A/N: Let me tell you a secret. I don't get my inspirations right away. My inspirations come after I watch some romantic comedy anime. They usually come, but when I watch anime, I tend to continue to watch more anime and not type the chapter. Heh! ;) Don't tell anyone, 'kay?

Day 16: July 17, 2010

Max POV

Today, Fang called my phone at six in the morning to tell me to come over at his house in three hours.

Who calls a girl at six in the morning to tell her to come over!

Nobody calls me at such an early hour! This is summer! I can sleep at any time and wake up at any time I want!

So after he hung up, I slept again. Just when I woke up did I realize that it was already noon.

"Holy shit!" I yell and rip the blankets off of me.

As I put on my jeans and brush my teeth, I keep thinking about the day I decided to learn how to surf.

I was arguing with Ella that day because she asked why I decided to learn how to surf. I kept telling her I was bored but she wasn't buying it. And she's always right.

When I heard the footsteps of the surf insrtuctor, I stood up, grabbed my board and said, "It's about time you're here. Why would you-" I stopped and screamed.

"You. . . You. . . You're the surf instructor?" I pointed to Fang.

Fang nodded his head and looked away.

"I thought you're a cashier."

"I am."

"Why didn't you tell me you're the surf instructor?"

"You didn't ask."

I grabbed his tanned shoulders and shook him. "You stupid drop-dead gorgeous idiot!" Oops.

Yeah. That was my biggest mistake ever. Look, I just blurted that out. I didn't mean it. Oh, fine. He is drop-dead gorgeous. And has nice pecs. Eight of them! They were everywhere I turn my head that day.

"Hey," Fang says as he opens the front door for me. He waves for me to come in. I step in the house; I suddenly feel like I'm inside a fairytale.

Why?

Well, when I parked my car in the curb and got out of my car, what greeted me is this ten-foot fancy steel gate. So I walked towards it and rang the doorbell right beside it.

A voice speaker asked who I was.

"Max."

"And the reason of your coming?"

"Because Fang told me to. Why are you even asking this?"

"Fang? Who's Fang?"

Nobody knows Fang here? Maybe I came to the wrong house. "Oh. Nick. Nick told me to come over."

"Master Nicholas asked you to? You can come in."

I heard popped and I guessed the gate is already open. I pushed it open and again, I was struck in awe. Because standing right in front of me is this statue of an angel holding a jar that was spilling out water. Basically, a fancy fountain.

"Fang is this rich?" I asked to no one in particular.

I walked around the fountain and saw the front door. Finally!

Now, what I'm about to tell you might be nauseous and gut-wrenching. To me, anyway. Most of you will either a) widen their eyes, b) drool over the exquisite luxury, or c) faint.

What greeted me is the biggest and probably the grandest stairs I have ever seen. And when I look up, I saw the bright and twinkling chandelier. I turn my head to the left; all I see are pictures of Fang (adult and young) and pictures of a girl with cappucino-colored skin. I look closer because it interested me.

I tug on Fang's sleeve. "Who is this?" I point on the picture where the girl is wearing a gold ball gown.

"That's my adoptive sister."

"You have a sister?"

Fang nods. "More or less."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She can be a little. . . annoying and. . . talkative. You'll see."

I turn to my right and I see the front seating room. I walked closer and sneak a peek inside. Just as I expected. More sofas and loveseats and coffee tables. I walk back to Fang.

"You know I'm going to ask you this. Why did you call me at six in the morning to tell me to come over at your house?"

Fang shrugs. "I was bored. I didn't think you'd still be asleep."

I roll my eyes. "Everyone is still asleep at six in the morning! It's summer, for crying out loud!" I shout the last part and my sentence echoes.

Wooo. This house has such a high ceilings. And wide glass windows.

I immediately clamp my mouth shut. "Shit." I mumble angrily.

I see Fang smirk. I glare at him. "Exactly what am I doing here?"

"To see my room. C'mon." Fang leads me up the stairs. I took my time following him.

The spell still hasn't faded; my hands went all over the smooth, velvet-covered wooden railings.

"Max. Coming?" Fang says from above me. I nod and smile. After feeling the railings, I run up the stairs to keep up with Fang. He's already waiting for me when I reach the top of the stairs.

"How many stories does this house have?"

Fang shrugs. "Four?"

"Four? Four! Don't show me the attic, please."

"I won't. Just my room. And my music room."

I sigh deeply. "Good. Where's your room?"

"This way." We turn left and on to the first hallway. Fang opens the third door and flips the light.

The first thing I see is the glossy black organ in the middle of the room, where a black laptop rests on top of it. My eyes widen and my mouth dropped.

Fang pushes up my chin. "So?"

I couldn't answer him. I glance to the right; I see a number of electric and acoustic guitars, bass guitars, a drum set, lots of amplifiers and a keyboard.

"Your bedroom and music room is in one room, right?" Fang nods. "This is the bedroom I have always wanted. . ."

Fang glances at me. My eyes roam around the room. Not only are there musical instruments in the room, there's also the king-sized bed with black bedsheets and a silver reading lamp right beside the bed.

His room has dark grey paint color. There are no posters or pictures of anyone. NONE. There's also a bookshelf three-quarters filled. Oh, and he doesn't have a TV. There are no mirrors, dressers or desks.

"So?" Fang asks me again.

"Removing the musical instruments, your room is too plain."

"Hmm. I knew you would say that."

"Where do you put all your clothes?"

Fang just opens the door on the other side of the room. He switches the light and points inside.

"This is your closet? This is almost the size of my room." And I also see that all of his clothes are dark. No bright and lively colors. Except for some white t-shirts. That's it.

I leave his closet and walk around his room. I stop and look out the window. I saw the horizon and the garden below. Fang stands next to me.

"You're rich."

"Yeah."

"You're rich and you have the money to buy anything you want."

"Yeah."

"Why don't you?"

"It's ridiculous."

"To spend? To buy lavish things? That's ridiculous?"

"Around the world, many people are starving. And I just spend my money on useless things. That's ridiculous."

"I know that. But, isn't it always nice to buy some things, you know, once in a while?"

"Why do you think my room is too plain?"

I look at him straight in the eyes. "You hate being rich."

"My parents boast about being rich. I'm always embarrassed by that."

"I know rich people don't have normal lives."

"During first grade, I met Iggy and became normal for the very first time in my life."

"Is he rich like you?" Fang nods.

"But, like me, he hates being rich."

"Why is that?"

"Why waste $500,000 on a birthday party when millions of people around the world are dying in starvation?" He counters.

I rest my palm on the glass. I grin. "I don't have an answer for that. Middle-class people like me can never understand rich people like you."

There's a sudden silence. But it broke when my stomach growled.

"Oops."

Fang chuckles. "Do you wanna have lunch?"

I nod. "But I'm not going down again. I'd rather stay here."

"I'll call for the maids then." Fang leaves to call for the maid. I study his room once again.

Even though his room is plain, it certainly describes him. It's silent and simple, like him. I sit on the edge of his bed and take out my iPad. I begin to read Sleeping Freshmen Never Lie by David Lubar. This book is about a guy named Scott who's going to a freshman in highschool. He starts a journal filled with tips and advices on how to endure highschool for his new sibling. Really funny too.

I hear the door open. "The lunch is coming up in thirty minutes."

Fang sprawls on his belly beside me. "You brought your iPad."

"Yeah. I get bored easily." I click on the next page.

"Did you buy it?"

"No. My mom gave it to me for my birthday present."

"When's your birthday?"

"February 23."

Fang laughs. "What?" I ask him.

"You're four months older than me."

"When's your birthday?" I repeated to him.

"June 24."

I grin back at him. "What d'you get for you birthday?"

"Nothing special."

I drop my iPad. "Aw, come on. At least tell me."

Fang shakes his head. "Two first-class round-trip plane tickets to Paris."

"Paris? Seriously? I've always wanted to go there!" I grab his face. "That is so awesome! Did you already use it?"

Fang shakes his head no. "Why not?"

"My parents gave them to me for the two of us."

I scrunch my face, confused. "Me and Lissa."

"But, you said you and Lissa broke up."

"We did. They didn't know."

"You didn't tell them?" He shakes his head. "Why not?"

Fang shrugs. "I didn't think it was that important."

"They're not a part of your personal issues?"

"No. And they're banned in that area."

I giggle. My stomach growls again. "The lunch's coming. Tell your stomach to wait." I roll my eyes.

Someone knocks on the door and opens it.

Five maids wearing the typical maid uniform (i.e. black dress, white apron, and lace headband) pushing carts of food enter the room. Fang just stares at them without interest. One of the maids, a brunette, bats her lashes at Fang. Fang doesn't notice. I bite my lower lip down to keep from laughing.

"What's funny?" Fang asks me.

I shake my head. Three of the maids take out a foldable table and unfold it. The other two maids lay out the food.

The mouth-watering scent punches me straight in the face. My mouth starts watering.

It's Fang's turn to smirk. "What's funny?"

He shakes his head. The maids ended their work with a curtsy. The brunette who batted her lashes at Fang glares at me as she leaves the room.

My eyebrows shoot up. Really?

Fang picks up a plate and eats. "Are you going to eat?"

"No duh, Fang," I pick up a drumstick and bite down. "Don't you notice how girls act around you?"

Fang shakes his head and scoops some mashed potatoes. "How can you not notice them?"

"I notice them. It irritates me."

"You know, all of them are really pretty. Why don't you date them?"

The chicken he was nibbling on fell. "I'm still dating you."

"Yeah, but it's pretend. Remember?"

Fang snorts and eats his chicken. "They irritate me."

I place my empty plate back on the table. I raise my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them. I stare at Fang while he eats. "Here I thought you wouldn't date them because they're your maids."

Fang spits out his chicken. "Girls like them irritate me. Why do you think I broke up with Lissa?"

"I really don't know." I grab the hot-fudge sundae. I lick the spoon.

"After you finish with that, go home."

"Why?"

"And pack three-days worth of clothes."

Again, I ask, "Why?"

"I'll pick you up in the morning."

"Where are we going?"

"To Paris. Where else?"

A/N: Notice that the date is wrong. I was going to change with today's date, but I got lazy. RnR?