Oh my gosh! I am SOO sorry! I thought I would be able to get this up sooner, but apparently not. I just had a lot going on, and after a while, I kinda forgot *hangs head in shame*. Anyways, I have been reading other fanfictions and there are some VERY good ones out there. Also, for last chapters question, I'm not going to answer since only one person guessed. I wanted to see about how good you think my writing is, so thanks! The end of this chapter is not meant to be a cliffy, so sorry if you think it is! Anyways, one with the story...

Fang pov

We had gotten to the hotel about an hour ago, and Max was still unconscious. Iggy had checked out her injuries and turns out she had two broken ribs, a very bruised side and stomach, and a sprained wrist. He had wrapped them up and put something on them. Now I was sitting next to Max's bed, just staring at her. Guess who was doing the exact same thing from the other side of the bed? If you guessed Elmo, you're wrong and should probably seek immediate therapy and medical attention. Percy was standing, leaning against the wall on the other side. He stared at her too, and with such desire and worry I had to clench my fists and try as hard as I could not to punch him. Why was he even here? They had known each other for less than a day.

Before I could stop it, the question burst out of me: "Why are you even here!? Do you actually care about her, or do you just want something more!?" His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he looked genuinely surprised.

"I'm just worried about Max. She seems like a nice person and I want to make sure she's okay," He said carefully, as if Iwere an animal he was trying not to startle or it would run away. I let out a breathe and muttered something about overreacting. Percy just gave a small smile and nodded.

Why did I keep getting this feeling? I really didn't trust that guy, and I hates the thought of him being around my Max. Wait, MY Max?! When did I start thinking of her that way? And during the movie, when Max had been frightened at a scary scene, I had gotten the same feeling.

The thought struck me suddenly-I was jealous. And why was I jealous, you ask? Because I'm supposed to love Max as a sister, as my best friend. But the thing is, I love her as something more. And it's not just that I love her-I'm IN love with her.

The thought hit me with such force that it might have knocked me out of my chair, if I hadn't looked at the bed. On which Max's eyes had just fluttered open. And guess what the first thing she said was?

Her mouth opened and she whispered...

P.S. Can you guys go check out and review my other fic, Nevermore, if you have time? Thanks,

-L