Max's POV:

I don't know the exact reason why Fang was back at my house, or why I had agreed to talk to him and told him to climb up the side of the house. All I know is that Fang was here, and was going to be in my room in less then five seconds. He had climbed the side of the house easily, and I tried not to notice that fact that his biceps bulged from underneath his thin black t-shirt.

Fang reached the window and I offered my hand for him to take. When he touched my hand I felt a little shock but I ignored it and pulled him up.

"You better hurry," I said conversationally glancing at the door behind me. "My mom might come and check up on me and I don't need her seeing you here."

Fang nodded and withdrew his hand. "Of course. We need to talk." And it seemed that right there that all the awkwardness between us was gone and I rolled my eyes at him with a smile sort of tugging at my lips.

"You said that already, Fang, now get to the real point because I do have other things to think about, you know." I just said this as a teaser, a reminder that he really shouldn't be here.

Fang stood by the window and made an almost silent sigh. Then he said, "You were crying."

He said it so bluntly, so emotionlessly, that I turned my head to look at him. His face was as hard as stone. Dammit, he was serious.

I tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling, wishing that he just made that up. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He let out a little puff of air. "Sure, Max. Now tell me what happened." I didn't know if it was the words that he said, or how he said them, but whatever he did made me remember. And he didn't make me remember the good stuff.

Flashes of a fire, being trapped in a dog cage, being cut with a knife, falling down stairs, being punctured with a needle thousands of times, and it kept on going on and on. I didn't know what I was really doing in the real world, but I felt like I would be clutching my head crying, trying to hold in the screams of pain. There was nothing that made sense in my head. Whenever I tried to open my closed eyes images of Fang and my room were distorted and blurred. I couldn't see anything other then colors, making my head hurt even worse, if that was even possible.

In the back of my mind I could hear Fang calling my name, but right now I was only aware of the things. (1) I was in pain, and (2) I was remembering. Everything.

That and PAIN, or did I already say that?

Pictures of Ella and me came up. We were young and I was sleeping in her bed. She came. Told me to move. I didn't. She pushed me out. I fell to the floor. I said she was all right. We both went to sleep in her bed facing opposite ways.

Then I was watching Ella being shipped off to some strangers. I stayed in the middle of the vacant street watching her. Ella turned her head to look at me through the back window with a strained look on her face. My face was set into stone, and I stayed in the street until a car honked at me.

Ella was with me lying on the grass. She asked me a question. I answered. I got up. I spread out my wings. She got on my back and I took off into the sky. We watched the lights under our feet grow smaller. We smiled. We laughed.

Ella was crying. I was leaning against the door with an emotionless face. Ella's face was twisted into disbelief. I watched her with calculating eyes. Her tears slid down her face. She said something. I replied timelessly. She yelled something. She grabbed a picture of her and me. She threw the picture at me. I dodged. It shattered.

Ella was standing in front of me. I wore the same impassive face as before. Ella was sad with tears threatening to fall over. We hugged. My mask fell for a second and my eyes showed the depression. Then...I turned and walked away. Ella started crying.

The images became clearer and more precise as they went on. I stopped crying, and now my face was just tear stained. I didn't know what Fang was doing right now and I didn't know how long I'd had this little episode or when it was going to end, all I knew was that this wasn't going to end until I remembered everything.

One by one, as the images became clearer, the memories lasted longer. There was me at my first school, staying away from everyone. Me living by myself in an orphanage while everyone stayed away. My "agent" Lissa taking me to a house. Me meeting the Martinez's and pushing Nudge up against the wall, threateningly. Walking to my "room". Me trying to go for a fly but getting caught by Mrs. Martinez.

I put piece by piece about whom I was, how I got wings, who my real parents were, who my friends are, and everything from my childhood to now. It was tiring and I was exhausted by the time my eyes opened, or at least I think so. It also could just be the images becoming into one of present time.

Fang's face was in mine, with concern written everywhere, from his stance, to his eyes. His hands were holding my face, making me looked into his dark eyes. Did you know, that when you're only a few inches away from each other's faces, that Fang's eyes are really a really dark brown? Like chocolate brown, but deeper and more dense than any kind- the kind where you can get lost in.

"Max?" His deep, velvet voice shook me out of my trance. I didn't notice how attractive he was until now, and I didn't know if it was because of my memories or just because I was too oblivious to it. Either way, my stomach knotted itself once I realized that he didn't really care for me, in that way at least.

"Hey, Fang." I said in a low voice, since my voice still hadn't remembered how to work. My voice sounded like it was strained and forced. Fang's perfect black eyebrows scrunched up in concern, and he straightened, much to my disappointment, which I disguised as being wary.

Fang's right hand cupped my right elbow and led me towards the bed, even though I very much wanted the cool air that the window offered…especially if I jumped out it.

Fang laid me down carefully and gracefully and brushed my hair out of my face. "Seriously, Max what just happened?"

This time it didn't hurt to hear him say those words. It actually didn't hurt at all. I was just very, very tired. "I dohn oh." I mumbled and began to close my eyes sleepily. My voice still didn't work, even though I only tried to say 'I don't know'. It amazing how different your words can come out when you're mumbling.

I didn't know if fang rolled his eyes, or if that was jut my imagination, but it looked like that with my half closed eyes.

"Whatever Max. Look, I'll get out of here, that way you can get some real sleep and not a two hour nap." He said and started to turn away towards the window.

But I didn't want him to go. I had locked the door, I knew my mother wasn't going to come asking for questions, just yet. It would wait for tomorrow. I know knew my mother's patterns, since I remembered everything. I also remember how Fang practically lived here, what difference did it make for him to actually spend the night here, with me?

Maybe it was because of my irrational thinking, or my sleepiness, but it was most likely both, but I reached out a clumsy hand and grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. I felt him tense up, but I didn't release my hand, for whatever reason.

"Meh, sta. Sta. Wit. Meh." I mumbled and finally then closed my eyes and dropped my hand, trying to prepare myself for the rejection that was to come. I buried my head into the pillow, and turned away from Fang, with my back to him. I didn't really want to see him go, and I didn't trust myself to not open my eyes to watch him go.

I also didn't trust myself to not look at his well-defined butt.

I didn't hear anything happen for a while, and knew that he was probably gone. With my sleepy state, my hearing wasn't as keen as it should be, since I haven't been in total complete shape for a while, since this was a good home, and no one actually wanted to kill me. Yet, anyway.

I was more than shocked to feel the bed shift it's weight, and felt the body heat coming from Fang radiating off him. I couldn't help the tiny smile come on my lips. I only suspected him to just lay on the bed, giving me warmth to an extent. What I didn't suspect was for him to reach out a hand and wrap it around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"Thank you." I whispered.

I didn't hear him reply for I was already too far-gone to understand his words.

I awoke to movement on the bed. My source of warmth was gone, and i didn't like it. My foggy brain made my eyes open, and saw that the pillow i was cuddling was indeed Fang, and he was heading towards the window. That got my attention. Did i do something wrong?

I propped myself on my elbows and looked at him through half closed eyes. "Fan'?" I asked, my voice still a little groggy like my brain. "Wher' y' goin'?"

Fang turned around to look at me, a little sheepish. "Sorry, Max, but i don't want to take any chances with your mother finding out." His words were rushed, and chopped like he didn't want to stay, and his nervous glances at the door proved that he was worried about being caught by my mother, and not wanting to leave me. I was glad for that, and i was going to blame it on my half dead brain.

"Good nigh'." I said nad began to fall asleep again. I heard Fang chuckle before him saying, "Oh, and Max? Today's friday. It's also 6:50. Bye."

It took me a few minutes to finally understand what he was saying, and i would have shouted at him for not waking me up earlier, but he was already long gone.

My eyes snapped open, and i sprang off the bed. I looked at the clock on my dresser, and sure enough it was 6:54. I ran all over the room trying to find some clean clothes and throwing them on. I found a clean pair of black skinny jeans, a red t-shirt with a rose and vine design that came up from the right corner of the shirt. I found a black jeacket to cover up my scars, since the t-shirt was short sleeved. I found some worn out sneakers that were black with red laces. I also then remembered to put on some white socks, which agrivated me een more, since i had to take off my shoes and then put on my socks, and put on my shoes again. That took me the whole of thirty seconds, but to me, in my rushed state, it felt like hours.

I grabbed my backpack, and then remembered i didn't finish any homework that i might have had. I groaned, and hurried towards my door, and practically flew down the stairs-no pun intended. I saw Nudge and Iggy finishing up her breakfast, and when they saw me, all rumbled and totally disorganized, they laughed.

"This is NOT funny!" I shouted at them, running a finger threw my wind blown and tossled hair trying to tame it. They just continued to laugh.

"Come on, or else we're going to be late." Nudge said in gasps, and i immiediately obliged, even though i would have loved to stay home. But for some reason, i didn't want to miss today.

"How are we going to get there? Fang already left." I said. Their laughter stopped completely and they looked at me like i was joking, which i wasn't. It was true. It was 7;10 and all Fang had to do was get home, which was right next door, put on another pair of black jeans, black shirt, and black socks, and put some mouth wash on, and ta-da! He's done.

"Crap." Iggy muttered. I took a quick glance around the room to see that Mom wasn't here.

"Oh, Mom's still asleep." Nudge said, seeing my glance. I nodded.

"Come on, or else we'll be late." I said mimicking Nudge's words, but accident. I was too stressed to fully come up with my own words.

We raced out of the room, like crazed maniacs, that we are. "How are we going to get there?" Said iggy in frustration. His back pack was fully on his back, not trusting it to only be one strap. So was Nudge's and mine's, and let me tell you, we looked like dorks on the rampage.

"I don't know!" Nudge yelled in frustration at Iggy. "Don't ask me!" Suddenly an idea came to me and i don't know how i was suppose to pull it off, with two people on my back. But i didn't want to risk it, and we'll be, not only late, but completely bruised and possibly bloody.

I kept my mouth shut from blurting out that i could fly us all there. We just ran towards the school and prayed that we weren't going to be late.

We were almost there too. I saw the school ahead, and we were even in the parking lot when we heard the warning bell ring. We also noticed Fang's car parked neatly into a parking space in front of the school. Iggy had the deceny to band his textbook fill backpack against the car, making a small dent into it. I could only see it, because of the light that reflected off it was now different, but to the other's eyes they couldn't see it.

"I'm going to kill Fang." Iggy said as we burst through the school front door's. There weren't any students in the halls, which we were grateful for since that meant we could run faster. Iggy turned down a hall while Nudge and I continued on our way to Language Arts Advance. We were almost there. Almost there...

"We're going to make it!" Nudge exclaimed happily.

"Don't get your hopes yet." I said and we poured on the lasst bit of speed we had and i opened the door leading to the Language Arts room.

The bell rung exactly when Nudge and I burst through the door, breathing heavily. We would have both gotten in on time, if it wasn't for the fact that we both went through the door at the same time. We tripped over each other's feet and we collided with the ground witha thud. The room quieted as Nudge and I groaned from the floor, rolling over to try and get up. I said in between groans, "We're not late are we?"

The teacher's stern voice replied, "No, Maximum and Nudge, you are not late. I would though-" Nudge and I both interupted her shouting, "YES!" and fist bumping each other even though we were still on the floor on our backs.

I could feel everyone's gazes on us but Nudge and I ignored them and we got up, with the little dignity we had left, and we intertwined our arms as we walked to our seats next to each other. We laughed along the way, at everyone's gaze and when we finally got to our seats, everyone was whispering. I saw Fang in the back with Brigid, and i glared at him saying with my eyes, "You'll pay for that in gym."

He looked scared, which i was proud, and i turned my sickly sweet smile towards the teacher, who was looking exasperated beyond her years. Helping her out i waved with fake elegance, "You may now proceed with the lesson, Mrs. English."

Everyone chuckled, and the teacher's face was red, but tried to hold in her anger.

I could just tell that this was going to be an eventful day.

AN: Hey everybody, Ariella here (the writer's sister). I know y'all are mad at my sister for not updating but trust me when I tell you it's worth it. She's been getting more and more ideas for other stories as she reads more books. There's some more MR stories she's thinking about along with a Percy Jackson story, a PJ-MR crossover, AND a Mortal Instruments story. She is also writing a little bit for Wind Blown. So as you can see, she has get all of these out of her head and onto paper before she can concentrate on this story again. I will make sure my sister gets all her ideas out of her head by the end of summer, however. So this story is on a BRIEF hiatus. Only a hiatus! The story will be continued- the show must go on and all that junk :P I know this sucks, but it will eventually be worth it once all the other stories are also on fanfiction (They are amazing ;D). WE LOVE YOU ALL AND WE'RE SORRY. R&R if you want but I won't blame you if you don't :( Bye