A/N: Hello, it's been a while since I've updated, but I've been writing all this in between classes at school so I'm sorry if its wacko. And a bit too long. And wacko.

Iggy: Just get on with the story!

Me: hey look its figgy!

Iggy: *face palm*

I'm so tired.

This chapter is longer and has some little faxy moments but the point of it is

Iggy: To kill time

Me: would you like me to rearrange your face? *rolls up sleeves* or just kick your ass all the way to next week?

Iggy: I would like you to give me chocolate.

Me: on with the story

"You Okay?" Ella asked, stepping out onto the landing where Iggy seemed to be staring up at the stars. He would've been, except for the fact that he was blind. (Iggy: must you always state the obvious? me: SSSHH! Iggy you're interrupting the story! Iggy: who cares? Me: SSSH! It's supposed to be EMOTIONAL! Iggy: and yet...I still don't care. Me: *wacks Iggy*)

Ella let out a sigh as she took a seat on the little swingy chair that was sitting beside the wall. Iggy was sitting with his hands in his lap and his eyes open 'looking' at the pitch black sky. Stars blinked in and out of view a sea of gold and black blending together. They littered the darkness like fireflies. (Iggy: except for the fact that their butts didn't glow. Me: *face palm*) Hanging against their dark backboard, they almost seemed to isolate themselves from the rest, holding their own light and their own unique little cloud of shine and difference. Silent and unmoving, yet they scream with beauty and dance in light as they illuminate the space between them and nothing; each one brighter than the next. Ella could stare at them for hours, to see the sky littered with stars at this time of night was a gift and a blessing, a time when you really appreciate the gift of sight.

Ella turned her gaze to Iggy, staring blankly at the stars, buried under his own type of black, his world was a blanket of darkness yet his heart was Ella's shining beacon. She reached out her hand until she had Iggy's fragile fingers in hers. He turned to her, not that it mattered; he would never be able to see her face. He squeezed her hand gently and a small smile danced along his lips. Ella shuffled over so that she could rest her head on his shoulder and curl up against his side. Ever so gently, his arms found their way around her waist and he held her comfortingly against him.

They sat there pressed against each other, sharing the warmth between them. Iggy held Ella protectively as he stared blankly at his black sky. He was Ella's confidence, her light and her bravery. She was his guardian, his eyes and his best friend. Ella nuzzled into his neck, describing in a whisper how beautiful the night was, how beautiful he looked under the stars and how amazing he was to her.

It wasn't until Iggy had fallen asleep that Ella allowed herself to plant a soft kiss on his lips, his eyes fluttered and stared at nothing. Ella kissed him again, long and slow as he fell back asleep.

"Are you staying out here?" she asked, playing with his hair.

"Yeah" he muttered as he caressed her cheek in his hand. "I love you" he mumbled. Ella smiled at him before opening the back door. "I love you too" she said to herself as she closed the door behind her.

Ella walked into the living room and was about to make her way up stairs, when she saw something that looked like a foot sticking out of the couch. She walked towards the foot and saw that it belonged to a sleeping Max.

She was curled up on the couch and her shoulders were vibrating like they do when you cry. She wouldn't raise her head and Ella watched her sister as she huddled in her little ball and cried tears that not even little three year old Max could muster.

-Flashback-

-Fang's POV-

"Fang?" Max called softly as she knocked on my door. I walked towards the sound of her knock and opened the door rubbing my eyes. She stared me up and down and her face changed to the colour of a tomato. I looked down "shit" I thought. "Next time, I should probably try wearing pants..." I was in my black boxers (duh) and Max was standing at my door in tiny shorts and one of my old singlets I had grown out of.

Max loved wearing our stuff...and I gotta say, she looks pretty hot when she wears them...especially when she's rubbing her eyes like the little tired kid she is and wow I really wanna kiss her.

No Fang. Think brotherly thoughts.

Stuff that. Iggy and Ella were outside, mum was working late and I had the most beautiful girl in the world standing outside my room...in my shirt.

And I was wearing nothing but boxers.

How the hell can I possibly think 'brotherly' thoughts in a time like this?

"What's up, Max?" I said, trying to sound like I didn't care. Truth was, I needed a cold shower.

"I'm hungry" she said quietly.

"Is there anymore leftover pizza?" I offered

She sighed "I don't know. Can you make me something?"

Right. I should probably tell you, never trust Max in the kitchen, EVER. I'm not that great myself, I'll admit it, but at least I use the fire extinguisher. Max would probably wait until after the house had burnt down.

"Why don't you ask Iggy to make you something?"

She moved closer to me. Breathe, Fang, don't forget to breathe. "Ella and him are having a moment" she whispered cheekily.

I really needed that cold shower.

"Fang?" Max said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Are you just gonna stare at me?" she asked angrily

Yes, I thought.

"Fang!" she yelled "I'm hungry and you're just staring at me. Stop it!"

Man, I really want to kiss her...

"Fang. Listen to me" she said in a threatening tone "you HAVE to cook me something or I'll get hungry, do you know what happens when I get hungry?"

That woke me up...

"Ok. Fine. Food for Maxi. Got it."

She fumed. "Don't. Call. Me. Maxi!"

Then all of a sudden she was whacking me with everything she had and I was being pummelled to the ground.

With no shirt.

In my underwear.

So many guys would kill for this.

-Max's POV-

He looked so cute without a shirt...so unbelievably hot. And yet, he wouldn't make me a late night snack. I mean, what's a guy for if he can't make you food? I curled my hand into a fist and sent my gazillionth punch plummeting down onto Fang's chest. It connected with a smack and I heard the wind knock out of him.

"Max" he breathed. "I'll...Make you...something. Get off!" he let out with a gasp.

I had tackled Fang to the floor and pinned him down on his back so that I was sitting on top of him. My knees were now on either side of him and, to be honest, I was enjoying my view...

"You're crazy, Max" he said as he laughed "I'm begging you to get off me."

"Oh?" I crooned "The mighty Fang is begging, is he?"

"Please" he continued "the mighty Fang wants you off"

I pouted "but I was having fun"

"Yeah, so was I. But if you want food I suggest you get off me" he said with a smirk. He raised his arms off the ground and gripped my shoulders. With one heave of his muscular body I was on my back and he was lying across my stomach. I felt his breath on my neck as he panted from all the laughter.

"Now I want you off me." I said starting to feel something hard against my stomach.

"No." He said. His lips were so close to my neck I could feel them brushing against me. I could feel the smile on his lips as he moved his face down my collar bone. "I think I'll stay"

He propped himself up on his elbows so he was looking down on me. His dark orbs penetrated my chocolate brown ones. I remember when I used to see those as my protective blanket when I was still that little kid that was afraid of the boogieman. Big strong Fang, my older brother, the cool kid that scared away the bullies.

But now those midnight orbs made my heart accelerate, they made my breath become faster and the colour rise to my cheeks. I see his face in a different way now, not like the big brother coming to scare away the monster under the bed, but as the strong arms coming to hold me for forever and day, those full lips coming to kiss me and whisper wonderful words until I fall asleep.

I didn't know what was happening. I've had enough teenage crushes to know that they don't last; I promised I wouldn't make that same mistake again.

Now it's Fang, so close to me, practically sleeping on top of me and I realise he's just not my brother anymore. He's a lot more than that.

Fang seemed to notice my silence. He just didn't want to say anything about it. He was still looking down at me, the boyish smirk gone from his face and all that was left was that look he gave me beside the principal's office. Like he was pleading with me. Why was he looking at me like that? Why was his face coming closer?

"You know when...we were getting pizza?" he began. His voice sounded shaky, nervous and thoughtful. It took all my power to stop me from running out of the room. "And I told you I only kissed you so that the assholes in there knew you weren't for sale?"

My breath caught in my throat. I squirmed and moved my hands so they were pushing me off the ground, I rose a little bit, and then Fang moved his arms to my wrists. "No," he said in an urgent voice "Don't go now."

I fell back onto the floor as he stared at me with those eyes. I wanted to kiss him, to tell him I feel the same, but I couldn't, I just wanted to run.

"I have to say it" he said not turning away "do you remember that day?"

I nodded. Of course I did. That day when he told me it was all for Dylan. The day I lost hope in ever getting him to be mine.

"I lied" he said. It sounded like he was choking, crying even. But Fang doesn't cry and in a matter of minutes his face was back to normal. "I lied to you about wanting to keep you with Dylan. I hate him, he's a stupid douche bag with no life and he doesn't deserve you."

Fang went quiet. I didn't move. I couldn't, he practically had me nailed to the ground. Fang's face changed to anger.

"I lied okay?" he said sharply, looking down into my eyes. "But..." he paused and looked away."But I don't regret it. I don't regret anything, I kissed you and I held you and I loved it" he was talking hurriedly; his words were rushed and silly. "Dylan was my excuse. I'm sorry I pushed you into it, I just didn't know how to admit these stupid feelings" he looked back at me, desperate. I saw the Adams apple in his throat bob up and down as he swallowed. "I didn't know how to say it"

"Fang" I began. I didn't want to put him through this. I know it's hard, Heck I know. I wanted him to stop. "Fang..." I said again, as he looked away from me, lifting his weight from my body. "You don't have to apologise"

His lips came crashing down on mine, but it wasn't hard or painful, it was desperate. His kiss was like his eyes, desperate and amazing. It was soft and slow and long. He looked into my eyes as his lips stayed connected to mine. Slowly he closed them, I did too. And then he deepened it. It was amazing and passionate. Just like Fang.

Slowly he pulled away, but kept his eyes on my lips, not meeting my gaze. "I love you" he muttered.

And then he looked into my eyes and held them with his. "I love you so much"

Right now you're probably thinking how lovely this moment must be for me. Yeah right.

To tell you the truth, I had this little person in my head whacking away at my skull for all its worth, like it was at a three year olds birthday party.

I don't know what the stupid person did to my brain, but it sure doesn't feel like I have one anymore. My whole sense of thought and common sense and judgement and all the stuff you need in a moment like this had been erased by a stupid maniac running around in my head.

Because that's just me; a maniac with a baseball bat.

"I love you" he said "I love you so much"

Do you know how long I've been waiting for him to say that? And now that it was finally out all I could do was gap at him like a stunned mullet.

Stupid, Max. Say something!

And yet...the little person just kept on whacking.

-Fang's POV-

I searched for her expression, searched for something to tell me that she felt the same. Maybe her scarlet face and the way she just stared at my lips was her way of saying she loved me.

I didn't care. I had said it and I'd kissed her, kissed her where it mattered.

I've been waiting so long to do that.

Now she was lying with her back flat on the floor and I was lying on top of her, staring at her beautiful face. I kissed her again and felt her lips hesitate against mine, but before I could get too carried away, I pulled away softly and kissed her forehead.

Maybe I should get her off the floor.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her gently until I was in a sitting position with her in between my legs.

She raised her head and for the first time after I kissed her, she looked me in the eye. Her face was flushed and her chocolate brown eyes were tinted with gold. She was beautiful.

Then she slowly removed my hands from around her waist. The words that escaped her lips were like a knife twisting itself slowly and deliberately through my ribcage, aiming for the heart. They were like ice creeping slowly into that special place that I reserved for Max and only Max. It was like plunging a knife into my chest and twisting it again and again and again.

They were only two words, but they hurt. After all I said, after everything I felt for her was now out in the open, those words were like a wack in the face.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. That's it. I'm sorry. And then she ran out of my room, I heard her footsteps loudly descending the staircase. I didn't turn back to her; I didn't even try to hold her back.

-End flash back-

Ok, so we got through a whole chapter without Iggy interrupting...i think we're making progress.

I need to ask you guys a question...I'm thinking of taking the advice of (censored) and maybe changing the stories title. If you think i should, or if you have any ideas on what you might want to call it, please review and tell me.