Okay, sorry it took so long to update. I stopped it at a sort of weird spot, so I couldn't really think of something to go after it. I need some ideas, people!! If you have any, please feel free to tell them to me. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the characters, or their wings (except for Jaz) and the plot is mine.

I woke up to a door slamming against the wall. My eyes shot open and I sucked in a quick breath, jackknifing into a sitting position. I rubbed my eyes. I was back on the bed in Fang's room- and under the covers, too- but I didn't remember anything about coming in here. The last thing I remembered was sitting by the tub with Fang, and then it went fuzzy. I felt Fang sit up quickly next to me, and he rubbed his eyes and groaned when he opened them. I looked around the room, and my eyes landed on the door.

There was a girl standing there with her arms crossed and a bit of a snobby look on her face, staring at me and Fang. She was tall, and she had the same jet-black hair that Fang had, but hers was almost down to her waist. Her dark eyes were penetrating, and she looked skeptical. She looked like she could have been Fang's twin, so they were obviously siblings. She had on a denim mini-skirt with a too-low tank top, high heels, and bunches of jewelry around her neck and wrists with earrings that almost touched her shoulders. Her eyes were outlined with dark eyeliner and a bright blue eye shadow, with so much cover up that it was plainly visible from across the room, and her cherry red lipstick was almost like a reflector. She seemed like the girl who was completely spoiled and at the top of the food chain, and she knew it.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." Her voice was nasally and high-pitched, and I immediately didn't like her. Fang groaned again, and glared at her.

"Go away, LeAnn. Go out with your boyfriend and leave us alone." He hissed at her. She stuck out her tongue, then her eyes fell on me. She got a smirk on her face and her eyes raked my face and the top half of my body, which was the only visible part of me.

"I see you're finally getting busy, Andrew. Good for you." Her eyebrow rose, and Fang's face went from unemotional to deadly in about a second.

"You know it's not like that, Lee. Now just shut up and leave." His tone was pure steel, and his fists were clenching and unclenching by his sides. Her face took on a mock-pouty look, with her lips puffed out and her eyes wider.

"Now come on, Drew. You haven't even introduced us yet." She giggled annoyingly, and I rolled my eyes. I rolled my head over to look at Fang, and he groaned again and ran a hand through his hair. I noticed that he had no shirt on, and his toned chest flexed as he clenched his other fist. The tip of his black wing was showing over his shoulder, and he subconsciously pulled his shoulders back to hide them. The covers he was under stopped right at his waist, and it gave the illusion that he was naked. I blushed a little and looked down at the covers below me, and saw that I only had a T-shirt on and the covers were at my waist, too. So, it probably did look like we… did something last night. Fang caught my eye, and he gave me a "sorry about this" look. I nodded a little, and looked back at LeAnn, which apparently was her name.

"LeAnn, this is my friend Max. Max, meet my… sister, LeAnn." He put special emphasis on friend, and he was stopping himself from saying something before sister. I sent him a look that said "I didn't know you had siblings…" and he just shrugged. I nodded a tiny hello to her, and she gave that snotty smirk again.

"Nice to meet you, Max. Now, be honest, how good is he in bed?" she whispered to me, and my eyebrows shot up, then my jaw clenched and my eyes narrowed.

"LeAnn!" Fang hissed, and I could tell he was going to a great deal of trouble to stop himself from jumping up and shoving her out of the room. I set my hand on his arm, and he sighed and calmed down. I managed to keep my voice calm and steady, despite what I was feeling inside.

"And what would make you think that?" I asked. She smirked again.

"I heard the screaming last night. I mean, it was pretty hard not to. It woke up mom and dad, and even Evan, too, who are on the other side of the house. If you heard that, what would you think?" she smirked, like she ruled the whole world. Fang looked at me, and we practically shared the same thought. What do we tell her? He slightly shook his head no, and that was "of course we don't tell her." "Well? Are you going to answer me? Or are you going to just make goo-goo eyes at each other?" LeAnn asked. I turned away from Fang and glared at her, with Fang mimicking my motions. She put her hands up in mock-surrender. "Sorry. But it's true."

"No its not, LeAnn. Now just get out, before I finally decide to strangle you." Fang made a point of his voice sounding calm, which made it even more menacing. She stuck her tongue out at him, and turned to leave.

She muttered "Stupid little lovebirds," under her breath, not intending for us to hear, but we did with our newly acquired hearing. I snorted out loud, and had to put my hand over my mouth to stop from laughing out loud. She hadn't heard me, so she kept walking away with her hips swinging wildly and her head high. I was still silently laughing, and Fang looked at me with his eyebrow raised. Then he shook his head and got up to shut the door. I couldn't help but notice just how good he looked in just his dark jeans and messed up hair. I blushed again and looked down at my hands. The door shut and it was silent for a minute.

He cleared his throat and said "Sorry you had to see that. I wasn't thinking about them last night when I brought you here…" he stared down at a pattern on his floor and bit his lip. He had his jaw clenched and I knew he was punishing himself in his head for even thinking of having me here.

"It's not your fault. But…. Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?" I questioned. I leaned my elbows on my knees as I criss-crossed them under the warm covers. Fang sighed.

"I actually have two. You met LeAnn already, and she's 17. I have another sister, Evan, who's 13. I didn't tell you before because I thought it really didn't matter." He whispered the last part and shrugged.

"Well of course it matters, Fang. Its your family." I gave him a "Duh" look, and he just shrugged again. I rolled my eyes and threw my legs out of the bed; my bare feet hit the cold marble floor. I noticed I was only in a T-shirt and shorts, but they weren't my shorts. They were way too big for me, and they were guys' basketball shorts. Fang must've brought me in here from the bathroom and changed my jeans… that's a little creepy. "Did you change my pants?" his eyes got wider for a split second, then they went back to normal. He shook his head quickly. I crossed my arms over my chest, and leaned on my back leg, giving him the "No crap" look. He still shook his head, and I smirked.

"I swear I did not change your pants. It-it… you probably changed them before you went to sleep, but you just forgot." He gave an almost nervous giggle.

"Uh-huh…. So I'm just magically in someone else's pants, and I don't remember anything about it."

He nodded, like a little kid trying to cover up something that he knows he's going to get caught for. "Yup. That's exactly what happened. I mean, I would never violate your privacy like that, cause you know, you're my best friend, and… and…" he searched for words, and as he talked I took steps closer to him. He kept backing up and soon he hit the wall, stammering and sputtering. My smirk grew, and I could see the faintest blush creep onto his cheeks. He wouldn't meet my eyes, and it was pretty funny to watch him like this: vulnerable and adorable. Wait, forget the adorable part.

"Hmmm… and my jeans just magically disappeared, too, huh?" I pretended to play along; making sure it was obvious I knew the truth. I took another step, coming even closer to him. I saw his Adam's apple bob, and his blush got more prominent.

"Actually I-I think I see them over…" he grabbed my shoulders, brushing my arm accidentally and making the skin there flare up, and turned me around. My jeans were folded on a chair near the edge of the bed, on the opposite side that I had slept on. Hm. Curious….

"Well. If you didn't do it then I wonder how they got onto your side of the room…" I said in a dreamy tone, pretending to think. I slowly strutted over to the pants, feeling Fang's eyes on me the whole way. I snatched them and turned back to him. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and he raised his eyebrow when I turned around. "I'll be back. I'm gonna change."

"Uh-huh. You do that, and then I'll show you the kitchen." His face was back to the mask, and there was no remnince of the blush left, like I had only imagined it. I walked out the door and across the hall to the bathroom, got changed, and walked back out. I tapped on the open door to his room, and he had already seen me and walked out with me. He had put on a shirt, and I threw the shorts on his bed and followed him through the maze of halls and doors again.

We went through a swinging door into a huge white marble – of course- room with two dark wooden tables on the sides, a giant island in the middle. There were high-tech appliances all over the place, and a few chefs with the funny hats were stumbling around. They glanced up for a minute and then went back to their work. A man walked around a corner I hadn't seen, and he was staring at a large newspaper. Fang tensed next to me, and the man looked up.

He was middle-aged, and had dark brown graying hair. He was fit, and he had on a dark green polo tucked into black pleated pants with a plain black belt. He was muttering something to himself, and then he stopped and looked up. The chefs pretended to be busy with their breakfast, and the smell of bacon and pancakes started to waft up. He looked at me first, and his eyes were a hard black. They were confused, but it didn't show on his face. Then he saw Fang, and recognition sparked. He had a certain resemblance to him, but it wasn't like Fang's sister.

"Ah, Andrew. I wasn't expecting you to be here so early. Aren't you supposed to be at school?" he asked, giving him a skeptical look. He set down the newspaper and crossed his arms over his chest. Fang cleared his throat.

"I wasn't really feeling good this morning, so I stayed home." He shrugged it off, but his jaw was tense.

"And who is your… friend?" his eyes raked me up and down again, but this time they were meaner. I automatically tensed.

"I'm Max, Drew's friend." I told him. I kept my face emotionless, and tried to look a bit uninterested. He nodded slowly, and formally extended his hand for me to shake. I calmly shook it, and his hand felt like sandpaper. It was hard and calloused, and his grip was insanely strong. I pulled back my hand forcefully, and he gave Fang a hard look behind me. I turned and saw he was giving him the same stare, and I shot him a "WTH" look. He shook his head and mouthed not now.

"Well, its nice to meet you, Max. I have heard Andrew speak of you a few times. He talks very fondly of you. And what, may I ask, what was that screaming that we all heard last night? It was horrendous." He said, but there was a certain glint in his eyes that told me he already knew; that he was just faking that he didn't know so we would think he didn't know but really he did know and he just wanted us to think he didn't for some reason. (Haha did that make any sense or what?) I refrained myself from saying anything about it.

"Oh, he does, does he? I'll be sure to ask him about what sometime." I replied, trying to sound smarter and more polite. This was definitely his father, and I didn't want to make a fool of myself and get Fang yelled at for hanging out with a dumb girl. I turned to give him a look, and he just rolled his eyes at me. I shot him a tiny smirk to show I was just joking, but he looked at his father and his face went blank except for the tightening in his jaw.

"Oh yes, be sure to." He held a sort of evil smirk on his face, and that made me really suspicious of him. He glanced over to a wall, and I noticed an elaborate – but what in this house isn't elaborate? - clock, and it chimed 9 o'clock. "Well, that's a shame. I must be heading off to work now. Andrew, be sure to get your homework from your friends that did go to school, and contact your teachers that you were sick. Max, it was a pleasure to meet you, and maybe next time we shall be able to talk for longer. Feel better, son, and I will see you later. And make sure your sisters are in the house at 10 tonight!" he yelled as he walked out, and a second later the door slammed shut.

"Well. They seem… nice." I tried to sound sweet, but Fang saw right through it. He snorted, and then grabbed my hand to pull me out of the kitchen. For some reason it flamed up, and it sent a tingle through my veins.

"Sure. Now, do you see why I tried to keep them away from you?" he asked, and that only made me snort.

Ok, so a little OOC and pretty weird, but it was an ok chapter. Or so I think. I need some ideas!! If you have any, please tell me. Anything helps. Review and tell me if you liked it, and anything else you would like to say. Thanks for reading!!!

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