DISClaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I make no profit from this.

I'm revealing Max's Secrets now... *evil laugh*

Hope you enjoy this.

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"Love you too." A bitter smile crossed my face. "I'm sure you do." I felt utterly pathetic… and I knew I had to talk to my travel agent.

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Max's POV

I closed my eyes as I hung up and let out a long breath. Quil looked at me, his arms still tight around me. He was being my pretend Seth for half an hour.

I hated lying to Evan, and Seth didn't know I'd come to Port Angeles to phone home, because he would probably get dead jealous if he found out, but I had to get here.

I'd spoken to Leah when Seth had disappeared into the shower for a while - she had gone pale when she'd looked at the photo and I had assumed the worst had happened - she'd imprinted on him.

-x-That Morning-x-

Within seconds of her looking at the photo, I had snatched it off her and stared at it, my heart rate slowing as I realised it wasn't my brother.

"What happened?" I hissed as I threw the picture onto the table in the kitchen. Seth was in the shower

"I imprinted!" She hissed back.

"Why him?" I retorted, aware that, thankfully, the shower was still running.

"I don't know!" She replied in a whisper, "I can't chose who I imprint on!"

"Well… un-imprint yourself!" I growled.

"I can't." She said, a pained expression on her face, "He's my frigging soul mate." I groaned and threw myself down at the table. She was grinning wildly as she said it. "Don't say anything to Seth…" She begged as we heard the pipes shut down upstairs and she took my hands. "Please Max…"

"Alright…"

"Can you get him here?"

"What?"

"Can you get him here?" She repeated, I took a long breath and stared into her eyes. She looked so weak, so lonely, that I had to nod.

"Yes." I conceded tiredly after a few seconds. "I'll try." A pause, "Nothing else. If he doesn't want to then I can't make him, OK?"

"Yeah." She nodded and looked at the stairway. Her voice rose slightly and she giggled. "Thank you, Max."

"Why're you thanking her?" He smiled and wrapped one arm around me, shaking his still-wet hair all over me.

"Thanks." I grunted, shoving him gently.

"Max said she'd go shopping with me in Port Angeles. She needs some clothes and I'm running outta trousers-"

"I'll come with you…" He started immediately.

"No, Seth." I blurted suddenly, knowing I couldn't phone home with him around. "You've got patrol. I'm sure Quil won't mind taking us-"

"But Macken-"

"No." I said, a little more forcefully, "I want some girl time with my new friend." I gestured at Leah and she waved sarcastically. Seth leaned closer to me and looked into my eyes. For a second, we stared at each other and then he smiled, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine for the longest of times. "Thank you." I

"I never agreed to anything."

"I thought you'd just sealed the deal with a kiss?"

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Evan's POV

London, England,

Two Days Later

I stuffed everything I could into a suitcase, heavy and unhelpful; it dragged on the ground as I tried to get to the cab as fast as I could. My passport was in my rucksack, I had paid for extra luggage so I could take my guitar with me. I was going to nick Mac's from her place too, but I figured… Ben bought it for her, I wasn't sure if she'd want it yet.

Mum was out at work, I hadn't gone back to uni yet - I was still taking some personal time, but I knew, in my heart of hearts, that if Max… if my Mac was staying in America, I would be too. I'd emailed last night, so that mum would have no idea. I wouldn't tell her I was going, it would break her heart. I had taken every number off my mobile, put them into a notebook and stuffed that in my backpack too - I wasn't leaving anything to chance - I wanted to make sure she couldn't find me. But I'd left a note, and my sim card, to tell her I was going to find Mac and that she shouldn't bother trying to follow me. I had written to her to tell her I was going to try to bring Mackenzie Scott home.

This time I was the one that didn't want to be found. I laughed to myself as I sat in the car, looking morosely at the three bags I had with me. My guitar case, old and battered, lay on the seat beside me, like a faithful friend. My old school backpack - it held all my money, everything I owned in the world, a change of clothes, a bottle of water, a load of general tat and my passport, a one-way ticket to Port Angeles Airport - it had a name, but I didn't really care at the time - stuck safely inside it. I put my headphones in my ears and tried to concentrate on the music I had turned right up, tried to block out the past fortnight and pretend this was just a school politics trip, or something.

Every time I closed my eyes, I found that picture on my calendar appeared in my mind. I remembered that day as if it was yesterday - a constant memory that haunted my mind - a good memory though, with a beautiful girl in it, the pretty fairytale girl who always won her prince. That day I could pretend I was the prince, and she was my princess.

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We'd been down at the fields for the day, it was the last day of the summer and the three of us were going our separate ways - Mac was setting off to Nottingham for her first year, about to bike off into the sun and leave us behind - Ben and I were going back to sixth form for our last year.

She'd convinced Ben to let Lizzie Buchanan come along - he hadn't been interested in the fair girl with big brown eyes and a wicked personality, but this would be the time he'd notice her.

We'd left them alone and gone down to the lake, to say 'goodbye for now' in Mac's own words. She laughed as she found the tyre-on-a-rope that Ben and I had installed a few weeks ago, the one that swung out over the water where it was just deep enough to jump into - we were seventeen, but we weren't mature enough to know it was stupid, yet.

She looked at me as she climbed onto it easily, standing on the top of the tyre and holding the knotted rope tightly.

"Aren't you gonna join me?"

"'Course." She laughed as I wrapped my arms around her and clutched at the rope tightly, stepped into the ring and rested my head on her shoulder awkwardly. "Gonna miss you Mac'. It's gonna be a long year."

"I know, Evan, but… you'll find some girls, you'll forget about me."

"Mac' you've known… for ages how much I've liked you." I murmured, "I love you in my life… you can't just go." I remember biting my lip and holding my breath and waiting for her to tell me to let go, to leave.

"Well… maybe…" She turned so she was balanced delicately on the tyre, sandwiched in between the rope and me. Her movement had set the rope swinging slightly and I couldn't afford to change my grip - if I went, she would go too, and we'd end up in a tangle of person, rope and floor.

She smiled and leaned closer to me, the grin growing on her face.

"Mac, what're you-" Her lips touched mine and she sighed, melting against me. Her hand slid into my hair and she pressed herself against me. I was older than her brother, caught midway between them, but I knew he wouldn't like this. He wouldn't feel comfortable with it.

We were still kissing and swinging on the tyre three minutes later, I was bloody impressed with our balance, we were swinging, but still standing. She had wound her arms tight around me, her fingers still slipping slowly through my hair, her lips still pressed tight to mine. I felt a little guilty, unable to move for fear of falling - I wanted to lock our fingers together, hold her tight and never let her go.

She was here, she wasn't going to leave, she was going to stay in this memory forever - as the sun set, I jumped from the tyre and held my arms out to her, to help her down.

She laughed as she fell on top of me and I swept the hair from her face. Her lips grazed mine again and I fell even deeper than I had before.

"What're you guys, - oh…" Ben's voice came out as a half-excited giggle, mixed with a pained groan.

"I… uh… Ben, I-"

"I've been waiting." He laughed and I relaxed, looking at him with a big bright grin on my face. "Don't look at me like that, Evan!" He laughed louder, "It's not like it wasn't obvious. You'll drive her anywhere, mate. We men only do that for the ladies we adore." I raised an eyebrow and he grinned. "Well… Maybe Maxxie had an inkling…" There was a long pause and he saluted her comically, a blessing from her brother. When he'd left, I looked at her, a smile on my face, questioning with my eyes.

"Yeah, maybe I did." She was grinning brightly, "You've joked about it often enough," her fingers grazed my arm and she put her head against my shoulder again. "You wanna sit for a while?"

I nodded silently and she sat down on the grass, leaning against the tree the tyre was hanging from. I laughed and joined her, wrapped my arms around her and held onto her for all I was worth.

Tomorrow life was going to change, but now, at least, I had Mac to hold onto.

We sat together until the shadows grew long and we could barely see for the darkness around us and the last slice of the sun beaming into our eyes. When I'd walked her home, she kissed me goodnight and wrote her number down on my hand for the millionth time.

"I've already got it," I said softly as her lips touched my cheek again.

"I'm making sure you remember me." She murmured into my ear. I laughed and shook my head.

"Like I'll forget."

-x-

I opened my eyes and sighed, looking at the glass mass that was Stansted International Airport. I was only sighing because I was tired of architecture, modern or otherwise, I was tired of it raining, pouring down on my head every single fucking day of my life.

I'd looked at the area around Port Angeles last night. It wasn't the best weather, but… hell, it had to be sunnier than England, didn't it?

I paid the cabbie with twenty quid, he groaned that it wasn't enough, but I didn't listen, walked away, stuffed all my stuff onto a trolley and went to check in.

Not long now. I noticed vaguely as I sat down in the departures lounge that the stomach ache I'd had for a couple of days had intensified.

Maybe I was just nervous? Maybe my brain knew something I hadn't realised yet… I didn't know. I just couldn't wait to see her again.

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A/N: Please review and let me know how I did... :P

Oh, Evan... poor thing. you've got no idea, mate. (again)

This chapter was inspired by "Just So you Know" By Pete Schmidt and "Indiana" By Jon McLaughlin (thank you Badwolfrose) haha

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