Yes I know I haven't updated but I just could not get anything out of my head and onto my computer in the way that I had wanted. It's still not what I had hoped it would turn out. Please review even if it sucks I appreciate any kind of feedback. Thanks! (:

I own nothing. The italicized bit in here is taken in part from Angel. The dialogue is copied but the rest is not.

I had never been so confused before. Lying in my bed in the hotel in Paris staring at the celling, I tried to sort through the madness that was going through my head. First off there was Fang. He was being such an idiot lately I could hardly stand to be within 50 feet of him. He goes and he leaves me… well me and the flock and then suddenly he shows up with his own make shift flock and tries to make amends? Who does he think he is? I've been waiting for him to come back but this is not exactly how I imagined it happening. I thought he'd come back and beg for my forgiveness and for me to take him back. Then I would take him back cause my life without him is unbearable. But that didn't happen and it won't because suddenly I don't matter to him and that sucks more than I could ever imagine.

Then there was Dylan. I had no idea where to begin with him. He was such a sweet guy even if he could be a pain in the butt sometimes. His intentions always seemed good though. As if to complicate matters I began to replay this kiss we had shared only hours ago.

"I came after you because you looked upset. And I wanted to be with you" Dylan said after I had begun to blow up on him. I turned to face him again and I stared into his crystal blue eyes calculating my next response.

"About that being-with-me thing," I asked "Why is that really? Because if there's a little bot gene inside of you that says 'Me want Max' all day long, I'm telling you right now, that's just gross. I'm not interested." I watched as he struggled to come up with a response.

"See?" I jumped in "Time's up. You have no idea why you like me". He smiled his toothy grin at me and grabbed my hand in his.

"Well, for starters… you're kind of beautiful". Did he honestly suspect me to believe and fall for that one?

"You have no idea how dumb that sounds Dylan," I snorted and took my hand away, "I guess you're too adolescent to understand that girls want you to like them for who they are, not how they look"

He shrugged and tried to continue " I said 'for starters' You didn't let me finish".

"So… be my guest" I didn't believe him as I drummed her fingers on the railings. He then turned his gorgeous eyes on me. Even if he wasn't my favorite guy in the world didn't mean I couldn't like his eyes. Right?

"Waiting" I said in a singsong tone getting nervous at his lack of response. He moved towards me slowly and why I didn't move while I had the chance I don't know.

"Can we… talk about this later?" He asked, "I'm kind of… distracted right now"

I still didn't move even though my back was tightly pressed on the safety bars. He touched my cheek and his fingers spread warmth through me. He then continued to push my damp hair away from my face running his long fingers through my hair. His eyes pierced mine with a look nothing short of pure compassion.

"Um…" was all that I could muster.

He steeped even closer and slowly tilted his head to one side his eyes locked on mine moving slowly enough to back away if I wanted. He then touched his mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. He wrapped one of his strong arms around my waist pulling me tighter to him to where I could feel his muscles through the thin material of his T-shirt. I felt my resolve dissolve and wrapped my arms around his neck bringing his lips closer to mine and he kissed me harder. My heart was beating hard in my chest and the sound of people below the only sign that there was a world outside of the two of us. Time had no meaning as we continued to kiss for who knows how long, and in that moment I didn't care how long we were away.

I pulled out of my daydream to find a smile on my face and my heart beating faster than normal. What has gotten into me I thought? I went from hating a guy to kissing him. A little voice in the back of my head kept reminding me that maybe Dylan could be the guy for me. I mean he was created just for me right? But that was the thing is he was made. Made by the people that I hated, no despised, for all of my life and forever would. But Dylan was everything that a girl could ever look for in a guy. He was tall and muscular with the most amazing blue eyes. Not mention how sweet he could be.

I pulled my thoughts to a halt. What was I doing to myself? There I was replaying our kiss over and over in my head and thinking of how great of a guy he was when I should be trying to wipe it from my memory and focusing on what to do about Fang. Suddenly I realized something. Maybe Fang wasn't the guy for me after all. Maybe Dylan was.

My thoughts halted again as Dylan walked back into the hotel room wrapped in a towel after showering, his hair still wet. He was defiantly not helping things.

Do you think I should continue the story from here or should I keep doing one-shots? Let me know what you think!