Here's the next chapter. There's some more family in this one, and more of Fang's house. A little boring, but I really wanted to introduce the other sibling he has. So, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. :)

Disclaimer: I am not a middle-aged man who made up the amazing idea to stick wings on kids' backs, so these are not my characters. (Except for the ones I made up)

After meeting Fang's dad we grabbed a little muffin to share, since the cooks had shooed us out, and he started showing me around the rest of the house. He tore off little bits of the muffin and ate it as we walked up and down flights of stairs, and I tried to actually figure out how his house worked and where everything was, but I gave up after we passed the same identical- to me- hallway the third time. I just let Fang walk through his house with me tagging along. Although he would look back at me every few minutes or so, and he wouldn't let go of my hand. My arm was getting all tingly, and I was afraid that my hand was starting to get sweaty.

He lead me downstairs, first, to a room that seemed like a basement. It was dark, and had a certain moldy-ish smell to it, but it didn't seem like it was moldy at all. Then he turned on the light. Before us was a room with light grey walls, plush dark carpet, and a bunch of instruments all around. It was modern, with some posters around the room of various bands. There were guitars- acoustic and electric- and an electric piano in the corner, along with some microphones set up and amps scattered around the ground. There was a white and gray striped L couch in the far corner, across from a flat screen TV and surround sound system, and even a desk and a laptop as tiny as it could be in the corner. All around, it was an amazingly high-tech lounge room.

"Whoa. What is this room?" I asked, walking around a little.

"Our lounge. We come down here to play instruments, do homework, or just, well, lounge around. Pretty self-explanatory, don't you think, Max?" he gestured to the desk, instruments, and couch.

"Oh, right." I gave a little nervous laugh. He just smirked and motioned me to come back up the stairs with him, and shut off the lights as we walked out the door. I heard tiny footsteps down the hall, and Fang noticed too. We looked at each other, and I saw the slightest bit of worry flash through his eyes. He grabbed my hand, yet again, and started pulling me in the opposite direction of the steps. They seemed like they were tennis shoes, or at least not the stilettos LeAnn had been wearing, and they seemed lighter than his dad's had been. The footsteps got faster, and I heard someone call out.

"Drew? Drew, are you here?" it was a higher-pitched voice than I had heard earlier, and it sounded younger and less snobby than his other sister, so I assumed it to be the other sister he had spoken about. Fang mumbled something under his breath, and picked up his pace. His footsteps were almost silent, and so were mine, but I was curious as to whom this follower was, and I started stomping my feet a little harder than needed. Fang looked back and shot me a look that clearly said "Quit it!" but I kept stomping. The other voice started yelling.

"Drew, I know you're there, I can hear you! Now stop it and get back here!" Fang groaned and stopped, giving me a glare. I shrugged innocently, and he let go of my hand. A girl appeared behind us, coming around the corner we. She was shorter than me, probably about 5'2", and she had a certain happy quality about her. She was pretty, and was practically the spitting image of Fang, but in girl form. She was wearing simple blue jeans and a T-shirt advertising some volunteer thing, and plain white and green converse. Her eyes were lighter than Fang's, more of a lighter brown, and they were confused as she looked at me and Fang. "Hi, Drew. There you are. Who's your friend?" she asked curiously. She took a few steps closer to me and I noticed even more just how much she and Fang looked alike.

"I'm Max." I said, and calmly stuck my hand out to shake her's. It was soft and there were a few calluses on her palm, and she smiled warmly at me.

"Hey Max. I'm Evan, Drew's little sister." She said, then turned to her brother who was watching our exchange skeptically. "What are you doing home? I thought you had school today."

"I could ask you the same question, Evan." He said. She shrugged.

"I didn't hear my alarm go off and just decided to stay home. You didn't answer my question." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on her back leg. Now Fang shrugged.

"I had a… rough day yesterday. It was a long night. I didn't really feel like going to school." He shot me a little glance, and I could see the tiny uncomfortable twitch of his jaw. She looked at me, and I just shrugged. She snorted, trying to contain laughter.

"What kind of a hard night? That sounds a little suspicious, Drew. I mean, I heard the screaming. My room is only about four doors away." She said, matter-of-factly. Fang glared his signature death glare at her, and she held her hands up in surrender.

"It was not like that, okay? And, how do you even know what that means, Evan?" He asked, and she met his gaze fearlessly. She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm thirteen, genius. If I didn't know what that meant, my social life would be ruined. And, I would be considered a complete idiot. If that wasn't what, ahem, you were… doing, then what was it?" he narrowed his eyes at her, and she smirked.

"Not that." I interjected. Both of their eyes flew to me. "Drew just had a bad nightmare all night, and I couldn't shut him up." I said, and Fang glared at me.

"Why were you here all night?" she asked. I looked at Fang, and he shrugged one shoulder. I looked back at his sister.

"Because she's my best friend, Evan. No other reason needed." He said, giving her a "Drop it" look. She raised an eyebrow, silently communicating something with him, and then shrugged.

"Whatever you say. So, have you eaten breakfast yet, Max?" she turned to me. I shook my head, since I was still hungry from the tiny muffin. "Well, let's eat then." she turned, and started walking the other direction that she had come in. My brow furrowed, and I shot Fang a "Huh?" look. He shrugged again and started walking, and I followed him. His sister walked really fast, and she had a certain strut about her that showed she was used to being in charge of things. Funny, because she was the youngest. Unless Fang was keeping another sibling from me. She kept her chin high and her back straight, trying to walk as fast as she could. She seemed about as arrogant as LeAnn, but not as snotty. She was probably nice if I got to know her, but compared to her brother they were nothing alike.

I followed them through the same maze Fang had been dragging me in all day, and I tried yet again to memorize the seemingly endless hallways to no avail. Finally we came to the same door Fang had dragged me to earlier, where we had met his father. She glanced over her shoulder, then pushed through the doors. The cooks were still mulling around, and they all looked at us as we entered, but quickly looked away when Evan gave them a look. Then she turned back to us with a sweet smile on her face, and waved her hand around the kitchen.

"Go ahead and choose whatever you want. I think the strudels are the best, but they can also make crepes and waffles, and tons of other stuff if you want." She turned to a chef and mumbled something to him. He nodded eagerly and started making something in a pan, and it looked like a pancake with some sort of filling. Strudel, as she had said. I looked around the kitchen and saw a few of the chefs looking at us expectantly, waiting for an order.

"Um… waffles?" I said, but it was more like a question. One of them nodded and grabbed a waffle-maker, and mixed up some batter. I turned around and saw Fang talking with one of them, and he kept glancing over at me a few times, then the chef nodded and backed off.

"Miss, would you like some fruit on your waffles?" The chef who had started making my waffles asked, and I nodded.

"Strawberries, please. If you have any, that is." I said. I was acting shyer than usual, and it sort of scared me. Why was I acting shy? It was my best friend's house. Well, his mansion, really.

My waffles were done, and there was another pair of waffles with bananas on it that was set next to mine a few seconds after. Before I could grab mine Fang snatched both of them and grinned at me, then motioned for me to follow him again. I rolled my eyes but followed him anyways. He walked through a door behind a corner I hadn't seen, and into a giant dining room that was, yet again, made of marble and gold. I wonder just how expensive this room alone would cost… I thought. There was a long dark wooded table in the middle, with multiple chairs sitting around it. Evan was already sitting at an end chair and digging into her strudel, and didn't even budge when the door opened. She was starting to bug me a little, and her quiet snottiness was annoying. But I didn't really have to worry about her much, since Fang sat at the other end of the table and set my waffles on the opposite side of his. He pulled out my chair and let me sit down, like the perfect gentleman again, and I gave him a weird look as he sat down.

"You know, you never answered my question yesterday. Why didn't you tell me you lived in a place like this?" I questioned, remembering. I looked down at the waffles on my plate with strawberries in the red syrup, and tried to remember what fork to use from the very few times I had been to a fancy restaurant. Fang noticed my confused look and helpfully supplied "Start from the farthest out, Max," before grabbing his fork and digging in. I grabbed the farthest fork and used the side to cute the waffle, and practically melted as the taste of the waffles and strawberries filled my mouth. It was very sweet, just how I like it, and the strawberries didn't overcome the waffle, but they were still very prominent. It was the best waffle I had ever tasted. Fang smirked, then continued eating.

"Like the waffles?" He asked smugly. I nodded, and stuffed another bite into my mouth.

"You still didn't answer my question, Fang."

He sighed, and shrugged. "I didn't think I needed to. It's not relevant to anything, so why does it matter?"

"It does matter, a lot. I need to know if you'll tell me everything, especially now." I gave him a look, silently telling him that I meant the whole wing situation. He just shrugged again. I saw his sister look up curiously, but I ignored it.

"It's really just not a big deal, Max. Come on, it's a house. It's not like I won't tell you if I'm hurt or anything, because I would." He told me, focusing on his waffle.

"Fang, if you kept something like this from me, why wouldn't you keep that from me, too?" I asked quietly, and I knew his sister wouldn't hear it, and I let my eyes soften. He put his fork down and looked up at me, searching my eyes for something. He looked disappointed, and I saw his shoulders move as he took a deep breath.

"You know I wouldn't keep something important like that from you, Max." he said in an equally quiet voice, giving me a hard look. I suddenly felt bad for accusing him of not telling me something important, and looked back down at the waffles. My appetite was gone, but I started to eat them again anyways just to give me something to keep my eyes away from Fang's.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just being paranoid." I admitted, and saw him nod as I looked up from under my lashes. After that we were both silent, until his little sister slammed down her fork and sat back roughly. We both looked at her sharply, surprised at the sudden outburst.

"What is wrong with you two? I mean, first you're all joking with each other and Drew was being the perfect gentleman, then you start whispering and everything gets all awkward. What kind of a couple are you?" she demanded.

"We are not a couple!" we both shouted at the same time, then looked at each other and away quickly. His sister smirked.

"See? So cute. You guys really are the perfect couple. If you say you aren't, though, I'll believe you. But, I highly doubt it." She said. "And the way he looks at you, Max, I can see that Drew really likes you. And vice versa." She stated, looking at me and then Fang. My mouth dropped open wide and I felt the color rush to my cheeks, and Fang mimicked me. I could see the faintest color coming to his cheeks as he glared at his sister, who only shrugged in a "Sorry, it's true," sort of way. Fang never blushed. I looked between them, then Evan grabbed her plate and strutted out before Fang strangled her. It was completely silent until the door shut, and I cleared my throat. Talk about awkward.

"Well, that was awkward." He said, practically reading my mind. I scoffed, agreeing. "Just don't listen to anything my sister says. It's mostly just stuff she hears from her friends."

"Mhmm." I nodded absently, finishing off my waffles quickly and grabbing the plate to bring back to the kitchen. I walked into an empty room, and just set it on the counter because I didn't know what to do with it. Fang came in a minute later, set his plate on the counter, and I made a split decision to do something. I grabbed his hand, and he gave me a surprised look. "Do you have a backyard here?" I asked, not trusting myself to try and find it and end up getting us lost, and he nodded. "Let's go. I think I'll teach you how to fly." I smiled at him, and he grinned back and pulled me through the door.

Sorry this took me so long to update. I could never find the time to finish it. Hope you like it! Review, and tell me how it is. I sure love those reviews!!:) And happy Valentine's day everyone!:)

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