Its time for some Faxey cuteness. XD Got bored and started to day dream. Came up with this lovely idea. I don't own this song, Taylor Swift does. Beautiful Eyes, is What Fang has.

Max POV

I take in a deep breath, thinking. I can't believe I'm actually gonna do this. I rub my temples before knocking on Fang's bedroom door. The feeling of the wood under my knuckles some how relives my current stress. I know I have to do this, but I'm not scared, just nervous.

"Come in." Fang's voice calls, sounding somewhat distracted. Reaching for the door handel, I turn it and push the door open and peek my head inside. At first glance, the room was abnormally bright, with the curtains drawn to the side that were tied to stay in place. Fang is laying on his bed, his laptop on his lap. I don't have to ask him what he was doing, all he does all day his blog, fly, eat, and sleep...Repeat. And when he decides to socialize with everybody, I have the urge to throw a party for him. "Whats up?" He asks, closing his laptop half way.

" I uh... can I borrow your...uh.." I stutter walking into the room. I close the door behind me softly. Fang is aware of my nervousness, and he pushes the laptop onto the floor and slides it under his bed. Technology completely forgotten.

"Spit it out Max,"He says, teasing me as I stand in front his door, my fingers twirling around the hem of my shirt. I can feel my face flush bright red. I take a slow deep breath and give Fang a smile.

"Can I borrow your guitar?" I ask him quickly, taking a step forward. Fang looks me over wondering what I have planned for his musical instrument. My orange close fitting top that Ella nearly refused for me to borrow, blue-green jeans and socks. Nothing to abnormal about my attire. While Fang himself was in a black shirt and matching jeans.

He blinks, Shrugs and rolls off his bed. "Sure." His walking seems as if he's gliding across the wooden floor. He reaches up for his guitar and handels it with perfect care. I out stretch my left hand to recieve the musical instrument, but Fang doesn't let me hold it. "What are you going to do with it?" He asks me smugly, keeping his instrument out of my reach.

I roll my eyes in reply. " Well, first I'm gonna smash it over your head. Then I'm gonna try to play you song, Stupid." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. Fang seems amused with my reaction, hands his object over to me. I grab it, and stalk over to a chair near his closet. With one foot on the chair, the other tip-toed on the floor, I manage to balance the musical device in my lap.

"Your holding it wrong." Fang says, smirking the whole way. Even if I was tempted to cast a glare down at him, I gave him a mockingly smile. Nod my head a few times and fix its stance.

"Is this better, Prince of Rudeness?" I ask him sarcasically, the one language I was fleuent in besides english and at times, gibberish.

"Yes it is. My Queen." says Fang, leaning back on his forearms on his bed, contuinuing his smirk. I glare at him as I stand up, holidng the Guitar by its tall thin part, white knuckled.

"I don't even know why I'm doing this." I say as I thrust the guitar towards Fang, the peice of wood and wire makes a strange sound as Fang cathes it and places it on his bed. I turn to leave, my fists clenched at my side. My hand is on the door knob, about to turn it to yank it open, bUt a strong warm hand wraps around my wrist.

"Don't go." was the phrase that was whispered into my ear. A cold shiver races down my spine, how could I refuse that irrestible voice? I swalllow, trying to push fast paced thoughts out of my mind. I feel my head nod as I turn to take my seat.

"Just promise to not laugh." I mutter, getting back into postion. Fang grins my kind of grin as he sits back down on his bed, fully intrested on what I was about to do. I take a deep breath and strum the guitar, keeping my eyes focused on the wires as my fingers dance across them. Making music somehow, someway.

"Your beautiful eyes
Stare right into my eyes
and sometimes I think of you late at night.
I don't know why.
i want to be somewhere where you are.
I want to be where..."

I feel myself glance up at Fang, Having our eyes lock nearly made me stumble my words together, But I held strong, as I contuined on.

"You're here, You're eyes are looking into mine.
So baby, make me fly.
My heart has never felt this way before.
I'm looking through your,
I'm looking through your eyes."

My mouth had to pull at the corners for how... Perfect it was. One, His eyes were looking into mine. And for numero two, Fang cn make me fly. But as my heart was beating, I had to read between the lines as I concentrated on the song and on Fangs emotions. I take in a breath before I start to sing once more, not caring if I really had a horrible voice. I might as well sing as a banshee when I'm finished.

"I wake up, I'm alive.
In only a little while...I cry.
Cause you're my lullaby.
So baby come hold me tight cause I-I
I want to be everything you need.
I want to be where..."

Once I was finished with the second verse, my lips and vocal cords made thier way to sing the chorus once more. Fang's face was paling. Not knowing of it was a good sign or not, I kept singing, slowing until I was just speaking, talking.

"Just as long as you're mine,
I'll be you're everything tonight.
Let me love you, kiss you
Oh, baby let me miss you.
Let me see your,
Dream about,
Dream about,
Dream about your eyes.
Eyes, Eyes...Beautiful... eyes."

I stopped playing, my voice dropping into quietness, scared to whether look up, or just bolt in a dead run. Was the window unlocked so I could just jump out and fly off? Would I be fast enough? Or was Fang just as nervous as I was? I set the guitar out of my way, standing up without knowledge towards it. Fang's voice breaks my thoughts.

"We do you think your going? Dream about my 'Beautiful Eyes'?" He asks, teasingly.

I laugh out loud, not bothering to hide it. "You got that right."