Soo…guess what? MY FREAKING COMPUTER GOT A FREAKING VIRUS…..THIS IS THE EIGHTH ONE! That's why I couldn't update! I've even had this chapter DONE for a while! But NOOOO my computer decided to be a freaking poop and get a virus!

It's so very depressing…my poor, sweet laptop…it's a veteran to virus's now…

*Cue awkward throat clearing nose*

Anyways…

Hello my dear sweet readers! I love you all so much! It's so very true…I just want you all to know right now that I am NEVER going to give up on this story. NEVER EVER! I WILL finish it.

…Someday…

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Chapter 6

"Home sweet home." I muttered as I dropped my bags on the ground. I stepped inside my house, although it felt almost foreign, like I wasn't my home anymore. Shaking out my wet hair, I stepped out of my wet boots and took off my drenched black leather jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger.

"Fang!"

I only had time to blink before I was attacked by a skinny blonde bean pole.

"Hey Ig." I mumbled as I returned his very aggressive hug, "How are you?"

He pulled away from me and smiled, "Great! But how are you, Mr. Hotshot?"

I rolled my eyes as I walked towards the kitchen.

"I mean, my brother," He continued, putting his arm around my shoulder with his other hand on his chest, "A superstar! World-wide tourist! Making millions!"

"Iggy, I haven't made millions." I stated as I finally shrugged off his arm and opened the fridge to get a soda.

"But still! You probably have Justin Bieber's number…am I right?" He has this creepy, dreamy gaze in his eyes as he set his head in his hands that were propped on the countertop by his elbows.

I sighed and shook my head before taking a sip of my coke.

"Dang…"

"Where the rents at?" I asked him, just realizing that my parents hadn't been at the door for my little welcome back party.

Iggy shrugged, "I don't know. They left a week ago to…Florida? California? I don't know, somewhere between the two…"

"Bro… most of the Continental U.S is between Florida and California."

Iggy smirked and winked, "Exactly my friend."

I shook my head, "Well do you know when they're coming back?" I asked.

"Nope."

Good job, Ig. Quite the little helper you are.

I finished the coke and chunked it in the trash bin. "Well I'm going to get my stuff and then unpack."

The Igster just nodded and looked at the marble countertop with a perplexed expression on his face. Not something you usually see in this world…only on rare occasions.

I grabbed my bags where they still laid in the front hall and slung them over my shoulders. I was just about to make it up the first stair when Iggy's voice stopped me.

"Hey," he hesitated before speaking again, "I just thought of this. How is it that you are able to stay?"

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

He hopped off the bar stool to lean against the counter, "You know, how is it that you can stay and not continue the tour? I thought you have to be in Texas in two days?"

Knowing that this was going to take a while to explain, I dropped my bags to the ground and sat on the first step of the stair care. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. It took me a minute to think of the words to say to Iggy. The situation was sticky and Larry was very pissed off by the end of our conversation…

Flashback

"I'm done."

Larry looked up from the papers in his hands, surprised, and blinked once. "What?"

I fidgeted with the strap of my bag over my shoulder, "I'm done. I quit. For a while at least."

Larry frowned and slowly stood up from the couch he was sitting on.

We were backstage. After I finally shook myself out of my state of shock on the stage, I immediately went to the back dressing room where Larry sat organizing papers. I had to convince him to let me stay here.

"I don't think you understand our deal." Larry said slowly, carefully. Like he was trying to be nice about it but there was an underlying meaning of authority and power, "You're in this band. You signed a contract. You can't just bail because you're still hung over your ex. You-"

"I don't think you understand." I interrupted him. My voice was formal, all business, "I made an agreement to be in this band for four months. Then suddenly those four months turned into five, then six, and now on the seventh month, and I'm done."

He didn't seem to know what to do at first so he tried to laugh it off, "Come now Fang," He said in a cheery voice. He walked around the little coffee table towards me, "This is just a little phase. A bump in the road if you'd like. Soon you'll be over it and we'll be on with the next thing. Don't let this stop you when you're so close to the top. I know that you changed the song lineup today to try to get her back…which obviously didn't work, but that's okay! This…"

He continued to babble on and on about how "I'm just going through a phase," and "I'll be over it soon." On and on and on and on.

I felt my anger start to boil and had to close my eyes to try to calm myself.

"I understand this concert was hard for you, but you're going to have to move forward."

I ran my free hand roughly though my hair and down my face, my frustration growing.

"For all you know she's moved on-"

"Enough!" I yelled finally. I couldn't take his talking anymore.

He looked taken back that I had raised my voice at him. I've never yelled at him like this before.

"I'm tired." I said slowly in a low voice with my teeth clenched tightly and my eyes still closed, "I'm tired of pretending that I don't care. I'm tired of running away. I loved her!" I shouted, letting my voice rise in volume again. I had to take a couple deep breaths to calm myself again before I spoke. "I still love her, and I'm tired of acting like a kid and pretending that everything's okay." After I rearranged my bag on my shoulder I spoke in a final tone, "Because nothing is ever going to be okay until I have her again." I turned around and walked towards the door.

"There will be other girls, Fang." Larry tried. His voice was wary but you could tell that he was fuming.

"Not for me." I whispered loud enough for him to ear and then slammed the door behind me as I left.

End Flashback

Iggy was silent after I told him the whole story. He looked down at the floor while rubbing his chin in deep thought. Then he finally spoke in all seriousness, "That was probably the most awesome dramatic exit scene I have ever heard of in my entire life!"

I paused for a moment but then couldn't help but break into a smile and give a little chuckle.

Only Iggy.

I grabbed my bags from the ground again and turned to walk up the stairs.

"So you really do still love her?"

I paused mid-step and turned around to look at my brother. "I always have. She's the one for me you know? She's it."

Iggy nodded slowly, "Well, you better find a way to convince her that that's true, because it's going to be a long, rough road."

"I know. I thought the concert might help, but that didn't work. I think it just made it worse…" My heart ached a little at the thought.

Iggy gave a little chuckle, "Come on Fangles. Do you even know Max? A couple of love-songs and 'I'm sorry' isn't going to cut it with her. She's the most stubborn person in the entire universe!"

"Yeah…" I looked down at the carpet staircase with a tiny grin. I thought of all the times she was being her stubborn self. The memories just started filling my head and I wished that I could relive them.

"You'll figure something out." Iggy tried to reassure me.

Yeah...hopefully.

I didn't know what to say so I nodded once before heading upstairs.

Once I got situated and everything was unpacked I laid on my bed with my arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

I have no idea how I'm going to get Max back. Well, try to get her back. I broke her heart.

Shattered it, then ran over the pieces with a bulldozer, burned those pieces, and then stomped on top of the ashes.

I sighed and rolled over to my side to where I was facing my window. Grinning, I thought of the time Max climbed into my window and sang her heart out to me. That was the first time I realized how much I truly was in love with her. I realized that she was the one that I wanted for the rest of my life. No other girl.

And now she's gone.

Sleep has never come easy to me. It seems to just mock me as I lay awake for endless hours in bed thinking of a million different ways to fall asleep. So, I wasn't surprised when I found myself getting out of my nice, warm bed and walking towards the music room down the hall. It's where I used to go whenever I couldn't sleep and needed to pass by the time.

The room was cold as I entered it, and it seemed so dark and gloomy, like no one had been here in a long time. No one probably had. Iggy's been playing basketball 24/7 and the rents are always gone on some trip of theirs.

I felt almost bad for this music room. It's so high-tech and amazing that it deserves to have music played in it.

God Fang, you need to sleep. Soon you'll be thinking that couches don't like it when you sit in them…

I sat down at the shiny, black piano and slowly opened it to reveal the black and white keys. As I gently ran my fingers across the keys I tried to recall the last time I had played it. It hadn't been for a while. Heck, the last time I stepped into this room was when the band was trying to rehearse for the IMusic competition, and we just ended up goofing off with Asher and Iggy singing some song about becoming rich. I grinned at the memory and started playing a soft melody. It started to come together a little more and more, and soon I was playing a whole piece. I paused my playing, replaying the melody in my head over and over. When I finally had it memorized I started playing it again, and then I began to sing.

(A/N: The Hardest Thing by Tyler Ward. FREAKING. LOVE. THIS. SONG.)

A still framed photograph of you, and me together.
It's all I have of me and you anymore.

I frowned at the sullen tone in my voice. I tried to swallow away the depressing feeling that was sitting in the bottom of my stomach.

We were so in love and we thought it'd last forever.
But in the storm, we were torn.

I sang loudly and closed my eyes.

And I won't forget you, don't regret you. And the hardest thing I've had to do is live without you.
And I wonder why we both walked away.

Why did we walk away? We had a chance. Right there in front of us! And I ruined it.

I'm lost without you, still crazy for you.
Just turn around, come back because your smile is overdue
And I miss, I miss you.

I freaking miss you Max. So, so much.

If I'd only knew the words to say that would make you turn around (turn around)
I'd say those words to you more than a million times.

A billion, trillion times. As many as it would take. I just need you to know how much I miss you.

It's been forever, but that hasn't changed what you mean to me.
Darling can't you see?

I closed my eyes as I let the sound of the piano take control of me, and I pounded harder on the keys as the volume in my voice grew louder.

That I won't forget you, don't regret you. And the hardest thing I've had to do is live without you.
And I wonder why we both walked away (We walked away)
I'm lost without you, still crazy for you.
Just turn around, come back because your smile is overdue
And I miss, I miss you.

I let my fingertips lightly dance across the keys. I sang softer as my voice went higher in pitch. My eyes closed and I shook my head to the melody.

I'm sorry for all I did, what I said and things I hid.
I'm finally over me.
Is that too late for you?

Please don't let it be too late. I need another chance.

I can't imagine where I'd be
If you had never rescued me
You gave me hope to live, and I need you.
Yes I need you.

I slammed down on the keys, my fingers moving faster and faster on their own accord. I stared in front of me, barely conscious of my playing, and tried to concentrate on not letting the moisture in my eyes build.

And I won't forget you, don't regret you. And the hardest thing I've had to do is live without you.
And I wonder why we both walked away. (Walked away)
I'm lost without you, still crazy for you.
Just turn around, come back because your smile is overdue
And I miss, I miss you.

Playing an ending tune, I let the song finally drift to a close. I sat there with my arms at my sides, just hanging there, feeling more depressed than ever.

God Fang, you're really are losing it.

I sniffed a little before straightening my back and blinking away the liquid in my eyes.

Okay, I've got to focus. I've got to figure out how to get her back and I'm not going to get anywhere if I just continue to mope around writing depressing love songs all day.

Closing the piano with a determined expression, I stood up and turned around, only to freeze and stare at the figure in the doorway.

He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and was staring at me with a slight frown on his face. He opened his mouth but no words came out, almost like he was choosing what he said very carefully.

"Whatever you have planned," Iggy started. His expression was the most serious one I have ever seen on his pale face, "I just want you to know that I'm in; all the way. I'm here for you, bro."

I continued to look at him for a second longer before nodding slowly, "Okay, thanks."

He gave me a signature Iggy grin before pushing himself off the doorframe and walking away.

A small chunk of the weight on my shoulders was suddenly lifted as he left. I felt better than I had in a long time.

Now all I just need to do is get rid of the rest of the weight that's weighing me down.

Sorry for being so depressing. And SO OOC. But just think of this as another Fang who is so depressed and unhappy that he needs wonderful reviews to get him happy and his normal cheerful self! Yeah…sounds like a swell plan!

The next chapter may or may not be in Max's POV…not sure yet. But hopefully I'll be getting it out sooner. :)

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-SarahBelle-