Sigh, these crazy kids always in denial.

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"Dude, what's up with you?" Iggy prodded, dumping his second sachet of sugar into his coffee mug.

Fang watched as Iggy reached for a third packet. "You'll get diabetes. And nothing."

Iggy snorted and ripped open the sachet anyway, slowly pouring the white powder into his coffee. "Liar. You're like cranky as fuck and it's a real bummer."

Fang rolled his eyes but stayed silent.

"Maybe I can ask Max," Iggy commented. He twirled his spoon carefully with his right hand and then placed his left on his chin in thought. "You know, I haven't had a proper catch up with my sister for a while now."

He trailed off but Fang stayed stoic. He smirked to himself; there was no way Max would confess to her brother.

Iggy scowled, but then perked up instantly. Fang felt his shoulders tense.

"Maybe Nudge," Iggy suggested, looking away from Fang but sneaking a glance in his direction. He grinned when he noticed Fang's shoulders tense—he knew that if he looked under he table he'd see Fang's knee start to jump up and down.

Fang clenched his jaw and held up a hand. "Okay, fine."

Iggy smiled gleefully, leaning forward and cupping his mug in his hands. "Okay."

Fang took a deep breath and shifted his gaze away from Iggy. He felt uncomfortable—even more than in any social situation he had ever been in.

"Stop stalling man," Iggy huffed, lifting his cup to his mouth.

Fang cleared his throat. "We slept together."

"That is nasty," Iggy spat out, coughing loudly into his cup. Half the contents of his cup spilt onto the linoleum table. "Jesus, warn a guy before speaking those words yeah?"

Fang glared at Iggy. "You wanted to know."

"And I regret it," Iggy told him dramatically. He threw a handful of napkins onto the table, which they quickly stained brown from the coffee. He wiped his hands and the sides of his mug before taking another sip. "Normally, I would beg that we move on from this subject. But because you're my friend and you both are driving me insane with your irritableness, we can talk this out."

"No thanks," Fang told him, holding up a hand.

"Rather me than Nudge," Iggy pointed out. "She'll want to fix this, and I'm sure you wouldn't want her to play counselor, despite her good intentions."

Fang couldn't help the scowl flicker across his face. "Fine."

Iggy leaned back and rested his hands in his lap. The image looked odd to Fang—Iggy did not suit serious. "So I'm guessing Max is avoiding the issue, cause y'know her and feelings. And obviously you wouldn't want to talk about it cause you've got the emotional capacity of a patch of moss."

Fang glared at Iggy, but Iggy wasn't disheartened. "I think you guys need to talk about it."

"We did," Fang answered, picking up his mug. "It's settled."

Iggy frowned at him. "Yelling at each other and living in denial is not talking or settling."

Fang ignored him and turned his attention to the newspaper in front of him.

Iggy almost huffed out loud. "You guys ne—"

"We've talked, Iggy," Fang ground out. "It was just a drunken night. We agreed."

Iggy gave him a sad look, to which Fang ignored.

*.*.*.*.*

It had been two weeks since their fight and Max couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach. She had never fought with Fang like that before. She didn't like not being able to meet her best friend for coffee or lunch.

She missed him.

It also wasn't helping that she had her conversation with Nudge stuck in her head taunting her. So you're jealous.

I'm not. She groaned and dropped her head onto her desk.

"Stupid Fang," she muttered to herself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

She let herself wallow in self-pity before sitting up and taking a deep breath. She knew she looked crazy and her co-workers were giving her weird looks, but she ignored them. She was sure Becky, the office gossip, was whispering behind her back like the gossip she was.

Fuck you Becky.

Max eyed the time in the corner of her computer screen. 5:06PM. She had Nudge's fashion event that night and she had stupidly agreed to not only attend, but promised her boss that she'd write a piece on the night.

What if Fang invites Brigid? The thought made her frown again. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"No need to get yourself worked up Max," she muttered to herself.

She locked her computer, grabbed her handbag and leather jacket and tucked her chair into her cubicle desk. As she was leaving the office floor, Becky waved at her and sent a pitiful smile and Max just glared back at her.

*.*.*.*.*

Max worried the inside of her cheek while she waited in the lobby of Nudge's event. She ignored the scathing looks from the woman seated nearby reading a Vogue magazine and continued the nervous tapping of her chunky heeled leather boots. She had spoken to Nudge earlier but she dashed off straightaway to schmooze with some important fashion people and so was left drinking her second glass of wine.

Probably best if I didn't have anymore after this, she thought to herself.

She felt her both her spine straighten defensively and her heart jump in her chest when she recognised the dark mess of hair that could only belong to Fang. She dumped her half finished wine glass on a tray held by a waiter passing by and wiped her palms on her cigarette trousers. As he turned in her direction, she quickly spun around and weaved through the mass of people.

She almost cringed at her antics. She knew Nudge would not have approved at all.

"I might wait a little later into the night," she told herself.

*.*.*.*.*

She spotted Fang standing alone around the edges of the room sometime around 10PM. She had long ago finished her interviews and networking, but couldn't bring herself to leave just yet. She had been working up the courage to talk to Fang the whole night and was glad to find that he hadn't left yet. She chewed the inside of her lip.

"Just talk to him," a voice told her from behind her shoulder.

"Ah!" She gasped, spinning on her heel and facing her brother. "You!"

"Hello sister dearest," Iggy gave her a shit-eating grin.

She smacked her hand hard against his arm. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Iggy rolled his eyes. "Just talk to him Max. He's just as mopey as you are."

Max crossed her arms and stuck her chin out. "I am not mopey."

Iggy smiled at her. "Sure."

"I'm not," Max insisted.

Iggy held his hands up. "I didn't say anything."

Max glared at him. Iggy stepped towards her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He spun her slowly and nudged her towards Fang—who luckily, had not noticed the siblings yet.

"Okay, I will!" Max stepped away from Iggy and dropped her hands. "Don't push me."

Iggy rolled his eyes and waved her away. "Well, go on."

Max ignored him and started her way towards Fang. Her steps faltered slightly when she neared him and she almost stopped straight in her tracks once he locked eyes with her.

She coughed into her hand and tried to give him a smile. She was sure it turned out as a grimace. "Hey."

His face gave nothing away, to her frustration. "Hey."

"Listen," Max began, unsure how to begin.

Fang waited patiently and kept his steady gaze on her.

She forced herself to keep eye contact and from running away. "I'm sorry."

Fang raised an eyebrow as Max lifted her gaze to the roof. "I—"

"It's okay," he interrupted. He knew that Max wasn't going to admit that she had any feelings—if she had any—or that she was jealous, and for now, that was enough for Fang.

Max's gaze snapped back to his and he shrugged.

Her mouth flicked up in a small smile. "I don't want to fight with you."

Fang's lips quirked up once. "Either."

Max, Max, Max. Fang, Fang, Fang. We love and hate them.

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