Ok. I am so sorry if the last chapter was confusing! A few people said it was, so if you do, you are not alone. Just ask my in a PM and I'l explain. Sorry, again...

So, on with the chapter!

MaxPOV

That night, I woke in a cold sweat, not remembering dreaming, yet knowing the scaring things that were flahing in my mind. I rolled voer in bed and took my phone from the bedside table. It proved it was 3 in the morning. I sighed, flipping back my blankets and going down the stairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Filling my glass in the dark, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs noisily. I froze, knowing it was either Ella or Mum. It was when the light suddenly came on when I jumped.

"Oh, god. Mum!" I complained, bringing my hand to my chest in attempt to settle t down.

My mother laughed, "sorry, hun,"

I brought both hands to my glass, careful not to spill it and took it over to the bench. I jumped up onto a stool and started to drink slowly.

"Why are you up so late?" I asked mum as she went looking for something in the fridge.

She contiued looking, saying, "I could ask you the same thing, missy," I grinned at her as she brought out a carton of milk. Not bothering to get a glass, she started to gulp the milk down from the carton.

/she pulled it away from her mouth, placing it on the bench. She leant down on it with her elbows, looking me square in the eye.

"So, what's wrong?"

I looked away, "nothing's wrong,"

There was a slight pause, "Max,"

I sighed, looking back at her.

"Is it about Fang?" she asked.

I felt my eyes grow wider in shock, "what do you know about Fang?"

"Max, everyone knows about you and Fang. It's kind of obvious,"

She smiled at me as I blushed.

"Are... a-are you... you know, ok with it?" I stumbled.

She was silent again, "as long as you're happy,"

I smiled, "thanks, mum,"

I took another sip of my water.

"You still haven't told me what's wrong,"

I sighed, putting down the glass, "it's Ella. She's joined the band,"

My mum raises an eyebrow, "that's it?"

I shrug my shoulders, "well, that and a mixture of things. I'm worried about Angel, Gazzy, Sam... Fang? The whole band. The gig at the dance coming up. Just stuff all together. It's a lot to go through..." Mum nodded.

"What should I do?" I asked weakly.

My mother thought for a moment. Then she grabbed the carton, took another swig. She put it in the fridge then turned to me.

I waited for her answer.

She shugged her shoulders, "I don't know,"

She then turned and went back to bed, not before saying, "you've faced the worst, Max,"

She left me alone in my thoughts. "you've faced the worst," Her words kept swirling in my head. Both her and Fang have said this to me. What does it even mean? I sigh, putting my glass in the sink and walking back to my room.

The next morning: Monday. Days like these I feel like Garfield, saying all day I hate Mondays and am addicted to lasagna.

Fang was walking me to school this morning, so I needed to get ready early. I woke at 6, got ready and had an apple for breakfast. When Fang arrived, both Mum andElla were still in bed fast asleep.

Fang greeted mme with a kiss, which ended shortly before it got more passionate.

"Hey, babe," he greeted. I smiled at him, taking his hadn and guiding him out the door.

On our way to school, we just talked, until we fell into silence. A silence that didn't need disgussing, was just simple and comfortable.

Once we reached the school, it was almost time for homeroom. We parted and I left for the classroom.

I saw Nudge talking to the teacher as soon as I got in the class. She waved at me as I sat down at the table.

I started to unpack my bag when I heard a familiar squeal, "M-a-a-a-a-ax-y!" it yelped. I rose my head to find Fang's older brother, Dylan, standing at the door. He received a scowl from the teacher at the desk as he jogged goofily into the room. He came to the desk, reaching across the table and clutching my face in his hands.

"Oh, darling! It's been so long!" he said dramatically, kissing both sides of my face on my cheeks leaving drips of saliva on my clean skin.

"Hey, Dylan," I greeted.

He pulled back, "oh, hey babe. How's it going?"

I laughed, "great, Dylan. How about you?"

He put a hand on his waist, other hand raaised lazily in the air, elbow bent, "oh, just splendid, darling. Who dresed you this morning, hun? A blind hobo?" he suggested, pointed disgusted at my choice of clothes, jeans and dirty shirt.

"What's wrong with this?" I asked. I looked down at myslef, seeing nothing wrong.

"Er, what's right with it, you mean? It is a disgrace to your gender, Maximum. I and Nudge dressing you tomorrow morning before school, no dicussion," I opened my mouth to speak to only have a hand cover it. I looked to see Nudge sitting next to me.

"Dylan's right, Max. A disgrace,"

"It is better for us all! Well, our eyes... Besides, we must show that figure of yours at some point!" squealed Dylan.

I rose my head to him, "tell me you are gay!"

He just laughed, "ciao, Maximum!"