-Fang's POV-

First day of the holidays. The light streamed in through the windows, I don't know who opened them, what crazy evil person would possibly wake me up at this time? I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock 6:59.

5...4...3...2...1

The sound of the stupid alarm clock seemed to shatter my ears. I reached out and sent my fist plummeting towards the clock with the horrid fate. Bits of glass and plastic and springs and wires flew across the room and I buried my face in my pillow.

But no. Smashing a clock wasn't enough for me. I got up and held between my hands the glass cup that I had used last night to get a drink. I was angry. I was ashamed. I was filled with regret and all the emotion was overflowing inside of me. I screamed and threw the cup at my wall, it shattered before my eyes—just like my fragile heart. I stared at the chipped glass and exhaled deeply.

I loved her.

I picked up the closest solid object I could reach and held it in my trembling hands before flying into a rage and catapulting both it and myself into the wall. It shattered. You have no idea how amazing it felt to see something break like that. It's not every day you get to see the state of your soul lying on the floor at your feet.

I was going insane. I knew I was, but I couldn't help it.

I loved her. As a sister, as a friend, as the only person in the world I could open up to. The word 'girlfriend' didn't even do her importance to me justice. I needed her back, like the moon needs the sun. Like...a scared little kid needs his blanket...

-Max's POV-

Dylan's mum had gone shopping with May to buy a fairy dress for a dress up party she has tomorrow afternoon. I was sitting at Dylan's breakfast table staring at my phone. Was he going to call? Was he going to explain? Because right now all I wanted was an explanation. Why? Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he say something...anything?

"Hey you." Dylan's voice broke me out of my thoughts before they got too horrible.

"Hi" I smiled up at him. He had just woken up and was scanning the house.

"Have you seen my parents?"

"Your mum went shopping and your dad just left for work."

"Crap. Did they see you?"

"Uh...yes, why?"

He scratched his head nervously "cos, you're a girl and you're kind of in my house...at night" I saw his face turn crimson. I guess the heat in my cheeks was a sign I was red too.

"They were fine." I said putting my phone in my pocket.

"Were you expecting a call?"

"No. I mean yes, but no..."

"You're not leaving now are you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No" He muttered. "If my parents are fine with you...then you could stay and we could hang out or something."

I laughed at him "Really Dylan? Really?"

He laughed too "What?"

I shrugged "Hang out?"

"Well...yeah"

I shook my head "Dylan, Dylan, Dylan..." I mused.

"What? What did I do?"

"Nothing" I laughed "Let me call my mum and see if it's ok."

A brilliant smile lit up his face. "Yes!" he laughed and shot his fist into the air in triumph. I saw him wince at the sudden action and I smiled softly at his childish enthusiasm. He went up stairs to get ready and I dialled home. I heard someone pick up the phone and at the sound of his 'Hello' my confidence died and my voice resumed to a squeak.

"Who's this?" he asked into the phone. His voice sounded dry and husky, in some ways it sounded dead and emotionless. Then again...that was Fang.

"It's me" I said nervously. Part of me wanted to murder him, the other part wanted to run home and sit in his lap as he played with my hair. There was a nervous silence before he spoke.

"I...don't know what to say, Max. I can't really function okay right now."

I bit lip. Does he know how much pain he caused me?

"Fang?"

"Maybe you should talk to Ella."

"I'm going somewhere with Dylan today"

Silence.

"Just tell mum or Ella for me."

Still he didn't speak.

"That's about it I guess..." I was about to hang up because my eyes were starting to sting. I felt as if I was about to implode on myself. "Bye Fang"

"Don't" he managed to croak "Don't hate me."

I felt a tear ride down my cheek. "Bye Fang"

"Cos I don't hate you. I love you, Max"

"I'm going now."

"Promise me something?"

I didn't answer.

"You'll come back won't you?"

"It won't change anything if I did." I hung up just as Dylan walked back down stairs with a smile and in complete oblivion to my presently pathetic state. Did that mean we were finished? Fang and I. Because deep down there was always a part of me that thought that would never be possible.

-Ella's POV-

"I told you I didn't want you to tell mum!"

"I didn't!"

"You were planning on it."

"I was thinking it."

"Exactly! That means—"

I heard a knock on my door and Fang's head poked through. He looked tired and sick. His eyes were all red but they were surrounded by purple rings—the obvious signs of insomnia. His hair was messy, it was always messy, but this kind of messy was the bad kind.

"Max called." He grunted.

Emotionless. Dead. But inside he was beating himself up. Eating at every little scrap, half chewed piece of happiness he still had and trying to cling onto it with dear life. Both Iggy and I fell silent, our previous argument forgotten in the quiet.

"You spoke to her?" I asked nervously. Fang was sleep talking last night. Fang doesn't usually sleep talk, but from what I gathered out of his mumblings, if he ever saw Max again he would worship her for the rest of his worthless life.

"She said she was going out with Dylan. She wanted to let you know."

I nodded. Something else had gone down too but I didn't want to ask him, he looked horrible and broken and I'm sure any reminder of why he was in that state would send him into a rage...or maybe just a sob fest.

"Hey, Fang" Iggy started,

Fang turned to him.

"I need to ask you a question..."

"What?"

"Is the reason Max hates you so much because you like coke?"

"She doesn't hate me."

"Trust me dude, she freaking hates you—"

I closed Iggy's mouth before his spinal column got turned to dust by Fang.

"To be honest," He started and I could see him trying to cover up the pain. "Max has every reason to hate me, but now she's obviously found someone who can help her cope with...everything. And as long as she's not broken, then I'm happy." He was everything but happy.