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Day 7: July 8, 2010

Max POV

OK, the interrogation last night was not what I expected.

Usually when Mom interrogates a boyfriend of mine, they end up bursting to tears and crying out for their mommy. I always end up breaking up with them. Besides, who wants a crybaby for a boyfriend?

But Fang's interrogation was pretty unusual.

After dinner (Mom made pot roast with gravy) last night, Fang went back to his car to get my book. Then, we went up to my room.

We started a conversation.

He lied down on my bed and continued reading the book. I grabbed my iPad, lied down in the oppposite way he did, and also read the book I was reading. It's called Kiss Me, Kill Me by Laurie Henderson. It's an interesting book since the main character, Scarlett, ends up being a suspect for killing the guy she, first and last, kissed. She didn't really do it.

I glanced at Fang. It's hard to ignore his exterior.

His hair is really dark and it's really messy. He has bangs and he constantly ruffles his hair. I think it's a mannerism of his. His hair isn't that long; it stops at the very bottom of his earlobe. He also has dark eyes. When you look at a distance, his eyes are, I think, black. Then when you lean closer, they're actually dark brown. He has unusually long lashes. Angular cheekbones, straight nose and a pair of normal lips that never smile ties it all together. Oh, and he's really tall. Over six feet.

All in all, he's everything my dream guy would be. Tall, dark and handsome. I have always been a sucker for dark-haired guys.

Downside, he doesn't talk much. It's a good trait, though. That way, I won't get to hear guys whine about their lives.

Fang also blends in easily. He doesn't stand out. If that day isn't windy. Because if it is, a lot of girls will see his face and then they will start swooning and sighing and crowd around him. He hates it.

Speaking of hate, he also hates needles and cages. I don't know why. He said it's some childhood tragedy or something.

Fang noticed that I was staring at him for almost ten minutes now. He rose an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just studying you." I sat up and brought up my knees.

"It's getting uncomfortable, you know." He licked his finger and turned a page.

My door opened and Mom came in. She sat on my chair-that-is-so-soft-and-Ella-wants-it-so-bad. She clapped her hands. I jumped and faced at her. Fang didn't look up from his book. (Technically, it's my book. I lent it to him.)

"So, Fang," Mom started. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Fang answered without looking up.

"Do you have a part-time job?"

Fang nodded. He flipped the next page.

"What is it?"

"I'm a cashier in a shop that sells surfboards."

Mom nodded. "Oh. What college are you attending this fall?"

"Princeton."

Mom rose her eyebrows in shock. I just shook my head. "What degree are you getting?"

"IT."

"IT?"

"Information Technology."

"Ah. Computer stuff?"

Fang nodded.

Mom cleared her throat. "What's your GPA?"

"4.0."

"You graduated with a 4.0 GPA?" I asked Fang. He just nodded. "Wow."

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

Fang shrugged. He flipped the next page. "I lost count during eighth grade."

Mom gaped at me. Then she asked THE question.

"Are you a virgin?"

I stared at Fang.

Is he? Is he? IS HE?

He shook his head.

My jaw dropped and I forgot to breathe.

Mom shot up from my chair.

"What?" Mom shouted.

Finally, Fang looked up from my book. "I thought you asked 'Do you have bird genes?'. That's why I shook my head."

Mom sighed loudly. I remembered to breathe.

Mom asked Fang again. "Are you a virgin?"

Fang cocked an eyebrow. "Whatever suits you." He went back to reading my book.

I glanced at Mom. She was mumbling as she left my room. I heard her say over and over again, "He's a virgin. He's a virgin. He's a virgin."

As soon as Mom left my room, I burst out laughing.

Fang stared at me. "What?"

"Really? 'Do you have bird genes?' That's not even close to the real question!"

Fang shrugged. I turned serious. "Are you really a virgin?"

"What do you think?"

When Fang left my house yesterday, his question haunted me.

I had nightmares.

I don't know if he's a virgin or not!

One of the things I hate about him.

His answers, sometimes, are cryptic.

Like this one.

OK. Today. July 8, 2010.

I'm currently working my shift in my part-time job. I'm a waitress in this cafe I used to go when I was in highschool, Effervescence. They make a hell of a cheesecake. My boss pays me the right amount and, get this, they give away a whole cheesecake to the one who they think did their best everyday.

I'm crossing my fingers. I'm craving that cheesecake right now.

I fix my ponytail; a customer calls for me.

"Hi. What can I get you?" I take out my small notepad and clicked my pen.

"A cup of cappuccino and a slice of pecan pie."

I scribble it down. "Is that it?"

"Yes." The customer hands me the menu. I smile at him. He blushes.

I hand the order to J.J., also an employee in this cafe. She's been like a best friend to me.

She looks at the order. "Cappuccino? Hm. Pecan pie. He's right on time. A new one's coming out."

I roll my eyes. "Just bring it."

Two minutes later, J.J. hands me the order and I bring it to my customer.

"Here you go. Enjoy!" I smile at him again. He blushes and hides his face. I just smirk.

I glance at the clock. Five more minutes and my shift is over. I went to the back room and removed my apron. I sit down on one of the plush loveseats. I crane my neck and rested my head on my arm.

The bells attached in the door rang. I knew a customer entered.

"J.J.! Can you get that for me?" I yell to J.J.

"Sure thing!" J.J. yells back.

I close my eyes. J.J. came barging in.

"Max! Can you bring the order to my customer? I really have to pee!"

I shake my head and sighed. "Fine. Table number?"

"Five!" J.J. runs to the bathroom. That girl has the bladder of a squirrel.

I leave the back room and put on my apron again. The order is already out. Yeah, I'll just have to bring it then.

I pick up the tray and walked to table five.

"Here's your order. Anything else-"

"Max?"

"Fang?"

"What are you doing here?" Fang asks me with wide eyes.

"I work here! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to try the cheesecake."

I cock a brow. "Is that all?"

Fang crooked a finger. I lean down. "Lissa's stalking me. I have to get rid of her."

I roll my eyes. "Don't worry. My shift's over, anyway." I turn around.

Fang grab my wrist. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For interrupting your sleep."

"How did you-"

"July 4? Remember?"

"Oh. Right. Be right back."

I remove my apron and toss it on the loveseat. "J.J.!" I call out. "My shift's over! It's your turn!"

J.J. comes out of the bathroom. "Where are you going now?"

"I kinda have a date." I nibble my lower lip.

"You what?" J.J. rushes in front of me. "Where? When? Who?"

"Here. Today. With your customer."

J.J. scrunches her face. "My customer? You mean that hot guy with the Robert Pattinson dark hair?"

"His hair is not like Robert Pattinson's!"

"It is too! Wait. You have a date with him? Now?" I nodded. "Now now? Are you kidding me?" I shake my head. "Wow, you work fast. I was going to ask him is he's free tonight."

I glare at her. "He's my boyfriend."

Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "WHAT? You've been going out with him this whole time? You didn't tell me? How can you not tell me?"

I shrug. "We've only been dating for a week! Besides, I was going to tell you."

She holds up the hand. "When? Like, ten years from now?"

I shake my head at her. "I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"

"Be sure to tell me what happens" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"You're a dirty, dirty-minded girl."

A/N: I'll try to update as soon as I can. Besides, I can't update every three days on this story. That would suck.

Fang: RnR?

Iggy: This watermelon is so good!