"I'm finished!" I squealed contently, holding up my notebook. Fang had finished a few seconds before me. "Trade." We said simultaneousley, handing the other our notebooks. I looked down at his drawing and gasped.
It was of me. In the picture, I had my hair up in a messy ponytail that spiraled down to the middle of my back, held up by a black ribbon that was weaving in and out of my hair. My eyes were big and soft, outlined darkly, but not looking like I had makeup on. My lips were full and curved up into a kind and warm smile, making me look loving (HA!). My eyelashes were long and full, covering some of my eye. I had soft freckles covering my nose, and a faint blush. I was wearing a black short sleeved shirt that showed off my curves that I don't have. I was sitting on a window seat, with the windows curtains pulled shut. My side was infront, with my head facing the artist, as if I was turning toward you.

I was speachless. This is amazing!
"Fang! This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" I yelled, leaping into his lap. Fang chuckled, and said, "The most beautiful picture you've ever seen for the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Fang wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his chest, which I gladly snuggled into. "Fang, your way too sweet to me." I said, pushing myself up to look at him. "Max, no one is too sweet or too good for you, understand me?" Fang said, turning serious. I gulped, and nodded my head. "Fang, you ARE too sweet to me. I just wish I could return the gesture." I said, my expression falling and looked down. "Max, if anything, you're too good for me." Fang said, lifting my chin gently. I blushed, feeling my heart beat get faster. "Fang, I don't deserve this." I said, putting my hands up. Fang grabbed my hands and slowly got me to put them down. "Fang, stop being stupid. C'mon, everyone is waiting on us." I said, starting to move for the door. Fang grabbed my hand and pulled me back down into his lap. "Max, everybody went home. I told them I'd take care of you." For some reason or another, when he said, 'I'd take care of you,' my heart did a flip in my chest. "Alright, it's getting kind of late, though. Shouldn't you be heading home?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. "I could spend the night. You know, if you still don't feel well." I laughed and nodded. "You need clothes."
"No, I don't."
I furrowed my eyebrows together and gave him a questioning look.
He sighed, getting up and walking to my closet. After a minute or two of him going through it, he pulled out a change of clothes.
That were his.
"OH! I forgot we hid those!"
When he spent the night like a month ago, we had to take pictures at school, and his mom made him wear a white dress shirt and dress pants. He had come over early and hidden a change of clothes, and changed when he got here before school. His mom was SO pissed.

"Max, go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." Fang said, pushing me down gently onto my bed. "But I'm not tired!" I sat up straight and crossed my arms over my chest, no doubt, looking like a 5 year old. "Max, please?" Fang pleaded, a smirk playing across his face. "BUT FANG!" "No BUTs"
"But-but"
Then I proceeded to fake cry.
And Fang believed it. (A/N: I made Fang a gulibale sack o' crap, didn't I?)
"Max, don't cry." Fang begged, gathering me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest so he couldn't see my face and let out a fake shudder. Max, sweet heart, please don't cry." Fang tried again, pulling me up into a sitting position in his lap. I looked up slowly, showing Fang my (A/N: as my mother calls it) shit eaten grin. Fang blushed furiously, then got up and turned away from me. I frowned, trying to get Fang to look at me. "Fang, I'm sorry. I didn't think you would get that worried about me." I said, finally getting his attention. "Max, I care about you more than anything on Earth, don't you know that?" Fang asked, softly.

And then my dad burst in the room.

(A/N: I was SO tempted to end it here! I hate cliff hangers, though. Imma be nice AGAIN)

"Max! can I talk to you in the kitchen." My father, or Andrew didn't really ask.

"Uh, yeah." I said, getting up off the bed. I gave Fang a look that said 'I'll be right back', then walked into the kitchen with dad.

"Explain why in the world I heard Fang say, and I quote, 'Max, I care about you more than anything on Earth'?

And he called you 'sweetheart." Andrew looked so caring, like a real dad should.

"I've known Fang all my life, he means the world to me and I mean the world to him." I said, softly, a smile playing across my lips. Andrew saw me smile.

Well shit.

"Max? Do you love him?" Andrew asked, trying, AND FAILING at keeping his 'cool'.

"He's one of the closest people I have. He was there when Jeb left, and when Ella was born. Andrew, I- I think I do love him."

Andrew set his jaw and was now clenching his fists. "Andrew?" I asked, softly. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Max, I love you like my own little girl, and if that means I have to sit outside on the front steps, pistol-whipping (A/N: I love SAYING THAT!) every boy in sight to keep you from getting hurt, then so be it. And every boy includes Fang." Andrew said, hugging me back. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and snuggled closer to him. "Dad, don't think I have the heart to tell him. What if he doesn't love me back?" I asked, sounding like a teen age girl on a soap opera.

And that KILLED me.

"I could talk to him."

I nodded, letting go of him so he could go talk to Fang.

As soon as I heard the steps creak fro Andrew walking up them, I ran to listen in on their conversation.

When Andrew shut the door, I snuck up the stairs and put my ear against the door.

Andrew: Fang, can I talk to you?

Fang: Of course, sir.

Andrew: I want to talk to you about Max.

Fang: Why? Is something wrong?

Andrew: Errrrrr, uh, Fang, she cares greatly about you, and is too stubborn to show it. I want to know that the day she comes out and says it, you'll be there for her and won't skip out on her. She's my baby girl and if you hurt her I will see to it that you and Max are not in any way connected and you, my boy, will NOT be having children.

I heard Fang gulp.

Fang: I would never leave Max, unless it was the only way to save her. I sware, you have my word.

Andrew: Alright, son.

I heard Andrew start to walk towards the door.

I scooted over and sat beside the door, waiting for him to come out.

Andrew stopped with his hand on the door knob and said:

"Oh, and Fang? Remember what I said about having kids? Yes, well, don't try it with Max, or Else you'll have to wash your hair with one arm for the rest of your life.

(A/N: I HAD to mention his hair!)

Andrew walked out, glowing with satisfaction. "He won't leave you, Max."

I kissed his cheek and ran into my room, leaping onto Fang. Fang fell backwards, wrapping his arms around my middle and bringing me down on top of him.

"Fang, what did Andrew say?" I asked, trying to make it sound as if I wasn't spying.

Fang smirked. "Everything I needed to hear."

Then he kissed me.