A/N: Okay, that was totally my bad, I was in a hurry and had no idea that I posted the same chapter twice. Anyway, here's the real chapter 22.

Fang's POV:

Normally on rainy days, people- normal people anyway- wouldn't want to go to the park. They would most likely stay inside and wait for the rain to stop before they go outside to play. But no, my family and friends are the weirdest bunch you ever saw. And you wouldn't believe who suggested the idea to go play in the rain.

Nudge.

Yeah. Didn't see that one coming did ya?

"Guys!" Nudge called after we all ran inside the house for cover. Her hair was frizzier than normal but she seemed completely at peace, even though it made her look like a hippie with an afro. "We should like, totally, go to the park. We could play in the rain, and get wet- it would be like going to a pool without paying the admission."

Once she said that Angel and Gazzy wanted to go, and no one- not even I- could say no to them. Soon everyone was racing to the car laughing their heads off... except me. I was peacefully "sleeping" on the couch. Since the moment we arrived at Max's house, I occupied the couch by sprawling across it, that way no one but me could be on the couch. I pretended to go to sleep so no one would bother to ask me if I wanted to go to the park. Personally I wouldn't have minded it, but right now, I wasn't going to go until I saw that Max was okay.

I had turned on the T.V. to keep me from keeping me asleep, but the next thing I know some one is laying on top of me.

I know that sounds stupid and all but it's true. One moment I was sleeping in the darkness of the living room, and then my eyes open only to see Max on top of me, punching me while mumbling something about a hard couch.

I was shocked, to say the least. Her hair was sticking to the sides of her face, her chocolate eyes were darker then normal and she was shivering, and soaking wet. Her wings were out in the open, but she didn't seem to care. And even though the rain water was running down her face, I still saw tears leaking down from her depressed eyes. I knew instantly that she had remembered me. I just didn't know if she was going to forgive me or not.

She punched my stomach grumbling softly. I guess she was so out of it she didn't know that she was laying on me. She punched me again and this time I really felt it. It hurt badly, but I only let out a quiet "oof". She sighed and that made her look more depressed then she already did. Her eyes were barely open and she just seemed to give up on making the "couch" softer. She started to crawl forward towards the place where my head rested on the armchair and even though her eyes were opened slightly, they were unfocused like she couldn't see anything but blobs of colors. She would have probably noticed me if my black clothes didn't blend into the dark colored couch.

She rested her head on my shoulder and my breathing began to quicken but I made sure that my breaths were small so she couldn't notice. The bridge of her nose was touching my neck and I just laid there trying to find out what to do.

It wasn't too long before Max was asleep and, being unconscious, she didn't know what she was doing. She curled up next to me, since she was cold and I was warm from being in the house for so long. I didn't like the way she looked so fragile when she was sleeping. Her face was calm and she didn't have a forced expression on her face. It made me wonder if this was really the same girl that walked in the daylight.

I sighed quietly and wrapped my arms around her. I needed to warm her up. I wasn't going to stay still and watch Max when she is still shivering. I was going to try and help her, even though she might not like it if she was awake.

I moved her gently to where she was between me and the couch, that way she could stay warmer. I pressed my cheek against hers trying to warm up her face, and I put my legs over hers. After a minute she stopped shivering and began to sleep peacefully. Her breaths tickled my ear and it almost made me shiver.

I stayed like that for a while, and soon Max began to move on her own. Her fingers gripped my shirt and her legs became more intertwined with mine it was amazing how with every time she moved we didn't fall off. It felt like no matter where I went, Max was there pulling me back to her. If she was awake I would have teased her but she was asleep. She didn't know what she was doing.

So I stayed where I was. I didn't do anything to make her want to move. I closed my eyes and, soon enough,I was asleep.

I woke up to someone shouting mine and Max's name. I slowly blinked my eyes. I hadn't slept that well in a long time. I really didn't like being woken up on a such short notice, for something as trivial as sleeping on the couch.

Wait a moment...

I turned my head a bit, making a soft texture run across my face, to see Mrs. Martinez, Nudge, and just about everyone starring at me in shock. Well, Mrs. Martinez looked kind of murderous but I don't know why.

"What?" I asked in a deep voice since I just woke up. I felt something on me begin to move.

"Fang..." someone murmured, just loud enough for me and Mrs. martinez to hear. My eyes widened along with Mrs. Martinez. Then I knew what she thought was going on. I looked down and sure enough, there was Max laying on me with a slight hint of a smile on her lips.

I almost winced as Mrs. Martinez's eyes filled with rage and it took all that she could to not yell profanities at me, I believe. And she would have too, if Max hadn't opened her eyes.

Max's POV:

I slept more peacefully then I thought I would on a hard couch. It was surprisingly comfortable and warm. I almost dreaded the fact that I had to wake up.

I opened my eyes and blinked confusedly because I felt more presences than usual. I realized almost instantly that I was on top of someone and when I looked down I saw that I was laying on top of none other than Fang. A few seconds later I also realized that everyone I knew outside of school was staring at us in shock, and my mom was glaring at us and looked like she was about to explode. I felt my cheeks fill with heat and I jumped up, off of fang, not even glancing at him as i pumped my wings a centimeter making the room fill up with wind, and jumping away from all of them. Fang sat up with no emotion on his face and looked at Mrs. Martinez with a raised eyebrow.

Mrs. Martinez was still angry but not as much since she seemed confused. "What happened?" She asked at last a few moment of awkward silence.

Fang answered immediately and i knew instantly that he was telling a vague point of the truth. "I was sleeping on the couch and was woken up to you yelling at me." I then knew instantly what had happened. I completed his story since I knew he doesn't talk much.

"Sorry mom, but I was so exhausted yesterday and my mind wasn't working well, so I thought Fang was the couch and I laid down on top of him. I was too tired to go to my room." I replied not even hesitating. My mom looked back and forth between us and we wore the same blank expressions that no one could decipher except ourselves. He was actually a little worried and confused about what the heck had actually been going on.

Mom sighed defeatedly and no one needed to say anything after that. Fang and his family got up and left the house without a goodbye, Ella went to her own home for once, and Iggy, Nudge, Mom, and I were all that was left in the house. I didn't wait for anyone to say anything and went to my room upstairs without another glance at them.

I laid in my bed, on my back with my wings stretched out, staring at the ceiling. What was going through my mind, you ask? That was simple.

Why the hell had it felt so comforting, so natural, to curl up into Fang? Why did I sleep soundly with someone so...distant? Why is it, that now that I rethink about the situation, that my heart flutters?

Do I really have more than friendly feelings for Fang?

These questions filled my mind, making me more confused then I have ever been. I never felt this way about anyone, not even about Sam, and he was the most friendly to me.

I sighed and turned my head to look out my window. It was stormy and raining outside, matching my mood. I sat up on my bed and stretched out my wings until they touched the end of the room. I looked at them and wondered why I ever thought they were horrible, or why the heck I thought I was a freak. I was who I was and I wasn't going to let having wings on my back make me anything but. The wings were a part of me and I will never, ever be ashamed from being myself.

Okay, enough of the sappy crap, I hate. The point is that I love my wings and I forgot the reason I used to hate them.

I looked again at the window and watched silently as the raindrops slid down the window at different speeds, some slow and some fast.

It was kind of like Fang in a way. One minute he hates you and then the next he warms you up on a rainy night like you were a couple. I know I shouldn't be surprised by the way Fang acted...that reminds me of something. I don't know what though.

I thought back to yesterday to figure out why I had come home. I knew it had something to do with Fang but I didn't know what. I had gone to a place with a shape of a bird in the trees I think, but I don't know what that has to do with Fang. Before I could think about it more, I heard a sharp clink on my window. I don't know why but I wished that was Fang throwing rocks at my window. Then I remembered how he had just gone home. I sighed.

I quickly got up from my place on my bed and practically ran to my window. Of course when I opened the window a rock flies inside and hits me in my right eye.

"Frick." I hissed. Below me, in a deep voice, the jerk that pelted me said sorry. I opened my left eye and looked down to see Fang.

I leaned my head out the window trying to look nonchalant even though I was sure my face was somewhat red and that my heart was beating faster than normal.

"Is there something you want, Fang?" I asked him looking at him, one hand covering my eye. He raised an eyebrow at me- which I ignored- and replied, in his deep, velvet voice, with "We should talk."

I looked around and found no one in sight. I looked down at him and then at the side of my roof to see if he could climb it. He could.

I looked back down at him with his hands in his pockets of his black jeans, his emo looking hair was unkempt and covered his eyes but it only made him look dark, mysterious and some other word I won't dare mention. Cue heart flutter.

"Climb on up."

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