I don't know how long Fang and I stayed there like that. But it was peaceful, calming, serene. It felt good. It reminded me of why I had loved him two years ago. Inwardly I gasped; I loved him? Did I still love him?

I broke away, desperate for air to calm my racing mind.

Fang looked at me strangely. It was a look that said: What's going on in your mind right now that you had to ruin that moment?

I wanted to roll my eyes at that, but I was a little preoccupied.

Of course you love him, the voice jumped in. You always have.

What?! Wait, of course I loved him. I didn't necessarily like him but I love him. I love everyone in the flock. Why should he be any different? Well, that was a redundant question. It was also very rhetorical.

"Max?" Fang asked uncertainly.

"Sorry, Voice," I explained, smiling up at him. He'd really grown in these last two years. It was hard to believe he was at least a foot taller than me.

"You're such a tiny shrimp," he smirked, obviously on the same though process as I. "I swear you're shrunk."

"Yes, because that's exactly what people do when they get much older. I mean, I know I've grown, but I didn't know that I'd reversed the process and become practically elderly."

"Aw, come on. You were never really a kid."

I sighed. "No, we never had any time to be."

"Max, stop thinking about that. We can all be happy now, okay?" he brushed a piece of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. I shivered involuntarily. It was strange, to be this close to Fang again.

He leaned in and kissed me again, but it was broken apart abruptly by a piercing scream coming from the hall.

We dashed out of the bathroom in a mad race and into the kitchen where Nudge stood shrieking and pointing at an ominous dark cloud against the slightly less dark sky. "Erasers!" she cried.

My eyes turned wide and I rushed to Rose to make sure she was okay. As I reached her, I saw Angel protectively holding her. "Go fight them, Max. I'll keep her safe," she said. I nodded.

"Max! They're coming!" Fang yelled.

I burst into the kitchen / living room area just as about twenty erasers burst through the bay window, shattering the glass all over the carpet.

"We want you to come with us," they droned.

"Do you guys ever get any new pick-up lines? Goodness, they're not working very well in case you hadn't noticed," I said, then launched myself at them.

Nudge, Fang, and I beat the crap out of them for a good ten minutes before dumping their bodies onto the fire escape where the slid down into the dumpster at the bottom in the alleyway between buildings.

"Well, that was weird," Nudge said, still staring out of the window down at the latest attackers.

"Understatement, much?" said Iggy, who was just walking into the room. "How come you guys didn't ask for the rest of us to come fight?" He sounded kind of angry at that. I just shrugged and he continued to be oblivious to that.

"I haven't seen them in two years," Fang said, disbelief actually evident on his face for once.

"I haven't either," I stated.

"Well then, we concur," Iggy said sarcastically. "We have not seen erasers in two years."

"I'm rolling my eyes, Iggy," I said.

"You really don't need to say that; you kind of roll your eyes after everything," he said. I sighed. I'd only been back, what, twenty four hours, and already he was making snide comments.

"Mommy!" a cry was heard from down the hall from a certain two year old.

I sprinted into the bedroom, throwing the door open and looking around desperately. There, dripping with blood, was my little girl.

Sorry this chapter was so not-good!! Any ideas to continue this story with? I've gotten a few but I'm still kind of having writer's block.