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FangPOV

The band watched as Iggy paced back and fourth through the room, shaking his head andmumbleing to himself. Ella was pale with worry. He hadn't said anything in the past hour.

Max spoke up, "God! Iggy, quit pacing, it's doing my head in!" she slumped back in her seat in her place next to me in the double-seater couch. I wrappeed my arm behind her on the back of the chair. She sighed, leaning in to me and resting her head on my shoulder.

"Ok, guys!" Iggy yelped, getting everyones attention. "The dance is in two days, and we have no plan. None."

Everyone was quiet. "So?" asked Nudge.

"'So'! What if we get up there and have no plan at all? We'll look like idiots." replied Iggy.

"Then lets plan now," suggested Gazzy.

Iggy through his hands up in the air, "we can't plan now! It's too late. I have to go, Max has to leave and so does Nudge! Most of us won't even be here!"

Max stood up, "look, Iggy. We have two whole days. We'll just plan tomorrow, ok?" Iggy paused, hesitent. "Ok?" Max pressed further.

Iggy exhaled, "yeah..."

"Good. Now I am going." She leant down before me, kissing my lips, "see you later, babe,"

I watched her as she left the cafe.

"Dude," I heard Iggy say. I continued to watch Max.

"Dude," he said again. I looked at the door.

Then, something hit my shoulder forcefully, getting me out of my trance. I looked back at the group, who were all staring at me, "what?"
"Dude! Your in it bad," exclaimed Iggy.

I shook my head, "in what?"

MaxPOV

I walked all the way to Zack's house from Nudges parents cafe. I knew I was late, I tried to walk faster.

By the time I got there, it was nearly 4. I was meant to be here half an hour ago.

I walked through the white, picket fence and up the path that wound through an evenly cut garden of beautiful flowers and quick growing grasses. I sighed, it was as pretty as I remembered it. It smelt fresh, nice. Like blossums.

I knocked twice on the red front door, waiting for an answer.

The band didn't know I was meeting with Zack instead of band practice. Even Fang didn't know where I was off to. I didn't want him, or any of the others, angry or jealous. They had asked but I had just waved it off.

A small girl whereing a green flower dress answered the door. She was an exact copy of Zack, long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.

"Yes?" she asked.

I smiled down at her, "I'm Max,"

She smiled in reply, "what can I do for you, Max?"

I couldn't help but grin at thid girls manners. She was so sweet and cute. She couldn't be any older then seven.

"I'm looking for Zack,"

She opened the door wider, motioning me inside.

I walked into a small corridor that spread to two different rooms, one to the right, one to the left. The girl lead me further into the house. As I passed the two rooms, I noticed one was a study and the other was a lounge room.

She guided to what I remembered was Zack's room, though I was sure it would've changed over three years.

"Here you are, Max," It was then I remembered who the little girl was.

"Chrissy? Baby Chrissy?"

The girl nodded up at me, grinning widely.

I laughed, giving the girl a hug. I hadn't seen her since she was a toddler, and she was so small then. She had grown up so much.

She wwas Zack's little sister. She used to follow us around when we hung out at home. She always loved me, and especially Ella.

I was about to question her about school and life when the door infront of us opened to reveal and shirtless Zack.

I quietened immediately, trying not to stare aimlessly at his abs.

"Hey, Maxy!" he greeted, smiling. He didn't seem to notice he was missing any item of clothing.

I cleared my throat, "er, hey... Zack." Awkward. I tried to give him signals of putting on a shirt, seeing as I have lost my words.

I had a questioning look on his face, but when he finally realized, he gasped, "oh, God! I'm so sorry, Maxy!" He reentered his room, not closing the door so I could follow. I laughed as he searched his room for a clean shirt, sniffing a few that he picked up off of the floor then throwing them back onto the floor over his shoulder when they weren't clean.

When he finally found one, he tugged it on, sighing relief. "Sorry about that, Max,"

I grinned, "It's fine, Zack. Seriously."

He flipped his hair to the side, sitting down on his desk chair. I put down my bag at the end of his single bed and flopped down onto his bed, head in his pillow. I heard him laugh, but the smell of Zack from his bed was so overwhelming I had to sit up. I caught my breathe and sighed.

He watched me, some sought of glint in his eye. I sat there, looking back. I wondered if his eyes were always this sparkly or whether it was just the light coming from his window.

"Uh-hum," I looked away. "Maybe, we should work on our assignment?" I stared at my hands that were on my lap.

"Yep," he replied. He swung his chair around to grab a notebook. "I'll do you first,"

I nodded as he flipped to a fresh page in his book. I lifted my legs up to the unmade bed and crossed them, taking off my shoes.

"So, Max," he started, "what's your full name?"

"Maximum Ride,"

"Where do you live?"

"New York,"

"Who else lives in your house?"

"My mum, Valencia and my sister, Ella,"

Sam got up from his seat across from me and came and sat close to me on the bed. He continued to ask questions.

"Who are your friends?"

"Kim, Sarah, Nudge, the band,"

"What's your favourite sport?"

"Soccer,"

"What are you good at?"

"I play guitar, piano and can sing,"

Zack paused for a moment, pen still poised at the page. He looked up at me, "Who's your boyfriend?"

When I hesitated my answer he leant in. Closer, closer he came until I could feel his breathe wash over my face. He paused over my lips. When I didn't pull away, he kissed me.

His lips were soft, gentle yet wanting more. He moaned hungrily.

I wanted more, I knew that, but that annoying little voice at the back of my mind knew right from wrong. Stop! It screamed. Don't you dare cheat on Fang! Remember, Fang? Your boyfriend? Yeah, you are cheating on him right now. That's not good, you know!

I jerked my head away, our lips coming apart. I crawled to the oppisite side of the bed, immediately missing Zack's warmth.

"F-fang," I stuttered. Zack gave me a look, confused. "M-my boyfriend. Fang,"

"Oh," he managed. He grabbed his pen and paper and wrote it down slowly.