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So, on with the chapter.

AngelPOV

I stood facing my untidy locker, books, papers and God knows what else were stacked upon each other, threatening to collapse at any moment. But, instead of cleaning and tidying it up, I managed to pull out my Maths book from the pile, only a few pages toppling to the floor.

When I rose from the ground, clutching the papers in my hand, an arm snaked it's way around my waist, bringing me closer to it's owners body.

"Hey there," his voice breathed in my ear. I melted, completely comfortable. Let this moment freeze, and when it's starts again, rewind to the point in time, again. I could stay like this.

His voice sent shivers up my spine, made my heatbeat quicken it's pace, formed butterfly's in my stomach.

"H-hey."

Zack spun me around so I faced him. He wrapped his arms around me, resting them on my waist. His warm eyes look into mine. I couldn't shake his gaze and he kept on looking.

"You okay?" he asked, removing a hand from my waist, using his pointer finger to move a single, blue strand of hair from my forehead. I looked down, suddenly shy. A blush rose into my pale cheeks.

I managed to nod, somewhat unconvincingly. I continued to look away, until he used his hand to raise my chin up so I looked him in the eye. His eyebrow was raised.

"Really?" he said. I paused, not sure what to say. "I don't believe you."

I shook my head, "ok. Ok," I said, turning to close my locker, slamming it shut. I stuffed the last of the papers that were poking through the bottom inside and took his hand in mine, walking down the crowded hallway.

"I've just been... thinking," I started, trying to find the right words to put it. "I really... miss my brother... and the band. But... I-i don't know how to... get them back, you know?"

He nodded, squeezing my hand comfortingly. "What were you thinking of doing?" he asked.

I looked up to the ceiling, "I have no idea!" I laughed nervously. Why was this so hard?

We kept strolling down the hall.

"I think I might have an idea," Zack said. I widened my eyes, and looked up at him, the most gorgeous smile plastered onto his beautiful face. I couldn't help but mirror the grin.

MaxPOV

Standing alone in Fang's bedroom should be awkward, and uncomfortable, but for some bizarre reason, it felt... home-y. Like I haven't been in home in a while, and I'm crawling back into my own bed again.

Fang was in the bathroom, leaving me to venture the room by myself.

After nearly a week of depression after Fang dumped me, I was back on the right track. I had taken a long shower, scrubbing off all grime and dirt, and unknotted my tangled hair. I wore dark skinny jeans and a singlet under an open flannel shirt.

Fangs room was messier than mine, if that's possible. The bed was unmade, clothes covered the floor. But the only place that was tidy, was his desk. I found myself making my way over there, to find a notepad open to words. A poem? No... It looked like song lyrics.

Picking up the book, I was about to start to read it, when Fang walked into the room, mumbling something to himself.

Fang only wore trousers, he held his black shirt in his arms, leaving him shirtless. The black material seemed to be covered in a skin-coloured powder.

But I was distracted. The book had dropped to the floor and my eyes were plastered on Fang's ab's. Oh, God. What was happening to me?

I noticed Fang smirk, "Max," he warned, stepping closer to me.

My mind clouded over, no straight thoughts coming forward. "Hmm?"

"Max."

I snapped my eyes closed. "Oh, my God!" I crouched down, when I heard Fang chuckling. He moved away, crossing the room to his closet.

"Oh, my God!" I said again, still shutting my eyes.

"Sorry, Max! But, you should have seen your face!" He continued to chuckle uncontrolabley. I opened my eyes to see him pulled a shirt over his head.

I sighed, the image of a shirtless Fang still into my mind. I smiled, starting to walk over to Fang.

He fell back onto his unmade bed, patting beside him for me to join him.

I didn't hesitated, crawling beside him and laying down. I sighed, closing my eyes and feeling Fang's warmth wrap around me like a blanket. Fang pulled his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

"Hmm..."

"Max," Fang said.

"Hmm?"

"I-i..." he started. I felt him fidget.

I kept my eyes closed, "what is it, Fang?"

"Max, I love -" he started. His phone interrupted him from the other side of the room, blasting loudly and annoyingly. I pryed my eyes open, lifting my head off of Fang's shoulder and staring in the direction of the phone, as if it would make the ringing stop.

It didn't work.

Fang sighed, pulling me down. I looked into his eyes, him looking in mine. I sighed, kissing the tip of his nose.

I got up and picked up his phone from the ground. Fang started to sit up from the bed, trying to flatten down his black hair.

Meanwhile, I flipped up the phone and read the message.

Practice. Cafe. Now. - Igs.

I sighed, "we've got band practice."

Fang groaned, "who was it?" He started to get up, I walked over to him, standing infront of him as he sat on the bed. He looked up at me, me looking down at him.

"It was Iggy. We have to go now."

He took my hands in his and my breathing quickened, making it harder to catch my breathe.

I reached his hand behind my neck, rising slightly and kissing me right on the lips.

We stayed like this for minutes.

After enjoying the feeling, I moved back, trying to pull Fang off of the bed and walk him to the door, "we have to go now!"

I laughed as he groaned and getting up. "Come on!" I continued to encourage.

He sighed, me still laughing, "I'm coming."

We walked down the stairs together, still holding hands. I wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.