A/N: sorry for taking so long to update but school is a (censored) piece of (censored). This chapter is a little...um...adult themed...
It's got Lissa in it. Do you all remember Lissa? The evil red-head? Well, I don't own her, she belongs to JP and yes she is a red-head, but I would just like to say that I have nothing against red-heads or people named Lissa, it's just...you know, this one is particularly annoying and stupid and I want to bash her so bad, but I can't, which makes me sad. Anyway, the chap isn't that bad, but if you are still innocent I suggest you don't read it...

-Earlier that morning- (from previous chapter)

-Fang's POV-

I picked up my bag and flung it over the bed. I hated packing, even though I had hardly anything to pack...but still, folding clothes and shoving them in a bag isn't my definition of fun.

I had been staying with an old friend of mine from year ten; we used to go out on wild flings and have those on-and-off teenage relationships you know? Anyway, when I left home I decided to stay over at her place. She lived alone with the occasional boyfriend, but other than that she had dropped out of school in year ten and moved out of home.

"Nick?" the door opened and I spun around. Lissa walked in and stared at my bag "Are you packing?"

"Yeah" I said flinging my bag over my shoulder. "I was thinking of going back home"

Lissa pouted "I was getting used to having a guy in the house." She crept up to me and ran her hand down my chest. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

I shivered and removed her hands. "I've left my family for two days, they might be worried"

"Yeah" she said "But a little fun won't hurt" she slipped her fingers through the elastic of my jeans and ran them along my waist, running her hands further down to my groin. With her other hand she raised my shirt and kissed up my stomach. I was getting hard as she continued to grind her hips against mine.

"Lissa" I warned. My breathing was getting shaky and manly instincts were kicking in. "I couldn't" I thought "I'm going home to face Max, I can't do this."

Lissa undid the fly of my jeans and let them fall, she rubbed between my legs. I moaned and threw her on to the bed, falling on top of her. She slipped off her clothes effortlessly and removed my boxers just as my little friend started to get harder.

Maybe a little fun won't be that bad.

I heard my phone beep from my bag. Lissa opened her eyes and drew circles on my stomach with her fingers. "Are you gonna get that?" she asked kissing my stomach "or do you want to go for another round?"

That was tempting...

"Maybe it's my mum" I muttered before regretfully removing her hands.

I crawled out of from under the blankets and slipped on my boxers. Lissa however, sat up and didn't even bother putting on a shirt so I found myself staring at her as I searched for my phone. I opened it and read the name on the screen. Max. Oh no...

"I just cancelled a date with Dylan tonight. I want you home you big jerk"

I looked up from my phone with a composed expression. Lissa smiled at me and seductively crawled over to me, kissing my ear. "So" she asked wrapping her hands around my waist "Important?"

I swallowed and tried to hide how nervous I was. "My girlfriend" I lied getting up quickly. (I wish).

I saw her face change into...was that anger? She composed herself and smiled. She winked at me and followed me out of the bed. "Well Nick, you've been a very naughty boy" she purred "I like it"

I looked back at my phone "I just cancelled a date with Dylan tonight"

Does that mean she chose me?

"Maybe I should go" I muttered as I changed into my clothes and left still gripping my phone. I closed the door behind me and made my way to my car, just as the guilt and stupidity of my actions hit me in the face.

I groaned and rested my forehead on the wheel. This wasn't the first time I did that, two years without sex is a big deal for a guy who's waiting for a girl to realise I love her. I've been having multiple flings before this, but with every person I always imagine them as Max. It doesn't change anything though.

I've wanted her for two years (maybe even more), but she's been with other guys and so I decided I'd wait. Except while I waited I was being an absolute dickhead. I've slept with so many girls hoping they were Max, It's like I've been cheating on her for two years.

But I guess it isn't cheating if the girl you love has no idea you love her, right? I started the car. I freaking hope so.

-Max's POV-

"Iggy" I whined "I wanted the other movie"

"Yeah" Ella said backing me up "This one doesn't have any hot guys in it"

"Oh no!" Iggy swooned dramatically "It's a disaster! Maybe next time we'll get one about naked men at a beach, just for you kids!"

I folded my arms "Naked men won't cut it. I'm gonna need a serious gang of chocolate bunnies with machine guns and ninja suits"

"Well guess what" Iggy said taking a seat next to me "I don't really care about what we watch, since I can't even see"

I nudged him "Maybe one day we'll get you a video full of moaning and panting and you can make up your own fantasy"

Iggy smiled, probably picturing something dirty. "Yeah. One day" he said dreaming.

Ella walked into the room with popcorn and drinks and took a seat beside me.

"Besides" Iggy said reaching for the snacks "I'm only here for the popcorn"

We started watching the movie and that was all I remember, I think I fell asleep when the fat evil dude was about to blow off someone's head.

"Igs" I muttered

"Yeah. Are you tired?" He asked reaching out and pulling me towards him.

"Mmm" I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes lazily "Is the killing almost over?"

"Nope" he said rubbing my back as I cuddled into him "They still have to rip off another guys head"

"That's lovely" I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep just as the TV let out a blood curdling scream. I was never really one for movie night.

-Iggy's POV-

The sounds of slaughter and screaming and war cries...ah, music to my ears. What? I'm a guy; it's all my ears were made for. Then, like a three month old baby holding a machete, a small ding-dong sound was heard just as a man cried "It's not over! I will seek revenge!"

"Um...Ella?" I asked "Did the villain just get a visitor?"

She laughed; she sounded beautiful when she laughs, I bet she looked just as amazing.

"No Igs, I think that was our doorbell" she paused the movie and I heard her footsteps fade as she walked over to the door.

I felt Max move against my shoulder. I tightened my grip around her waist and rubbed her back gently. This kid was a sucker for cuddles even though she'll never admit it. I felt her body relax as she fell back asleep. My cuddles kick serious butt.

"Oh my god..." I heard Ella breathe. I heard another pair of feet enter the house. Hold on...I know the sound of those feet.

"You're finally home." Ella said, I heard the ruffling of material and by the sounds of it she was hugging him.

That's right. Fang's home. Now I'm not really one for emotion but...I missed the faggot. I noticed there was something about the way he walked that was different, like he was nervous. I wouldn't blame him, the love his life turned him down and he ran away to god-knows-where.

"I missed you so much, you jackass" Ella said into his shirt. Wow, El, smooth.

"Yeah same here you piece of crud" I called from the couch "Next time you leave for three days at least bring back some food when you get home."

He grunted his response and asked Ella something that I didn't catch.

"She's sleeping beside Iggy" Ella answered him as she walked back to her seat.

"Why didn't anyone take her to bed?" He asked I caught something in his voice; it was a lot more than just nervousness.

"Because she fell asleep during the best bit and I'm such an oh-so-horrible brother that wasn't bothered putting his little sister to bed" I said sarcastically. I felt Fang glaring at me and I sighed "Dude, I'm kidding, she wanted a cuddle. Chillax will you?"

"Yeah Fang, wanna watch the movie with us?' Ella asked picking up the remote.

He turned to the screen "You guys were watching that?" he asked.

"What's so wrong about mass murder?" I asked defensively.

"Max was watching that?" he accused.

I sighed. How overprotective can this guy be? He's the one that left Max in the first place. "She slept as soon as the first guy got his head blown off"

Fang went quite. "I'm going to go have a shower" he muttered

I shrugged. "On the with gore!" I pointed in the general direction of the screen as Ella resumed the movie and the sounds of absolute hell filled my ears. Ah, it's beautiful isn't it?

-Max's POV-

I felt strong arms carrying me upstairs. The same arms that I used to wrestle with when I was a kid, except now his arms were hard and gorgeous.

"You're a jerk" I muttered into his chest, but I tightened my arms around his neck anyway. What can I say? I missed the douche bag.

"I know" he whispered into my ear. "Go back to sleep"

I tugged at his hair, not bothered punching him. "you leave for more than two freaking days and then you come back and hold me like an angel and now you're telling me to go back to sleep? I can't sleep now!"

"I don't want you to be tired"

"I'm freaking exhausted!"

"Yeah and when you're exhausted, you're grumpy"

"Shut up. You're an absolute dickhead"

"I know"

"I'm going to bash you so bad"

"I deserve it"

"Yeah you freaking do"

"Go to sleep"

"I will, but when I wake up I'm gonna smash your beautiful face into a wall, ruin your hair and chain you to fence and leave you to starve, that'll teach you a lesson next time you decide to leave me for three freaking days"

He looked down at me and then his lips were suddenly connected to mine. The kiss was slow and passionate. He was so soft, so gentle, like if he kissed me too hard I'll fall apart in his arms. "I've missed you too" he murmured.

We were in my room now and he lowered me slowly onto the bed. I stayed connected to his amazing lips and tightened my arms around his neck. "I hate you" I muttered. I kissed him with so much longing and desperation that I felt him tense up. He seemed to hesitate before pulling me tightly to him. We parted our lips and he stared down at me. I looked up at him not leaving his gaze. I've turned away from those eyes too many times, I've said no to him and I've run away from his welcoming arms. I'm not going to do that anymore.

I buried my face into his shirt and he held me in his arms. I felt him kiss the top of my head and I nuzzled into his neck. "Where were you?" I whispered. I sounded pained and maybe I was, maybe his leaving hurt me; I missed him too much.

"Just at an old friends place" he buried his face in my hair.

"Why didn't you call mum or something?" I said pulling away from him. "You know she sent the police to look for you?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't want to talk to anyone"

"You answered my texts" I pointed out.

He smiled and lowered his face down to me "you're an exception." He whispered. His lips were so close I felt his breathe on my nose; I just wanted to kiss him again, and then he hesitated and pulled back "Go to sleep"

I smacked his arm lightly and pulled the covers away. I cuddled into the sheets and realised how exhausted I was. Fang leaned down and kissed my forehead. "G'night, baby" he whispered. My heart almost exploded when he said that and I wanted to pull him into the bed with me, I wanted to stay pressed up against him for the whole night, to feel his heart beat and feel his strong arms lingering on my waist; protecting me from the world.

But that didn't happen. I heard him walk over to my door and then he spun around. "Oh Max" he said.

I crossed my fingers. "Please change your mind and stay with me tonight" I begged inside my head.

He hesitated. "Uh...goodnight"

He left the room and closed the door quietly behind him. I stayed with my head buried deep in my pillows for a little while, and then I supported myself with my elbow and sat up. I just stared at the door. I imagined him opening it again and walking over to me with his arms out and his eyes full of love. I fell back onto my pillow. I loved him, yet I couldn't find the guts to say it.

I woke up relaxed and refreshed. That's not right...something is definitely wrong. I never wake up relaxed. I was way too comfortable and I hadn't even fallen out of bed yet. I looked over at my glowing alarm clock on my bedside table. 12:03am.

I groaned and rolled over. I didn't hear any thud or feel myself hit the floor. I felt way too...nice and comfortable. I rolled over again and felt my hand connect with something hard. I smiled "That's right, my floor has come back to haunt me. Everything is back to normal..." Just then the 'floor' grew a hand and its fingers curled around my fist and gently rubbed the back of my hand. I pulled back sharply.

"Sssh" A voice hushed from the darkness. My heart rate accelerated.

"Get the frigging hell out of my room you god damn pervert" I growled. The person in the shadows pulled me closer to his chest. I struggled and kicked, but he was made from eighteen years of muscle and strength so naturally I had no chance. "Stop kicking will you! You're going to wake up the whole house"

I succumbed to his sexiness and let him hold me. He rubbed my back gently and I bit my tongue forcing myself not to scream, cuss or just cry like a baby because the love of my life was sleeping in my bed at 12 o'clock in the morning.

This love thing was really making me soft.

"Go away" I squeaked. Ugh, I couldn't believe it, I just squeaked.

"I don't want to" He whispered back as he pulled me closer still.

I forced myself to breathe. "What do you want?"

"You." he said almost immediately.

I tried to pull away but he held me to his chest, he wasn't rough or hard, in fact he was perfect. He was gentle yet firm and his body was definitely the type I would want to cuddle into for forever. Don't ever tell him I said that. He still thinks he's the mighty man of the house.

"Fang" I said trying hard not to reach up and kiss him "I was sleeping and you woke me up, I'm tired and I want you out of my room"

He went quiet and then in a nervous voice he said "Can I ask you something first?"

"No" I answered immediately. I wanted him out of my room because if he stayed here for another minute I might have no choice but to kiss him like crazy. I'm losing self control and it's this entire sexy lunatics fault.

"Please? And then I'll leave" he begged

I didn't answer him for the fear of my lips coming into contact with his and that maybe once I start I'll never stop.

He sighed "Is it me?"

That took me by surprise. "What?" I asked shocked.

"You don't love me"

Wrong.

"Is it something I did? Was this all too sudden for you?"

I love you like crazy how could you say such a thing? Oh, that's right, I'm such a gutless wimp that I can't even tell him how I feel so now he thinks I don't love him. I wanted to wack myself like crazy.

"Max?" He said, his voice was pleading with me. I don't like it when he does that, his face scrunches up in worry and the desperation in his voice pulls my heart apart. "Just answer me and I'll leave" he paused "I won't even kiss you anymore if that's what you want"

Holy crap he's threatening to take away his gorgeous lips! Someone stop him, he's crazy! Hold on...the only person that can is me. Gee, the world always picks the wrong saviour.

"Max?" he whispered.

What the hell do I say?

"I love you but"

I love you too! I love you like crazy; can't you see how much you're hurting me?

"If you don't love me like I do you"

I DO I DO!

"You can do what you want I'm not going to stop you, but please," his voice was strained and it hurt me just to listen to him in so much pain "Please, just let me love you for a little longer?"

That's it you crazy bastard. I wriggled up in the bed and smacked my lips against his; he stayed there shocked, but eventually locked his lips into mine and tightened his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer to him so that our hips were pressed together; I knotted my fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer to mine. I whimpered as I kissed him. Really, he was making me soft. He moaned and pulled away as we both remembered to breathe.

"I hate you so much" I growled at him

He flinched. "What?"

"How the hell could you possibly think I didn't love you? You threatened to take away your lips, what is the matter with you? You ran away from home and then you come back and carry me to my room and then just leave and now you're lying in my bed in the middle of the bloody night telling me that I don't love you! You're crazy and you're stupid and you are the most amazing person in history, I mean seriously, do you know what kind of marathon my heart runs whenever I see you? Do you know the effect you have on every single girl that sees you? No, I don't think so, because you only think about yourself and you're so selfish—no I'm sorry I said that! I didn't mean it! You're amazing you crazy son of a-"

"I love you"

"I hate you so much" I cried tears. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. What would I do without those arms? I have no idea.

He stayed in my room for the rest of the night, whispering beautiful words in my ear, playing with my hair and rubbing my back gently. It was the best night of my life considering my embarrassing rant that had nothing to do with him what so ever. Now that I think about it, it described me more than him. I was stupid and selfish and had no idea what pain he was going through every time I turned away.

-Fang's POV-

I watched her sleep throughout that whole night. I don't think I got any sleep myself, every time I would doze off I'd remember whose bed I was in and I'd wake up and watch her like she'll be gone tomorrow.

I couldn't get Lissa out of my head though. I know its wrong, to think of someone else while I was holding another. But I wasn't thinking of her in that way, I was thinking of how stupid I was this morning, I mean...yesterday morning. The only one I could ever love was Max and here she was, curled up in a little ball pressed up against me in the dark and I was holding here as she slept.

I love her. Heck, I love her like a druggie loves his heroin, but I was so struck by guilt that I guess...I don't know, I felt like I didn't deserve her anymore.

It hurt to look at her sleeping so peacefully, it hurt to remember how she turned away and ran when I said I loved her and it hurt even more to know that I had sex with another person just yesterday, someone I didn't even love and she didn't even know about it. It hurt me so much to know I cheated. If I could take it back I would, but unfortunately I'm never really that lucky.

A/N: well that was like the longest chapter I've ever written...I hope you liked it.

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