What's wrong with me. He grinned mischievously.

"Maybe," he replied. He pressed his lips to mine. Come on, Max. Gain control. You're stronger than this. But apparently, I wasn't. I gave in almost instantly. Before I could get too into it, though, he pulled back. "We should talk first." What? Talk? I didn't want to talk. I wanted to kiss him. And since when did he want to talk? I was usually the one that wanted to talk. He sat me on the bed. "Do you like me?" He asked. Wow, he got right down to business. Then again, he was still Fang. He wasn't really one for small talk.

"Do you?" I replied.

"Yes." He didn't even hesitate.

"I like you too." I realized that I did. Hm. I guess when it comes down to it, you don't really need to analyze it.

"Good." Suddenly, his mood was teasing again. He sat next to me on the bed and took my hand and drew little lines with his thumb. "It's late. You should sleep.'

"Hey! Who died and made you leader? YOU go to bed." He smirked. He rubbed my back in between my wings. I felt myself relax.

"You look wiped. You should get some rest. You never sleep."

"I'm fine. Besides, the flock should be in bed before me," I objected meekly. He was right. I haven't really gotten a full nights sleep in a few years.

"They're in their rooms with orders to be in bed in 15 minutes or to face my wrath."

"But-."

"Shut up and get some sleep." He rubbed the length of my back and was slowly-so slowly I didn't realize it- leaning me back towards my pillow. I felt him lie down next to me, still rubbing my back. I felt myself fall into the first good sleep I'd gotten in a while.

Awww. Who knew Fang could be a good old fashioned lover boy? Thought I'd make this one a little sweeter than the other chapters. Tell me what you think.

Peace and Love and Sweet Romantic Guys,

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