A/N: Okay, it's been about a billion years since I last updated, but I assure you in that time I have been writing, just in future chapters! My previous chapter was my only one not to get any reviews, which is sad because I thought it was one of the funnier ones. Where have my old reviewers gone? I miss you guys, come back! I know it's been going a bit slow, but it's speeding up heaps now. Oh, and I realise that this story may have been a bit dodgy at the start, so I have reposted this on FictionPress, with some major edits to previous chapters! Hopefully this long and eventful chapter will make up for the wait. Anyway, read, review and enjoy!

Chapter 32 – Wild Honey Pie

It was now Tuesday the 14th, two days after Anna's very interesting sleepover. I was still thinking about everything unusual that happened – him outside the window at night, Anna's reaction to Patrick and, of course, the gorgeous makeover we gave him during the night. The picture on Facebook got over forty likes. Today was just a normal school day. Not much was happening. Tim wasn't annoying anyone – he was just going about his business. I was glad that Max had forgiven me after our little encounter on Saturday. I didn't know if I could bear him being angry with me. I hated myself for upsetting him like that and accusing him of that. He was very sensitive, as were his powers, and I didn't want him causing storms. Well, not just that, I also didn't want him being upset. And I didn't want our relationship to be jeopardised by the situation. In the middle of the day, during English, I received a text. I sneakily snuck a glance at it. It was from Max. It was a picture of a bouquet of flowers and the message read: 'because I can't send you real ones' with a love heart afterwards.
"Aw," I cried out after reading it.
"What?" asked my friend Jemma, who sits next to me in English.
"Look what Max just sent me."
I showed her the text and she responded much the same as I did.
"That's so cute! Have you gotten him anything?"
"No… should I?"
"Yeah, probably."
"What do I send him though?"
"I don't know. It's hard to know what to send guys."
"Maybe I'll just say thank you."
I replied with hearts and crosses.

At lunch my phone buzzed again, but this time it was actually ringing. It was Max! I ducked into the garden to answer it.
"Hey!" I greeted enthusiastically.
"Hey," he replied, "How's your day been?"
"It's been okay. You?"
"I just can't stop thinking about you. Did you like my text?"
"I did."
"I can't really sent you real ones, so I had to send you a picture."
"It was so sweet. But you really don't need to send me any."
"Of course I do! What else am I supposed to get you otherwise?"
"Why do you need to get me anything?"
"Well, that's what people do on this day. I'm not expecting anything, of course."
This day…? Oh RIGHT! It was Valentine's Day! I had completely forgotten! I usually don't remember it because I don't have a purpose for it, and I didn't know the gift-giving logistics.
"Oh… right. Yes, of course," I awkwardly responded.
"Anyway, I got to go. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye."
We hung up and I went to convene with my friends.

"Did you guys realise it's Valentine's Day today?" I asked them.
"Yes," Prue replied.
"Not until I got a note," Patrick said.
"What?" we exclaimed, excited at the fact that someone had an eye for him.
"Who?" I asked.
"Dunno," he replied, "There wasn't a name."
"Show us," Anna requested.
Patrick reluctantly handed the note to her. She unfolded it and started to read aloud.
"Dear Patrick…"
"Don't read it out loud!" he shushed her.
"Why not? They're going to read it anyway."
When he didn't protest further, she continued reading.
"Dear Patrick, I know you don't feel the same way about me, but I am crazy about you. Don't bother trying to figure out who I am, I'm only letting you know that there is someone who likes you very much."
"Aw, that is so sweet," was my reaction.
"She can't write me a note like this and then tell me not to figure out who she is – it's not fair!" he complained.
"No one said it was a she," I said very seriously.
"Oh, shut up and be grateful you got one," Anna snapped.
"Yeah, and now we know Patty's got a secret admirer!" Prue added in a jeering tone.
"Shut up guys, I do not!"
"Oh, you don't? You wrote this note to yourself, did you?" I asked sarcastically.
"You're just jealous!"
"Did you hear that? Jealous? Why would I be jealous when I have a boyfriend?"

Patrick couldn't come back with a retort, and lucky for him because the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Throughout the day, I was surprised that, given the events last year, no one had slipped a note or a card into my locker. I was half expecting Tim, Daniel or Patrick to give me something, but then again, they hadn't showed any interest since then.

"Sadie, what is your problem?" my mother started yelling at me.
"Nothing is my problem!" I yelled back.
"Why don't you want to go? Since when do you ever not want to go to Max's house?"
"It's not that… I just feel sick."
It was a lie. The truth was that tonight was a full moon. It was Sunday morning and we had been invited over to the Edison's house for brunch, just because. It was now May, the sixth to be exact, and Max and I had endured six full moons since we had been 'converted'. It was amazing to think that Max and I had been together for seven months now. The full moons had all gone without incident, save for the first one where we discovered its effects, but I had a feeling tonight would be different. Even though we were going to their house for brunch, I knew we'd stay all day, meaning I would have a very strong chance of seeing the moon. It wasn't a good idea for the both of us to be together on a full moon - whilst it was good that we could look after each other if one was to be affected, the hidden potential of our powers combined was yet to be discovered: it was sure to be powerful. We didn't want to risk creating a massive storm or something, under the influence. Still, I guess I had no choice. I hadn't seen Max for four days, since Tuesday.
"Hello, hello, hello," Bob greeted us at the door when we arrived.
"G'day mate," he and Dad shook hands.
Max came rushing to the door to kiss me, obviously excited to see me. He was beaming for some reason. He smooched me right in front of our parents - he was never afraid to do that. Me, on the other hand…
"Bob!" a bark came from the kitchen.
"That would be me," Bob sighed and went into the kitchen. We followed.
"Go and get the croissants!" Joan barked.

She was standing over the stove, her gigantic stomach preventing her from getting as close as she could like. Wow, she was actually huge. Her due date was nearing very soon. It was clear that she was at the end of her tether - the final stages of pregnancy where you just want it to be over.
"Do you need any help, Joan?" Mum offered.
"Why does everyone around here assume that I can't do anything by myself?" Joan shot.
"I'll come with you to get the croissants?" Dad offered to Bob.
"Yep, yep."
The two of them hurried off to the bakery, the tyres screeching as they sped off down the street. Max and I ventured upstairs, leaving Mum alone with psycho pregnant lady.
"Wow," was all I could say when we got to his room.

"Yeah, she's been like that for about a month now - not pretty to live with, I can tell you," he replied.
"You scared about tonight?"
"Not any more scared than any other full moon. Why?"
"Well, I just thought that since we're both in the same place it would be riskier. You know, we could go under the influence and unknowingly combine our powers and cause some serious damage."
"You've given this some serious thought, haven't you?"
"Yes, because we've only been together during a full moon once and that was when you succumbed and I found out about it. We don't know what it could be like with both of us under."
"True."
After a moment's silence, he suddenly spoke again.
"Far out, Sadie, do you know how much I want to kiss you right now?" he suddenly blurted.
"It's the moon," I laughed.
"It's daytime."
"The moon's still there, waiting to make its grand appearance tonight."
Suddenly he had smashed his lips on mine, and we were kissing like it would prevent the full moon. It was certainly the most passionate one we'd ever had, so much it made my knees buckle. We collapsed onto the bed, sitting, and our lips were mashing like a hyper kid with play dough. It was pretty intense - the wind outside picked up, and things in Max's room started rattling.

Eventually we had to come up for air.
"That was good," Max said, slightly panting and looking into my eyes.
"Mhm," I agreed, getting lost in his emerald green eyes - they were so unusual and gorgeous, I only hoped that if we ever had kids that at least one of them inherited his eyes.
"Kids!" my Mum called up the stairs.
"Coming," I called back.
The aromas of our brunch were easily detectable by Max and I.
"Oh my god, can you smell those hash browns?" I asked him.
"I know, they're gorgeous. And those fresh croissants too!"
"Ew at the eggs, but the bacon smells heavenly!"
We ran down the stairs - I was actually starving. The smell was even stronger in the kitchen, where it was serve yourself. Joan was still grumpy. I piled my plate up with hash browns covered in tomato and barbeque sauce, bacon rashers and a croissant. It was divine. Max filled his plate with everything, including the barbecued mushrooms (foul). He ate a lot. We were sitting at the outside table. The parents were in conversation as were Max and I. It was a blissful day and I had actually forgotten about the impending full moon.
"God, I'm cold!" Joan abruptly exclaimed, "Aren't you all cold?"
I was, actually. Thanks to my super senses, I could feel the cold even more than usual. It was May, and therefore almost winter.

At Joan's insistence, we all headed inside, grabbing the food.
"Much better!" she exclaimed the minute she got inside the house.
Max and I had finished our food and went back upstairs. No doubt the parents were suspicious about us being up there most of the time. They needn't worry - it was all innocent.
"Can you really play Stairway to Heaven?" he asked me incredulously as we sat in Abbey Road Studios.
"Yeah," I replied, "Well, I'm no Led Zeppelin, but I can play the intro pretty well."
"Show us then."
"I don't know it off by heart. Can you get the tabs up on the computer please?"
He did so and then I picked up Johnny, his Rickenbacker, and started to nervously play. I hadn't really played in front of him before. He just smiled as I played the well-known riff, occasionally making a mistake, until I got to the bit I couldn't play very well.
"What are you talking about, that was excellent!" he praised.
"You're just saying that," I brushed off.
"No, really, it was amazing. I didn't know you could play that well."
"Well now you do."
We went to the computer in the studio and played around with Photo Booth. He got a black and white picture of him smooching my cheek whilst I beamed at the camera. He decided to log on to his Facebook and make it his profile picture. It was adorable. A message popped up from someone named Tom Cole-Edison, saying 'u all ready for tonight maxwell? ;)'.
"What's this?" I enquired.
"It's nothing, it's just my cousin being a turd," he said, quickly closing the tab.
"Oh, he's your cousin?"
"Yeah, Tom. He's my Dad's twin's son."
"Your Dad is a twin?"
"Oh yeah, I guess I never told you that."

The day was getting on, and it was a fun day. We eventually joined the parents downstairs, where they were watching the football. It was Carlton versus Greater Western Sydney. It was so obvious that Carlton was going to win, since GWS were new this season and were pretty bad. Joan was getting increasingly irritable and she lashed out at anyone who tried to comfort or help her. It was scary.
"This discomfort is what you have to look forward to, Sadie, if you ever have kids," she told me.
I just smiled awkwardly. I didn't want to think about having children at the moment, especially when Max was there. I knew I'd most likely be having my kids with him, which is why it was an awkward discussion to have, especially when were only fifteen.
"What do you guys want for dinner?" Bob asked us.
It was the evening now, and we hadn't eaten since our filling brunch.
"Should we just get some pizzas?" Dad suggested.
"Yes!" I agreed enthusiastically.
I hadn't had pizza since Anna's sleepover, which was three months ago. Joan specifically requested a Hot and Spicy one - it is known that spicy foods can be used to induce labour, which is probably why she ordered it. She was really getting sick of being pregnant. The two dads went and collected them whilst Mum, Joan, Max and I were left alone. Everyone was walking on eggshells, trying not to say anything that would set Joan off. She was a tad fragile at the moment. I sure hoped I wouldn't treat people like that if I were to ever become pregnant. Dad and Bob returned with the pizzas, which everyone dug into enthusiastically. Joan couldn't get enough of the Hot and Spicy one, whilst I stuck to the Meatlovers. It all happened at around 6pm…

Joan was on the lounge, doubled over in pain.
"Far out!" she squealed.
"Is it contractions?" Mum got up to go over to her.
"It fucking hurts!" she continued.
"Joan, there's a suspicious puddle in here," Bob called from the kitchen, "Your water broke, didn't it?"
He came out of the kitchen with his arms crossed.
"You've been in labour all day, haven't you?" he accused, "That's why you're so crabby!"
"I didn't know!" Joan tried to defend, now crying, "I haven't been pregnant for sixteen years, I forgot what was what!"
Sixteen years? Of course! It was Max's birthday in nine days. He was turning sweet sixteen. No wonder he was excited when we got here… and I thought he was just excited to see me.
"Joan, if you've been in labour all day and your water's just broken, we need to get you to the hospital."
"Not yet!" she protested, "You can deliver it, can't you? You're a doctor!"
"I know I am, honey, but I don't have the equipment here. There's no way you're having a home birth. You're having it at the hospital. Your contractions have intensified, haven't they?"
"Yes…"
"That means it's getting closer. Come on, where's your bag?"
"I haven't packed everything!"
Bob ran upstairs to get the things they would need for a hospital stay whilst Mum supportively rubbed Joan's back through her contractions.
"We'll look after Max," Mum offered when Bob came jogging back down the stairs, "He can stay at our place tonight."
"Thanks," Bob and Joan both thanked.
Max and I looked at each other. We were having a sleepover - this was a first.
"Max, quickly go and pack a bag," Bob ordered, "And don't forget your school stuff and uniform. You have school tomorrow, you can catch the bus from their house."
Max ran upstairs to pack his things.
"I can't handle it!" Joan wailed, "I'm getting an epidural as soon as we get there!"
"We'll see," Bob said as he ran around locking doors and turning things off. Mum grabbed all the things we had brought with us, ready to leave. After five minutes Max came downstairs with his school backpack, which was bulging a bit more than usual.
"I haven't ironed it yet," he was holding his uniform.
"You can iron it at our house," Mum told him.
Max kissed his Mum goodbye and hugged his Dad.
"Thanks again," Bob said to Mum and Dad as we all piled out the garage door. Bob helped Joan into their car whilst the four of us got into our car. I saw Max look out the window and up towards the sky.
"Max!" I stopped him in alarm and he snapped his head towards me, "You don't want to see the moon."
"Shit, I forgot," he said.
"Me too."
We got home and Max awkwardly stood around.
"The ironing board's over there, Max," Mum said, quite bluntly I might add, "You can sleep in the spare room. Sadie will get you set up and get you a towel."
Max had dumped his backpack on the floor and walked over to the ironing board.
"How do I use this?" he whispered to me. I chuckled and turned the iron on for him.
"You know where the spare room is, right?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
"I'll get you a towel."
I picked up his backpack and took it to the spare room, laying it on the double bed. I then went to the linen cupboard, got a towel and placed it on the bed.

A few minutes later Max came upstairs with his ironed uniform draped over his arm, which he placed on the bed. We went downstairs to watch a movie that was on TV with Dad. When the movie finished, Dad told us we should go to sleep and we went upstairs.
"You can have a shower first," I told him.
He went into his backpack and pulled some things out, which I assumed was what he wore to bed. He grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom, shutting the door. Meanwhile, I went into my room and got my stuff ready for my shower. After Max was finished, I had my shower. When I finished, I went back into my room and Max came in a minute later. He had pyjama pants and a singlet on. I was a tiny bit embarrassed to have him see me in my little jumpsuit, but I suppose this type of intimacy was inevitable soon. He sat at my desk as I sat on my bed, and we chatted.
"Max, what time do you want to be woken up in the morning?" Mum came in to ask, "Do you know what bus to catch?"
"Yeah, around seven," he answered, "Thanks."
"Okay, well, goodnight kiddos," she kissed me goodnight and then kissed Max, which I could tell embarrassed him, "Don't stay up too late."
She left the room and I could barely contain my laughter.
"Shut up," he murmured.
"That means she likes you," I explained, "She probably thinks of you as her own son; the one she never had."
"Yeah, Mum thinks the same about you."
"So, we haven't seen the moon yet, thankfully."
"You don't know what it feels like to be under!"
"Neither do you! You don't remember it. I wonder if there's a wolfsbane, like the one in Harry Potter, for this. It would be nice to remember things… well, you would know what that feels like. I wouldn't."
"What's the time?"
"Eleven."
"We should probably go to sleep."
"Yeah."
"'Night."
He kissed me goodnight and then I got ready to get into my bed.

Max

I left Sadie's room and headed to the spare room, closing the door behind me. I pulled back the covers on the double bed and crawled in, turning the bedside lamp off. I was in the dark, on my phone, an eerie silence present. Not five minutes after I got in bed did the door creak open, slightly freaking me out. Sadie stood at the door in the dark, quite creepily too.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
Instead of answering she made her way further into the room and crawled onto the end of the bed, towards me. I sat up in alarm and turned the lamp on.
"Sadie!"
"I need you, Max," she rasped.
It was very much unlike her, so much so that it freaked me out. It was like she was possessed or something… wait. Of course she was. She literally was possessed, by the moon.
"Sadie, this is the moon doing this, not you," I tried to talk her into stopping, but of course that would never work. I was now given the full demonstration of what being under the influence of the full moon was like. I could see what Sadie was so worked up about - it really did change you and make your mind separate.

She was on her hands and knees, crawling sultrily towards me. Before I could give her the chance to reach me, I jumped out of bed but she only followed me. She had me backed up against the wall.
"Sadie, stop this!" I ordered, but to no avail.
She made hand movements and was using her powers to pull my pants down! I held tightly to my pants, trying to resist them being pulled down. She eventually gave up with that and went over to the window. She grabbed a hold of the curtain and gave me one sultry smirk.
"Sadie, no!"
But it was too late…

Sadie

I woke up suddenly, after being restricted from rolling over. It was dark, meaning it was early in the morning. I looked at my bedside clock and saw that it was quarter past five. I then realised that there was something around me, restricting my movement. It was warm and hairy - an arm. I lifted it off me in a panic and turned over to see Max lying next to me! In my bed! I shook him vigorously, trying to wake him.
"Max," I spoke his name, "Max!"
His eyes eventually opened and he saw my face bearing down on him, a look of alarm and questioning on it. He suddenly sat bolt upright.
"What am I doing in here?" he asked.
"I don't know, but you better get back into your bed, NOW. My Mum will be waking us up soon."
He crawled out of my bed and sleepily stumbled off to the spare room.
"Max," I called before he left the room.
"Hm?" he grumbled.
"You're most likely a big brother now."
He groaned and continued his zombie-like walk to his room. Neither of us had any idea how it happened - and I don't think we wanted to know, either.

I was woken by Mum at around five past seven.
"Up you get!" she sang.
Too tired to get up, I fell back asleep. What felt like a second later (which was actually ten minutes), Dad was yelling at me.
"What part of get up don't you understand?"
I then remembered that Max had stayed over and I quickly got up. I made my way downstairs. Max was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. I grabbed my own bowl and joined him.
"What did we do last night?" he asked me in a low voice.
"I don't know," I replied, "Were we moonstruck?"
"We must've been."
Mum came into the kitchen then, fully dressed.
"Oh, Max, I've just received a text from your dad - you're a brother!" she exclaimed.
"Really?" Max said, for lack of anything better to say.
"Yeah, she arrived at around four this morning."
"She?"
"Yep… it's a sister."
I hugged him in excitement.
"You've got a new baby sister!" I exclaimed, "How do you feel?"
"I don't know," he replied, looking pleasantly surprised.
"Does she have a name yet?" I asked Mum.
"Not yet," Mum replied, "We're going to visit this afternoon, and we'll pick Sadie up from school, so we can pick you up too, Max, if you want."
"Really? That would be great, thanks Martha."
"Because I think your dad was going to go home and get some things and let your mum rest and then go back. I offered to bring you over."
"Thanks."
"Did you guys sleep well with the storm last night?" Mum asked us.
"Storm?" I asked, Max and I briefly looking concernedly at each other.
"Yeah, it was huge and so weird. The backyard flooded - and as far as I know, ours is the only one that did. I had to come down and put Banjo in the laundry. Yeah, there was lightning and thunder and it must've been windy because things were flying everywhere. That's the tropical state for you, I guess. You really didn't hear anything?"
Max and I both shook our heads.
"Heavy sleepers," she sighed, "What time does your bus come, Max?"
"Seven-forty, and it takes about ten minutes to get there."
"And you've got ten minutes to get ready, you might want to hurry up."
"It's okay, I don't take long to get ready."
We finished breakfast and I went into my room to get ready and Max went and got dressed in the spare room. We soon both came out. I always loved the sight of him in his uniform, his purple shirt tucked into his grey shorts. We simultaneously brushed our teeth, looking at each other in the mirror.
"This might be something we should get used to down the track," he commented.
After that I brushed my hair and put it in a bun. He gelled back his hair, making it look oh-so-adorable. We went out the back to observe the damage.
"Wow," I was in awe, "We did this?"
"It doesn't look like it spread far, though, luckily," he commented.
"Looks like your handy work." I pointed to a charred tree in the corner of the yard.
"And that yours." He pointed to our outdoor dining chairs lined up neatly along the fence, resting underneath the seat and between the legs.
"I should probably get those down," I suggested.
"Not now - people could be watching."
"So now we know what can happen when we both become moonstruck."
"Yeah… not pleasant either. Do you have any idea what happened… with us?"
"All I know is that you were in my bed. I don't think that would've happened - I'd probably know."
"Before I became moonstruck, you came into my room and started trying to seduce me."
"Really?" I blushed.
"Yeah, and then you opened the curtains, exposing me to the moon. That's the last thing I remember."
"So I guess it's my fault."
"Not unless you purposely became moonstruck yourself."
"I don't even remember how it happened-."
"Max!" my Mum called out the back door, "You might want to get going to the bus stop."
Max looked at his watch.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, "I better get going. Bye."
He quickly kissed me goodbye before running back inside and to the bus stop. We went our separate ways to school.

Things have been different at school lately. Well, my friends have. Prue has gone back to being depressed, as has Tim (even though he's not my friend). He had a brief sedated moment there, even being friendly to me, but now he was back to his old ways, which is a shame. I hope I wouldn't have to execute the same skills I had last year. Something was bothering Anna. She wasn't depressed (and I hope her situation was not along the same lines as Prue's) but she was distant at times. She still talked like her usual self though. Molly was in puppy love, so you can imagine what that was like. I was convinced that she and Des were a good couple. Patrick, though, was still pretty normal. It seems like he and I were the only ones who hadn't changed. I was eager to tell my friends how, this morning, I got a new sister-in-law (not literally, but one day she might be). I was so excited to meet her - well, she was my boyfriend's sister for one and I also love babies. I jump at any chance to get to hold them.

School finished and I was picked up by Mum, who left work early to come and pick Max and I up. This was a novelty. We drove into the city, which took about ten minutes, to Max's school. All I could see when waiting in the car park was a sea of purple and grey boys. Max eventually spotted our car and I saw him waving goodbye to his friends Nathan and Kane. He jumped in the back.
"How's your day been?" I asked him from the front seat.
"Eh, not too bad," he replied, "Just a little excited to meet my sister."
"Aw," Mum cooed.
"Yeah, and Kane told my admin teacher that I became a brother this morning and she made the whole class congratulate me."
We chatted about our days on the way to the hospital.
"That's no good," Mum commented when I mentioned Tim's demeanor, "Sadie, I want you to try to not pick a fight with him again. Last time that happened we had drastic results… and the time before that!"
"Okay, the first time was me, in Woolworths, but the second time had nothing to do with me! He was just talking shit about me so Patrick jumped to my defense," Max laughed, knowing the truth about my possession of Tim's hand, "Also, he makes it very hard for you to not want to hit him."
"Just try, would you? I don't want to end up in court again. And I'm sure you don't want to be paying any more fines, do you?"
"No."
We pulled into the underground car park of the hospital. We got out and made our way into the hospital and to Joan's room, which Mum seemed to know where it was. We walked into the room to see Joan sitting in the chair in pyjamas. Bob was pacing the room, cradling the baby.
"Hey," Joan greeted us tiredly.
Max hugged his mother and made his way over to his new sister. She looked tiny, bundled up in a pink rug in Bob's arms. Bob handed the little girl to her older brother. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and peered down into her face. He couldn't stop staring at her! He walked over to me and, smiling a little, placed the girl in my arms. She was gorgeous. She had an almost full head of dark hair. Her eyes were dark, just like her mother's. She felt too fragile to hold, but I loved children immensely and holding her made me feel special. I knew (well, hoped) that one day I would be in a hospital room with these exact same people, but with me in Joan's position instead. Mum was looking extremely clucky, so I let her hold the baby.
"Does she have a name yet?" I asked.
"Well, we've been tossing up between Harper and Isla," Joan said, "Her middle name will be Elizabeth either way."
"Harper," Max interjected, "She's definitely a Harper."
"Harper Elizabeth Edison it is, then."
And with that, she was named.