Hey! I know I promised I would update, but guys, I'm sick AND my laptop deleted everything! And when I say everything, I mean the chapter I was going to post. And I feel horrible! And did I mention I was sick? ): and I feel like lying around all day. I hope you guys don't hate me. I'll update tomorrow, but I was just letting you know why I didn't update. (:

Max's POV

We walked into the house and Fang plopped me down on the couch.

"Stay here, I'll go get you something for your…. Injures." He finished, and walked into the kitchen, which was right behind the couch. I looked all around. To my right were the stairs, and the door. Between both of those was the dinning room. Also, I noticed that there were stairs leading downstairs, too. Probably to the basement. Looking around I realized this was a really nice home. Fang came back with ice and a first aid kit.

"Lift up your shirt, Max," he said, smirk on his face.

"You fucking perv! First you kidnap me, and then you're trying to make me take my shirt off?" I yelled back at him.

"Max, I want to make sure your ribs aren't broken."

"Oh, right. Sorry" I blushed.

I lifted my shirt and gasped at what I saw. My whole stomach was covered in black and blue. Some parts even purple.

"Not gunna lie," Fang whispered, looking at my stomach in shock, "I think they're broken."

"You think? You fucking think? Either you're really stupid, or you have a horrible sense of humor, or whatever the hell it's called." I snapped at him.

He didn't take any offence to that as he smirked.

"Sit up, so I can wrap this around you."

I sat, groaning in pain. At least what I thought was pain. Fang wrapped the gauze stuff around my middle, applying a lot of pressure to keep it down. This, was what I called pain.

"There, now let me see your wrist," he said, looking up at me and smiling.

My wrist? Oh, yeah, I did hurt my wrist. I looked down and saw a small bruise. He examined my wrist.

"Your wrist will be fine, I promise. But your ribs, I don't know." He said, no emotion showing on his face. We sat in silence for a few minutes, before Fang spoke up.

"Well, get up. We're going to try walking." He said, taking my hand and helping me up. I felt so…so… helpless right now! I needed Fangy over here to help me. Wait, what the hell? I just called him Fangy? What's up with that nickname? Anyways, we started taking small steps, and eventually, with the help of Fang, I could walk.

"Wanna see the house?" he asked, looking at me with that stupid, retarded, amazing, gorgeous-Wait! What am I talking about? I don't like him, do I? I mean, he is pretty hot, and- no. Max, you don't like him. Anyways, he looked at me with that smirk on his face. I wonder if he ever smiles?

"Max?" he asked. I must have zoned out, which is why he asked again. "Wanna see the house?"

"Um, yeah. Sure why not? It wouldn't hurt or anything to see the house. I mean it is really pretty and, yeah I'm just going to shut up now." I babbled on.

"He smirked. "K," was all he said, and we walked into the kitchen, which is connected to the living room we were in.

"Well, this is the kitchen," he stated, smirking again.

"Really? Never seen a kitchen before." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Alright then, moving on." He said, and leading me out of the doorway in the kitchen.

There was a small hallway, leading to the dining room, stairway to the basement, living room, and bathroom. We turned right and walked a little down the hallway. To my right was the laundry room, and left was a door that was closed. Fang opened the door, and we walked in. On my right was another bathroom. It had a bath, a shower, a toilet in a separate room, but still in the bathroom, and a walk in closet. We walked out of the bathroom and further into the room. There was a king size bed, and a flat screen on top of a dresser. Also, there were two nightstands, and another dresser.

"And this," Fang spoke. "Is where all the magic happens." He smirked and winked at me.

"Really? I always wanted a magician for my room!"

"Cute," he said at my comment.

We left the Master bed room and went downstairs to the basement. There were to big wooden doors, and then a little to the right was another room. We opened the wooden doors, and into the room. The basement was huge! There was a pool table in the middle, and bar on my right, and then further down was a theater, with couches and chairs surrounding it. Caleb and Jake were playing the PlayStation 3, which was connected up to a flat screen, and Iggy was asleep on the couch. I laughed a little, and continued walking. There was a small hallway, leading to; you guessed it, another bathroom. Including a shower. We walked out of the basement and into the other room, which was the weight room. We walked back up the stairs. I plopped down onto the couch.

"Tired?" he asked. I nodded.

"Carry me?"

He came over and picked me up bridal style. I blushed and wrapped my arms around him.

We continued our tour, and walked up the stairs. We walked into the first bedroom on the right. The room was black with an orange stripe going across the ceiling.

"This is Caleb's room." It was…. Neat for a boy's room, I noticed, the bed was a futon, and there was a dresser in the corner.

We walked out, and down the hallway. There were two doors, one on the right, and one on the left. We entered the one on the right, and into jakes room, as Fang told me. Jakes room wasn't wide, but it was very long. There was a dresser, a closet, and a bed. His room color was a dark blue.

We left Jakes room and walked back down the hall. To my left was ANOTHER bathroom.

"How many of these do you have?" I asked, as he showed me this bathroom.

"Four. Basement, up here, by the stairs leading to the basement, and in our room."

"Who's our?" I asked.

"Me and you." He smirked and winked at me.

"Oh joy."

We walked into the bedroom across the hall from Caleb's. The room was painted black, and everything in it was black. Black comforter, black dresser, black desk, everything.

"And this, is Iggy's room," Fang said, as I looked around.

"He must love black," I said.

"Yes ma'am I do!" said a voice from behind us.

I looked behind Fangs shoulder and saw Iggy. His blonde hair a mess from sleeping.

"Could you guys like, go Not to be rude or anything, but man I'm tired!"

"No prob man," Fang said, as we left his room, walked downstairs, and into the master bedroom. He set me on my feet, and I plopped down onto the bed. I lay on my back and smiled, this bed was super soft. Fang came over and lay next to me. I looked over at him and smiled.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back.

He started leaning in,

I started leaning in,

And before either of us knew it, we were laying on the bed making out.

Like it? Love it? Sorry I made you all wait ): and the house I described, that's my house(: its hugeeeeee. And I love it(: haha RnR?