"Fang, we need to talk." I had said not even 30 minutes ago. "And no more bull crap about you having to update your blog!"

I practically scream that last part. I didn't mean to be so loud but I was beyond angry. Fang always thought that just because

he's emotionless, everyone else is too! How could I like him? I hated myself for knowing the answer. He's smart, can be kind, strong,

fearless and gorgeous. Great, I'm finally going mad. Listing things about what I like about Fang is not helping me become happier.

Fang looked up from the ground he'd been stating at. His laptop was open in his lap. It was on his blog page. Apparently, he'd been

updating it before I came in. Well, too bad. He'd just have to wait. People wouldn't die without his 'amazing words' in the next five minutes

if they didn't see a new post. "What is there to talk about?" He asked. His voice was flat. "If I'm assuming right, it's about you and me?" A rhetorical question.

"As a matter of fact, it is." I said. Staring into his deep eyes, I saw the usual... nothing. Not even a hint to what he was feeling.

What a corn dog. "You keep saying there's an us and that there always will be?"

We were both silent for a minute.

"You know how I feel Max, just as you have pointed out. You just NEVER seem to get it. You say you love me, yet you always run when I try

to kiss you. You say there's no us, but when I act friendly towards another girl, you get jealous." He paused. "Just make up your mind."

Ok, so it would have been nice for my voice/Jeb to say something like, I don't know, 'Maximum, you don't need Fang.' It had hinted that before.

Instead, I threw myself at Fang, kissing him with everything I've got. And you know what? It was great. It could have been greater though, if Gazzy hadn't walked in with Total.