Back at the house where Ella found Max on the couch

"Max?" Ella whispered softly as she sat beside her, rubbing her shoulders gently to wake her up. Max grunted her reply and slowly started to sit up. Her eyes were red and puffy and her face was tear-streaked. It was a little dark in the room, but the light was bright enough for Ella to see Max's puffy red eyes, as if Max had been crying.

Max? Crying? No way, Ella thought, Max was the strongest sixteen year-old she knew. Max never cried, sure sometimes maybe at funerals and horrible sad moments she'd shed tears, but she would never make a sound. No sobbing or anything, her face wouldn't scrunch up either, it was just silent tears. Ella gasped at Max's red watery eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked, getting tissues and turning on the light.

"I'm fine" Max mumbled, obviously not fine "I'm going to bed"

A muffled thud came from upstairs and Ella turned to see Fang fully dressed carrying a bag, leaving his room and heading for the front door.

"Where are you going?" Ella asked sharply

"Out" he answered not even glancing at Ella.

Max lifted herself from the couch and looked at Fang for a second before dragging herself slowly up stairs. Fang watched her. Ella studied his face as he stared longingly at her, he was almost sad as he stared at her tear-streaked face. He didn't ask if she was alright, he just turned back to the door and pulled the handle.

"You can't leave" Ella stopped him as Max entered her room and closed the door. "It's late and you can't just go out without telling mum"

He stared at her as if he was bored "Anything else?" he questioned

Ella gaped at him "You can't go out, even you know that! What is wrong with you, you're not acting like yourself."

Still Fang said nothing.

"You can't leave!" Ella insisted as he turned back to the door.

"I'm eighteen for crying out loud! I can do what I want" Fang yelled

"Mum will be home in a couple of hours, if she knows you've left-"

"I don't care" he growled. His voice was full of anger and steal. He looked Ella straight in the eyes and his intensity made her flinch "I just don't care"

And then he left the house leaving Ella gaping at the door.

-Fang's POV-

I felt ashamed. It takes a hell of a lot of work for a guy to admit something like that, to work up the courage and say to a girl that he loves her. I did it, I was brave enough to look her in the eye and say 'I love you'. And what she gave me was absolute shit. Nothing. I didn't even get a little smile; she looks at me and runs.

Typical Max.

I was angry now, angry at her and angry at myself. I felt ashamed, embarrassed and betrayed.

I loved her. I knew that much. I've never liked anyone as much as I liked her. That's love right? When you care for someone so much it hurts you to turn away from them? I felt that and it hurt to just stand there while she ran away; away from me.

I wanted to throw something at the wall. To pick something up and crush it with my fists. I was so angry it scared me, what did I do to her? I told her I loved her. What more could she want? I showed her I loved her and all she could do was run.

Just turn and run.

I didn't know whether to be angry at her for leaving or to be angry at myself for admitting I liked her. Is that why she ran? Because she couldn't face the facts?

Maybe she hates me. Now I've got to live in this stupid house with the memory of today. Everyday looking at her will be like a flashback of what I said, how she ran and how much it hurt knowing she didn't want me.

-Max's POV-

My eyes were all red. I hated crying. It never helped me with anything, I cry, I feel tired, I sleep and yet Fang still said those three words and I still ran out of the room.

He said it; those three words and they sounded unbelievably amazing coming from his lips. His lips, he kissed me with those. Kissed me! Why the hell didn't I kiss him back? I had the chance...but no because being me I had to screw up. Being stupid stubborn crazy me, I just had to run out of the room and cry like a stupid baby.

Stupid Max. I buried my face in my pillows and screamed until my throat hurt. Then I took a deep breath and just continued to scream.

He probably hates me now, that amazing sexy haired asshole loved me to bits and now he's probably planning ways to kill me. I know he hates me because when I walked up to my room I saw how he acted in front of Ella. Poor Ella, she has no idea what's going on.

I'm tired, so freaking tired and all I wanted was food. Then out of nowhere we caused all this mayhem between us. And yet...I am still hungry.

I kept replaying the way he lifted me off and rolled on top of me, how he just stared at me...and then said he loved me and then kissed me and how I just sat there like an idiot. I don't remember what I was thinking. Maybe how amazing he tasted...or maybe it was the fact that I was so unbelievably hungry.

Maybe it was too sudden, he kissed me and I had no idea what to do. He's my brother...in a way and he was kissing me. What the hell am I supposed to think? I couldn't say I loved him, I did, I liked him a LOT, but I just can't say that word...love.

No one knows what it is; it's a feeling, a bunch of emotions and hormones playing bulrush in your head. My mum loved someone, look where that got her, four kids and no husband. You love someone, you get married and if you don't divorce you end up dying anyway.

Love isn't simple. It crazy and illogical. It never solves anything and it just doesn't end in a fairy tale where we all live happily ever after. Sure, as a teenager you think there's no one else like your boyfriend, he's the most amazing thing in the world. I've had plenty of those, most of them ended up breaking my heart and then finding a new girl two days later.

So when Fang kissed me...what was I supposed to do? Kiss him back and say I loved him? What if something went wrong between us and we realized it wasn't going to work? We'll still be living in the same house, it'll ruin our family bond and we probably won't even see each other as friends anymore, just as ex's.

I didn't know what to do when he kissed me. I was confused and worried, yet I still feel like I can't stop thinking about him...I guess in a way...maybe I do love him.

But where's that going to get us? Love doesn't end in happiness and it can never solve every problem.

Sorry if this chapter was really short ...and slow...and pointless, it's kind of like a filler chapter I guess.

I'll post the next chapter really soon, I promise!