Disclaimer: LAlalala…. Oh. Max isn't mine.

Not many reviews this time. Did I displease some of you? I thought you wanted fax. Not enough? Let me know. Oh, was it the long wait?

Also, thanks to anyone who might have given suggestions. I really can't keep track of you at all.

Fang POV

Iggy probably won't come out from under his blanket until after the dance at this rate. Max embarrassed him worse than ever before. Gazzy is in a similar situation, but he's cowering in the bathroom where I don't have to listen to him moan.

Iggy said, "And she saw me even if I couldn't see it myself. A dress, man! Max is getting good at torture. Not to mention, her ability to lecture would scare the principal. And giving Gazzy the talk was almost catastrophic. But, a dress, in front of Ella…"

I tried to console him, if just to shut him up, "It's okay. She might not have been looking. Besides, this whole thing will blow over in a few days. Just think about our first ever homecoming." Not really an exciting prospect, but it had a chance of working.

Iggy gave an indistinct groan. I gave up. "You're on your own then."

It was eight o'clock. I had to wait awhile, before Ella would be asleep. I mulled over the whole day; for being in detention it was pretty awesome. The victory of Max wearing my shirt, the smug feeling that Iggy gave me by striking back at the school, the amusement of the other two guys walking around in dresses for half an hour, and the happiness at finally cornering Max into considering her own feelings.

That last bit hadn't exactly gone the way he would have liked, but it had worked out. Ella and Iggy did help speed the process up. Hmm, there is definitely something going on between them.

My thoughts chased each other in useless circles. It was nearing ten when I started anticipating going into Max's room at a time when Angel wouldn't be in danger of hearing us. We were quiet enough that we wouldn't even need to worry about Ella, mere feet away. Max was in a thin night shirt- Ah! I can't think those kinds of things! That would make me no better than Sam or Aaron.

I squinted at my watch. 10:00. Yes! I could go now.

I employed all of my ability to move soundlessly. It would be disastrous to get caught. As I opened Max's door I caught a glimpse of Max sitting up before the tiny bit of light was extinguished.

She breathed, "You know, if we get caught, my mom will probably explode, or implode; I haven't decided which."

"Definitely explode, but the danger makes it all the better." I smiled, knowing that she wouldn't see the emotion in the dark. I said, "So do you want to talk or just go to sleep?"

Max sighed, "I just want to be able to hear the sounds of you breathing. I miss that from our time on the run."

"Okay." I murmured and lied back on one side of her bed.

She fell asleep beside me and a little while later I went back over to my room. Now, Iggy was awake. He asked, "Where have you been?"

I muttered, "No where. Don't wake Gazzy up. Go to sleep or Max will find a new way to embarrass you."

He was instantly quiet, but five minutes later, just as I was starting to fall asleep, he said, "There's something you two aren't telling us. Something changed."

I didn't respond, feigning sleep.

In the morning I was tired from going to sleep so late, but I tried not to let it show. At breakfast, Max and I smiled at each other, but gave nothing else away. Or so I thought. When we were just heading out the door Dr. Martinez stopped me, saying, "Can I have a word?"

I nodded and followed her back to the kitchen. She said, "Has something changed between you and Max?"

I shrugged.

She went on, "I can't force you to talk, but just don't hurt her and I expect my no-boys in girl's rooms rule to be upheld." Oops.
I nodded. It's a good thing we weren't caught.

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