FangPOV

I sat silently, using my fork to pick at a lose lettuce leaf. Thoughts flew through my head, and I didn't feel like eating.

I didn't notice Dylan staring intently at me from the other side of the table. I just kept thinking. I heard him sigh, then he reached forward and slapped me across the cheek.

I brought my hands to my face, "what the hell, dude? That freaking hurt!" I yelled, on my feet.

He gave a satified "hmph," continuing with his food.

Suspiscious, I hesitently took my seatt again.

I cleared my throat, "Dyl?"

"Yes, darling Fangles?" he replied, not looking up from his plate.

I cleared my throat. "We have a manager."

Dylan stopped, loking up, eyes wide. "A manager for..."

"The Flock. We have manager. We did it Dylan!" A grin spread onto his face. He stood up, and so did I.

"Oh, my God!" he said. I nodded, mirroring his grin. "Oh, my God!" he jumped up and wrapped his arms around me. We laughed, embraced in each other. "Oh, my God!"

"I know! Dylan, I know!" I didn't even realize until then, tears streaming down his face.

I pulled away. "A-are you crying?"

Dylan shrugged, sniffing into his arm, still smiling. "I'm just proud of you, Fang! You did it and will keep at it, I know! I-i just can't believe it!"

I grinned, reaching to hug him again.

MaxPOV

I sat at the bottom step of the staircase, staring at nothing in particular. I was lost in thought. Mum had passed a few times, but had let me be. I didn't notice.

Then, she came up to me with a washing basket in her arms, a smile on her face. She turned around and lower herself down to the same step as me. I looked at her and she just smiled.

She got to work, grabbing a towel and folding. Once she was finished, she went to another one, starting again, and again.

I went back to thinking. It seemed she wasn't even there.

It seemed like hours passed before she said, "what's up, honey bun?"

I opened my mouth, no words coming out. After several attempts, my voice squawked, "the band has a manager."

I looked over, to see mum grinning. "A manager? Who?"

I chuckled, "his name is Ellie! He'll make us famous, mum! We did it!"

Mum jumped up as if she got an electric shock, right into my arms and hugging me tightly.

I closed my eyes, a single tear falling down my face.

But they flew back open when I heard her voice.

"How... sweet," Ella spat, voice pure venum. Mum got out of my arms, looking at Ella like me. "Oh, please. Don't let me ruin the lovely mother-daughter moment! Obviously there isn't room for Ella!"

Mum stood up infront of Ella, "where in the world have you been, young lady! I have been worried sick -"

"That's not what I saw then. I'm fine, see? You didn't care," She walked past mum to the bottom of the stairs where I sat, "I'm going to my room. Bye, sweets!"

When I heard her door slam I looked to mum, who's eyes were narrowed and mouth a thin line, looking still where Ella's back was.

I sighed, flinging my head forward. Here we go again...