Iggy: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? Do you know how long your readers have been waiting for you? Do you? They want you to update NOW. Where have you been?

Me: I was grounded, OK?

Iggy: What have you done now?

Me: Ask my brother. He knows the details.

Iggy: Still, where have you been? I didn't see you in the last four days.

Me: I locked myself inside my closet.

Fang: You're really that emo?

Me: I'M NOT EMO!

Fang: Whatever.

Day 28: July 29, 2010

Fang POV

That was. . . confusing.

That woman is so confusing.

WTF did she mean by that?

I'm getting the idea that something bad is going to happen. I just do.

Anyway, in the next two days, my "relationship" with Max will end.

So sad. . .

But before I cry about the future, why don't I describe to you the present?

Well, it's been six days after my non-Lissa date with Max.

Oh, man. It took a whole lot more courage to ask her out since Lissa wasn't interfering with our lives. But, I did. And it was probably the best date I have ever been on. Though I regretted not kissing Max after I dropped her off at her house. Yeah.

So, the days that followed were like our usual days.

Run away from Lissa as far as possible and just enjoy the rest of the day together.

The day after the date, Max and I went to the beach and I taught her how to surf. I couldn't stop laughing since every time Max got wiped out she cursed everything that has to do with surfing. Even the ocean. Yeah.

On July 25, Max met 7-11.

Translation: My adoptive sister. Why do I call her 7-11? Because her mouth never closes. EVER.

Nudge liked Max right away. But Max, I don't think she likes the fact that Nudge's mouth never closes. She even nicknamed her "Nudge Channel." Nudge is the exact opposite of Max. Nudge likes all things girly: make-up, dresses, shoes, and purses. Max, well, she hates all of those. But for some reason, they got along. They only have one thing in common. They love breaking stuff. Like bones and pride.

July 26, I spent the whole day in Max's room.

Stop thinking about those perverted thoughts. We didn't do anything except get to know more about each other.

The most important thing I learned about Max was that she's the worst cook ever. She doesn't even know how to use the microwave. I really wanted to laugh so hard but Max has the "Death" look plastered on her face that it made me think twice about laughing at her.

I found out about her dirty little secret. Evil laugh!

"Why do you keep hiding your face behind that pillow?" I asked Max and looked at her curiously. We were lying on her bed, staring at each other and doing nothing.

"Because it smells good," Max rose her head from her pillow and took a deep breath. She then buried her face on it again.

"It smells like what?" That pillow is so irritating. Geez.

"Me."

"Can I smell it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Then it will smell like you."

I sat up and had a light-bulb moment. I looked down at her and she looked up, cradling the pillow on her chest.

"It looks like you just had a light-bulb moment. What is it?" Max narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"I'll ask you a question." I faced her, my voice hinted amusement.

Max slowly sat up, still burying her face on the pillow. I want to rip that pillow to pieces.

"OK. . . What's the question?"

"If you answered it wrong, I get to smell the pillow."

"And if I did answered it right, you won't touch it?"

I nodded.

Max laid her pillow aside. "Hit me."

"What happens to the snow when it melts?"

Max looked at me as if saying Duh. "It turns to water."

I grinned evilly. "Wrong." Then, the next couple of seconds happened in slow motion.

I grabbed her pillow, ducked just in time when she swung her fist and rolled on the floor. I sat up and opened the door. I ran out, the pillow flying out behind me and I sped downstairs.

"FANG!" Max's voice exploded behind me.

I frantically looked for some room to hide. Ella looked at me kinda funny and asked why. I just showed her Max's pillow. She giggled and pushed me inside the living room bathroom.

"Lock it!" Ella whispered and closed the door. I locked it and collapsed on the tile floor.

"FANG! GIVE ME MY PILLOW!" Max yelled outside the door.

I laughed out loud. Max pounded on the door. "FANG! GIVE IT!"

"You answered it wrong, Max."

"I DON'T CARE! GIVE ME MY PILLOW!" She continued to pound on the door. "OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR!"

"Max, Max, Max. . ." I chuckled. I brought the pillow up my nose and inhaled deeply.

Shit, it smells so much like Max. I inhaled again; the scent was so intoxicating. The pillow's scent was a mixture of Max's perfume (Victoria's Secret Love Spell) and sweat.

The pounding won't stop. And so did Max's shouting.

"Hey, Max! I'm rubbing it all over my body!" Not really. I'm inhaling it like my life depended on it.

"WHAT? OPEN THE DOOR, FANG! OPEN IT!"

"Look! Look!" I couldn't stop laughing either.

"FANG! YOU'RE REALLY TRYING MY PATIENCE! I'M GONNA BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR THIS VERY INSTANT!"

"No, Max!" Ella yelled at her. "Mom's gonna kill you if you break down that door!"

"Aw, hell!" Max cursed. "Fang! Just open this door!"

"You're not gonna kill me?" I asked, bubbles of laughter rose up my throat.

Max's voice dropped to the normal tone. "No. . . Just open this door. Please?"

She choked the last word. I grinned and picked myself up. I straightened my shirt and unlocked the door. Max was standing with her brown head down.

I handed her her pillow. She took it and brought it up to her nose. She rose her head and smlled it again.

"Oh, great. Now it smells like you."

"I smell that bad?" I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets.

Max shook her head slowly. "No. . . I actually. . . like it. . ." Her voice dropped in a whisper.

My eyebrows rose up to my scalp. "Huh."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." I walked past her and sat on the black loveseat. I stretched my legs and crossed my ankles. I twined my fingers and rested it on my stomach. I turned my head to the left and stared at her.

"OK. . . Tell me. Why did I get the question wrong? I mean, when the snow melts, it turns to water. Doesn't it?"

I shook my head.

"Then, what is it? You know what? You're wrong. It does turn to water."

I shook my head again.

"What is it?" Max asked impatiently.

I looked at her seriously. "It turns to Spring."

Today, Max and I decided to go to the mall. We had a great time until Lissa cornered us.

Well, I tried to get away from her as far as possible, but no luck.

I told Max to go to the bathroom and stay there until I say so. She's so stubborn. I pushed her to the hallway and told her to shut up.

I square my shoulders and take a deep breath. Lissa stands in front of me, her face as hard as steel.

"Fang."

"Lissa."

Unlike any other girl I've dated, Lissa is blunt. She always goes straight to the point. "Why were you avoiding me?"

"I broke up with you." I'm also blunt like her.

Her face breaks and she frowns. Lissa crossed her arms on her chest. "Why did you broke up with me?"

"There wasn't chemistry."

She frowns deeper. "You told your parents?" I shake my head. "Why didn't you?"

I shrug and put my hands on my pockets. "It wasn't that important."

"Oh."

It's my turn to ask her. "Why were you stalking me?"

"I wasn't stalking you! I wanted to talk to you!"

"You could've texted or called."

She looks angry. It always makes her hair even more red. And her freckles stand out more. "I texted you, like, five thousand times! I left one million voice mails! You didn't texted or called me back!"

"You did?"

"Yes, I did!"

"You wanted to talk to me about?"

She took a deep breath. "About your new girlfriend."

"So?"

"What's her name?"

"Max."

"When did you meet her?"

"July 2."

"What's she like?"

"Awesome. And invigorating."

"Do you like her?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like kissing her?"

"Yeah."

"Is she different from me?"

"Totally."

"Do you have feelings for her?"

That threw me off. "Yes. I'm in love with her."

"Does she know?"

I shake my head.

"Have you told her yet?"

Again, I shake my head no.

"When are you going to tell her?"

I chuckle softly. "Hopefully tonight."

Lissa smiles. "You really love her, don't you?" I nod. "Well, if you love her, then I'll leave you alone now."

"Really?" My eyes widen.

"Yes," She turns around but stops. "And Fang, don't worry. From the look of it, I'm sure Max loves you too."

"She does?"

Lissa just laughs. She walks away and waves at me.

Two minutes later, Max stands next to me.

"What did Red-Haired Wonder say?"

I shrug. "She interrogated me."

Max twines her hand with mine. I squeeze her hand. "About what?" I look down; Max's brown eyes are so warm.

Then, all of the days that I spent with Max came rushing back at me. I didn't like the way those French guys flirted with her. I'm so happy when she holds my hand. I always want to kiss her endlessly. She's always in my mind.

Could it be?

Am I really falling in love with her?

Max squeezes my hand. She patiently repeats her question.

I look at our twined hands and up to her warm brown eyes.

"You."

A/N: I'm really sorry. But my parents grounded me and it took twelve gallons of tears to convince them to make me update this chapter. Hopefully, Forbidden's and Once Upon A Glance's newest chapters would be update tomorrow and Saturday.

Iggy: RnR?

Fang: Wow, this story ends in two days. So fast.