Fast update this time!

Oh, and the Fang and his mother problem thing does have some relevence!

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Max's POV

"You betta run..." Robert said as he pushed me through the front door. He sounded like he wanted to yell, but didn't have enough brain power.

I crossed me arms over my chest, holding onto my upper arm, and started running. Despite my limp, I was going pretty fast. I didn't know where I was going, but any place is better then my house...except, maybe, a bar full of drug dealers and rapists and people who run dog fights.

I squeezed my eyes shut to try to stop the tears leaking though my eyes. Every step hurt, and I more then once messed up my step so my ankle bent sideways.

The streetlights lit the mid-night darkness, causing shadows to come alive (like my personification?). They looked mischevious, tempting humans to come near and see their tricks.

Something in my brain must have come loose, because in any normal situation I wouldn't be discribing shadows like I'm writing a Fairy Tale.

I was wiping my eyes with my forarm when I ran into something hard. I stumbled back and lifted up my head. And like in a cheesy romance story, I was Fang.

"Oh-What are you doing here?" I asked. I wasn't too worried about him seeing my bruises, for the shadows must have covered up most of my face.

"Most people say sorry when they run into another human being." Fang said with sarcasm, bu tI could tell he wasn't totally...there.

I paused, then said "You okay?" I was worried about him. He isn't usually acting like he's hiding something.

"I'm fine." He said, looking into my eyes. A shiver ran down my back, which I was pretty sure it wasn't because of the cold.

"Are you sure?" I persisted. "Fang, you're not telling me something. What is it? Is it-"

I never got to finish my sentance. It's kind of hard to when another person has their mouth on yours.

...

My first thought was to run. Hey, I was shocked! My second thought was to kiss back...so I went with the second one. How embaressing would it be if I just left him like that? Plus...I just really didn't want to go.

Good god, I was living a sappy love story.

Cue love song and flower petals falling from the sky.

Even though it was kind of a cheesy setting...you have to live a fairy tale once in a while.

Anyway, Fairy Tale have happy endings, right? Well, maybe not the oringal Grimms Brother's tales, but the Disney revised movies.

I felt Fang wrap his arms around me, and, like in those sappy fairy tales, I felt safe.

Fang's POV

At first, Fang was worring about Max beating the crap out of him. But when she kissed back, he relaxed some.

He didn't know why he did it, it just seemed...right? It didn't matter right then, either way.

Iggy's POV

Welcome one and all1 you've just entered Iggy's interior thoughts! Hosted by yours truely, Iggy.

Right now, I was watching a movie with Riv while Max and Fang are off somewhere else.

Before I go on, let me say that me and Riv are just friends. That's it. Best friends, no more no less.

And she passed out on my shoulder...no, don't say "aww" or "They should totally get together" or anything like that. Besides, I already have a girl-friend...kind of.

I saw Riv's right should jerk forward, and I knew she was dreaming. and in her dream, she was appearently punching someone or something. I've known her long enough and she fell asleep on my should enough times for me to know these things. The little things that she does that might escape most people.

Like how she'd pick at the cornor of her bottom lip when she's reading or really irritated. How she'll play with her hair and not realize it untill her finger got stuck in a tangel. How her fingers would drum to the beat of a song, no matter what song that was. How her eyebrows would knite together when she was confused or just saw something disgusting. How her laugh was way to loud and high pitched, and how much she laughed. (She laughs at all my joke. It helps my ego quiet a bit.)

And How her right should would jerk forward when she sleep, indicating that she's hitting something. He would hit with her right arm, being lousy with her left. She doesn't really pack much of a punch, but she has boney knuckles.

Knowing that she was punching someone made me wonder what she was dreaming about. Probably that she was beating the crap out of Max's step-father. This whole thing with Max must be eating her up. Riv was very serious about these things. She told me she wanted to work some place that would help the abused and molested. I remember that she told me that she wished she could help all the kids who were abused.

"You can't save them all." I told her.

"I can sure as Hell try." She reported back.

That's one of the things I love about her. She's determined. She knows the length of her bravery and strength, it's just that she pushes those limits on purpose.

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