A/N Ok, chapter 3!

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I started to open my eyes, and brought my hands up to rub the sleep out of them. Or I at least attempted to. It was kind of hard with Fang wrapped around me.

I started to pry him off but he just wrapped his arms tighter and buried his head in my neck.

"Dude, Fang, we need to get up." My voice sounded horrible. "Fang, I need some water. Let me go."

He loosed his hold only enough for me to grab the cup next to our bed. As soon as I put the cup down, he pulled me back into bed.

"Stay," He says, as he starts to slowly kiss up my neck and to my jaw.

He was not going to distract me AGAIN from what I had to do. But I STILL wasn't complaining.

"Fang, I wanna take pictures of the island with my phone. I want to make sure we can remember this place always." I tried to at least reach for the phone, but he wasn't letting me move.

I sighed and moved my head so he could have better access. I might as well go along with it until we really have to get up. It was still dark out, and we could probably stay here for another hour until Dylan or Angel came and got us.

I finally got annoyed and pulled his mouth up to mine. After a couple of minutes of him sliding his hands under my tank top, and me doing nothing about, he apparently took the liberty of attempting to take it OFF.

I wasn't about to stop him, because if he got to take MY shirt off, I got to take HIS off.

He got mine off, and I had just pulled his up past his AMAZING abs when we were interrupted.

"HOLY SHIT!" I dived to grab my shirt, and Fang had the decency to stand up in front of me while I put it on.

"You heard of this AWESOME new thing called knocking, Dylan? I'd appreciate it if you took up that habit. I don't like guys seeing my girlfriend half naked."

"FYI, I'm not THAT naked." I said as I stepped out from behind Fang, shirt fully on. "Now what the hell is so important for you to disturb us?"

"Angel's hungry." He smiled, and left before I could punch him.

"YOU KNOW HOW TO FREAKING COOK!" I shouted.

He poked his head pack through the door.

"Damn, Max, relax. I was just saying she's hungry. There's nothing wrong with that."

"There IS something wrong with it when I FINALLY get some alone time with my BOYFRIEND." Fang smirked as I said this, while Dylan's face fell. I knew he still hoped to be with me.

Fang pulled me into a hug and kissed my head as Dylan walked out of our little hut.

"So, I'm your boyfriend, huh?" He looked down and smirked at me.

"Hmm... I'm not quite sure." I stepped out of our embrace and tapped my chin, pretending to think. I was about to talk when he grabbed by my arms and jerked me against him.

We bent down to whisper in my ear.

"Does this help?"

And then he kissed me, HARD. And it was honestly one of our best yet.

Fang still had my arms pinned to my side, and just as the fog cleared enough for me to wonder why, he slowly started to slide my straps down my shoulders and past my waist.

"Fang, where are you going with this?" I said, nervous all of the sudden.

All he did was answer with a cryptic "Everywhere."

He slid my arms around his neck, and used his hands to tilt my jaw up and kiss me.

These boys where most definitely going to he the death of me.

I pulled away as he started to kiss my neck.

"I'm sorry, Fang, but I have to go make Angel breakfast." I sighed and walked out, pulling my straps up as I went.

"Angel, baby, you want breakfast?" I shouted out at her.

She ran up and hugged me. "Yes, Maxxie!"

She smiled and ran off into the hut, leaving me thinking about how glad I was to have my baby back, and not a psychic psycho.

I sat on our make shift log-benches around our fire pit and started to cook some of the fish we caught yesterday.

All of a sudden, I hear something blasting from the hut.

"So, so what

I'm still a rock star,

I got my rock moves,

And I don't need you,"

"What the hell is that?!" I yelled over to Angel. I hadn't heard that song in ages.

Fang walked out of the hut, holding my iPhone in his hand.

"Uh, babe, your phone's ringing..." His voice didn't sound any different but I could see in his eyes that he was shocked.

I didn't even stop to think about how he called my babe. I grabbed my phone from his hands, pressing the answer button.

A/N

HAHA! Cliffy! SOO sorry but this is how it is in my head. So sorry for the long wait! And all the stuff going on worth Max and Fang is just little Goth/Emo me (I can pass as either one) wishing that I had the fortune to have a nice, sweet, hot boyfriend in the same subculture categories as me! This happens EVERY time we move. :( but anywho...

I apologize so much for not updating! About a month or two ago I moved to DC from Japan, which was super hard because I also have five cats. Also, there's been around three suicides in my family within the last month and a half. I say around three because one is not officially classed as a suicide yet. I am working on it as much as possible, but school starts very soon, and we've had a bunch of friends and family visit us. So I apologize, and I know I have no excuse!