Helloz my fellow readers. Thank you very much to all of you who've been reviewing my story. You guys totally rock! (holds thumbs up) LOL. Anyway, I hope y'all like this chapter. I think it'd be better if I wrote it when I'm in Oxnard with my grandparents since Ventura's like Oxnard's next door neighbor and I'll get a better memory of where everything's at and what they have, but then I'd have to wait until I actually go to Oxnard and then wait until the weekend when my family's all together and we start going shopping in Ventura. That would take a good week or so, and I don't think you guys would appreciate waiting a whole week for me to update. (Always gotta think of the readers first! ) So, here's the eighteenth chapter. I hope you enjoy it and I hope I write it as good as I want to.

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I looked at the chocolate dipped, double-fudge with whipped cream, sprinkles, nuts, and a cherry on top sundae with a red spoon sticking out of it with my brown eyes and blinked twice in disarrangement.

"Surprise!" Fang smiled in a un-Fanglike manner that, I had to say, creep me out a little. "I heard your stomach growling, and since it's kind of hot outside, I figured you'd like a nice, yummy sundae," he said, handing the sundae to me, looking at me with his dark eyes sparkling sort of childishly.

"Um—thank, you," I said, grabbing the sundae, but kept my gaze on Fang. "Uh, are you okay, Fang?"

Fang gave me a blank look, cocking his head slightly and blinking twice. Okay, even I had to admit that they way he did that was sort of cute. (A/N: Picture one of those little, chibi kids with big eyes doing something like that. –gives off girlish squeal –)

"What do you mean, Max?" he asked. "Can't someone like me do something nice for some as smart, nice, and pretty as you?" he asked, swinging a little with every word he said, that creepy smile never leaving his lips. Well, it wasn't creepy per say, but it was very unusual for me—or anyone who's ever known Fang—to see him smiling. Let alone act like a freakin' happy little child!

I felt my right eye twitch. Did he just call me 'pretty'? And smart? And nice. . . And pretty!?

Fang's Point Of View

God, I feel like a freakin' five-year-old acting this way. But that's the whole point. Max is going to be mine no matter what, and what better way to win a girl's heart by acting cute, innocent, and adorable? This has to work. It's fool proof!

Fang's thoughts

"Do you like your ice-cream, Max?" Fang asked in his little, innocent tone.

Max took a big bite of her sundae and simply melted into tears of happiness. "Oh, Fang! This sundae is so yummy!"

Fang smiled cutely and pointed at himself with his right thumb, this time, dropping the cute act and acting like a little boy trying to be tough, but still managed to look cute. "I got it for a good price too. Only the best for you, Max."

Max looked at Fang and couldn't help but squeal in delight, tackling the dark, winged boy in a fierce glomp. "Oh, you're so adorable when you act like this!" she screamed, nuzzling her head against his chest for a while before looking back up at him. "I never knew you could act this adorable, Fang."

Fang smiled, not a cute, little kid smile, but a hot, smexy grin, making Max blush slightly and turn away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, cuffing her chin and making her turn his way.

Max was silent for a while, looking down to avoid eye-contact with Fang. "It's just—you're face . . . I—I never knew you could look so . . . so, hot, either."

A cold chill went up Max's spine when she felt Fang's hand move from Max's chin to up her right cheek, caressing it gently before he looked deeply into her brown eyes.

"You know," he said, his eyes locked onto Max's, the serious look on his face making Max simply melt into a puddle. "I never knew you could look so cute when you act embarrassed like that. It, make me want to—"

And with that, Fang began moving his lips closer and closer towards Max's, titling his head slightly and moving his hand from Max's cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her head closer to his until their lips connected in sweet, passionate kiss.

End of Fang's thoughts

Hehe. In your FACE, Miles!

Back To Max's Point Of View

I looked at Fang, the cute, small smile on his face that he was making earlier seemed to disappear and now he was grinning and chuckling slightly.

What the heck?

"Max!"

I turned, looking at Angel and Mini pointing excitedly at a red banner with reefs and candy canes painted on it. I walked towards the banner to get a better look at it and saw the red words painted on it.

VENTURA CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL

DECEMBER 21

10:00 am – 5:00 pm

WITH ENTERTAINMENT FROM SIMPLE PLAN!

"Oh, man! I love Simple Plan!" Miles exclaimed, clenching his fist in front of his chest while he looked at the sign with his eyes bursting with enthusiasm. He looked at me and quickly grabbed my arms and started shaking my body slightly. "Max! We! Have! To! Go! To! This! Festival! SIMPLE PLAN'S GONNA BE THERE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

I felt my entire world spinning, my head feeling like my brain just got disconnected from its cords and bouncing all around the inside of my head. I shook my head slightly and looked back up at Miles, who was breathing heavy and had his dark eyes completely locked on me, wide as trashcan bins. Geeze. Never knew Miles was such a fanatic with Simple Plan.

"Oh, Max, can we go to this festival?" Nudge asked. "It'd be so much fun and there's gonna be games, food, and a whole punch of stuff people are going to be selling."

Dash merely whimpered in delight when he heard Nudge say food. "Oh, man, I can only imagine the amazing food they're gonna have for this festival."

Gasman smiled. "Yeah, like kettle corn, churro's, funnel cake, smoothies. Ohhh." He started drooling. (A/N: if you ever go to Ventura and they're having a little festival-type thing, you've gotta try their funnel cake. Oh, God, I'm drooling all over my keyboard just thinking about the last time I had it.)

I looked over at the younger kids and then looked back at Miles, who still had his hands on my shoulders and a look on his face like he just had a spasm. What day was it? The 20th? And what day did we say we were going to the School? The 13th, which was a good week ago. It's been seven days and we're not even close to the School? At this rate, it'll take us a whole month until we finally arrive at the School! And we had to 'reason' with Jeb and Ari and make sure Miles and his flock will be safe. We can't wait any longer.

"Max."

My train of thought was broken when Miles said my name. I looked up at him and saw the serious, yet, soft look in his dark eyes as he loosened his grip a little on my shoulders.

"Please, Max. I understand it's been taking us a while to get to the School, but this is Simple Plan we're talking about. And besides, my flock and I don't really have this much fun or do things like this on a regular basis. Usually, we're too busy doing what we can to provide food and shelter. Please, Max. I'm begging you. Let's just stay for the festival and then we'll go straight to the School after that. Please," he begged, giving me the 'Bambie Eyes'.

Man! How many people know how to do that trick?!

I mumbled, trying to tear my gaze away from Miles, but my words beat me to it by saying we could stay for the festival.

Way to focus on getting to the School, Maxsaid the Voice.

Shut up, I snapped at it.

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"You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" Dashes mocked in a sing-song tone while the younger kids tried chasing after him, but were getting absolutely nowhere.

"Dash! That's not fair! You're cheating!" Mini yelled, while she and Angel stopped to take a breath. I smiled, watching as Dash stopped next Gasman to give him a high five until Miles came up from behind him and tackled him into the sand. Kat began cheering for Miles as him and Dash began wrestling while Nudge and the younger girls rolled their eyes and figured going for a swim in the beach water would be a lot more fun than watching the boys wrestling. Iggy and Conner both stood a little farther away from the rest of the boys, Conner looking over at Miles and Dash wrestling and giving Iggy the play-by-play on what was happening.

"Surprise!"

I looked over to see Fang standing behind me with an X-large cup of lemonade in his hands that he probably bought at the fish restaurant on top of the Ventura pier. What was up with him and buying me stuff lately?

"I thought you might be a little thirsty," he told me, sitting down next to me on the sandy ground and handing me the cup of lemonade.

"Thanks," I said, setting the cup aside and looking at him. "Alright, Fang. I want to know what's up with you. Why are you suddenly being scary nice to me and why do you keep on buying me stuff? And why do you keep on acting like you're suddenly a year younger than Angel and Mini?"

The cute smile on Fang's face suddenly fell into a small frown. He looked at me for a second and then turned away, avoiding eye-contact with me. He was silent and didn't say anything at all for about a couple of seconds or so, which got me thinking on what was going on through his mind.

"Fang. Are you okay?" I asked, trying to see if I could get a look at his face.

"No. I mean, I'm fine," he told me, grabbing a small rock he found next to him. He examined the rock and then threw it over at the ocean, watching as it hit the water and got sucked into a wave.

"Are you sure?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow. "I mean, ever since Miles and his flock started traveling with us, you've been acting really strange. Now, I know you said that you and Miles were both friends and enemies, but you guys seem to be acting more like enemies than friends. I mean, you keep on giving Miles the cold shoulder and treat him like he's crap and he keeps on teasing and mocking you. But, on the other hand, back at Eraser Jane's house, when you were hurt, you guys' usual moods towards each other seemed to change and you started acting like you were close buddies. I want to know what's going on between you two. Are you guys considered more like friends or more like enemies, because I don't think it's possible to be both, no matter what they say on 'Naruto'?"

Fang looked at me and cocked his eyebrow. I probably knew what he was thinking. When did the subject suddenly get switched to 'Naruto'? Oh, well. My question was more pointed on what him and Miles were which I really hope he would answer. And if he didn't, I'll beat it out of him or start asking Miles about their relationship.

Fang's look on confusion then turned to one of his famous, serious looks. He still avoided eye-contact from me, as he looked down at the ground as if trying to find the right words to say to me.

"The relationship Miles and I have goes back to when we were kids. We use to be really close friends, but someone came between us and we lost our friendship. A while after Jeb helped us escape from the school is when we stopped talking to each other and basically forgot about each other. Until today."

I looked at him, trying really hard to see his face but couldn't since he was looking down at the ground, making his bangs shower over his eyes a little like a curtain. But it didn't take a genius to realize that Fang was acting serious here, by the emotionless in his voice.

"Who was it that broke you guys up?" I asked, ignoring the small chuckling coming from the Voice. I didn't mean 'break up' in that way!

Fang pressed his lips together, still avoiding eye-contact from me before he looked away slightly. "It's just something between Miles and me. Something both of us really wanted but probably could never have." He managed to look up at me, putting his hand behind his neck and rubbing it nervously. "Let's just say, it's kind of a romance thing."

AHA!!!

What, aha?

This proves it!

Proves what?

That Fang and Miles are gay for each other!

Oh, God. How long are you going to be on this insane theory?

Until I prove to you that it's true, which it has to be after the information Fang just gave us.

How does it prove that they're gay for each other by them losing their relationship over something they both wanted but couldn't have?

Simple. They both wanted the love for each other but couldn't have it because they were just two mere children and thought that being in love with each other wasn't a good thing since they were both boys. Desperate for making their love for each other grow, one of them probably cracked and wanted to start a relationship really badly, but the other thought it just wasn't okay. So, they got into an argument and before they could apologize to one another, Fang left with you and the rest of the flock, leaving Miles heartbroken.

I felt my right eye twitch in complete annoying, keeping myself from banging my head against the legs of the pier as hard as I could until I started leaking brain juice. Where the HELL did you get an IDIOTIC story like THAT!?

The wonderful world of soap opera's.

I raised my eyebrow in disarrangement. But I don't watch soap opera's.

So?

Aren't you, like, in my head

I still don't see your point.

I smacked my head into my hands, shaking it back and forth and resisting the urge to scream out loud. God, have mercy on me.

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Geeze, this chapter was totally random. I'm sorry about that. Apparently, cheesy puffs make me lose my sense of—well, making sense. I'm also sorry about Fang's cheesy thought, but I guess if it makes you happy, you could consider that as fluff. Thanks for reading and don't forget to write reviews! (I won't post another chapter until I've reached at least 100 reviews!) BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! (clears throat) That shouldn't be too hard though, since I'm really close to reach 100. It's up to you readers! Peace out!