Guys, guys, guys. I'm not on my computer. My brother took it for like an hour for coding stuff... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah...

"You have got to be shitting me." Angel said standing up from the couch.
"Angel!" Gazzy yelled, punching her arm, "Watch the shit you say!" He almost peed himself laughing at his own joke.
I wasn't honestly listening to them, I was trying to stop the smoke from building too high.
"Iggy! Do something." He just was standing there in shock.
"Iggy! What the hell! Do something." Iggy ran over and did some crazy junk to the food.
"Was it supposed to do that?" I asked him.
"I guess I got distracted..." Iggy stared at Nudge with a small smirk.
I pulled it out of the oven and began to fan the dessert

The rest of that day had been a huge blur and I had been so ready for it to be over with after stressing.

(A/N: I love you guys and all but I am not doing Christmas. Dangerous writing things there. Okayy sooooo fast forward to one month later.)

I was lying in bed and I could hear the clock ticking... Everything was peaceful. I heard my window being pushed up and Fang climbed in my room.

"Fang... How the hell?" I gasped.
"Max... I want to talk to you." He said sitting down next to me.
"Fang... How the hell did you get through my window?" I shout-whispered.
"Long story... Later, I'll tell you later." He said talking quickly, "I need to ask you something."
"What's that?" I asked leaning forward.
"Do you love me?" I was caught so off guard when he said it. But slowly I began to nod my head.
"Then you trust me?" He asked, his eyes showing anticipation. His eyes never showed any emotion.
"Of course." I smiled.
"Then put this around your eyes." He said wrapping a blindfold around my eyes.
"Wha-What are you doing?" Anyone who knew me knew I was very fond of my eyesight.
"And put these in." He put earplugs in my ear. Everything sounded distant. Then I felt something come around my wrists and click together.
"I know you did not just handcuff me." I could hear myself say, very far away.
"You trust me, don't you?"
"Fang... How can you talk to me if I can't hear a God damn thing your saying."
"You'll see," He said.

"No. I won't see. You wanna know why? Because there is a blindfold over my eyes!" I said.
"Just. Trust me, okay?" He just kept saying that word. Over and over again.
"I'd trust you more if I could see where the hell I am." I mumbled. I then felt his lips against my own and I closed my eyes stopping my complaints. Our make out sessions weren't normally as long as this so I was savoring the moments while it lasted. He abruptly pulled away and I gasped for air.

"Now come on." He said, pulling me up off the bed by my arm, he grunted, jokingly.
"Getting tubby on me?" He asked, chuckling.
"Wha-Wha- Bitch!" (A/N: I'm kind of known for that reaction in school) I said, punching his stomach.
"Love you." I could hear the smile in his voice and he kissed my cheek.
He began to pull me down the stairs in my house and I felt my feet reach the bottom.

He slowly began to untie my blindfold, but left it to where it was loosely around my eyes. He then came around to my front and unlocked my handcuffs. Knowing he would put them back on if I struggled, I crossed them and stood in an impatient pose. I felt his lips come to mine almost out of no where. There was no space in between our two bodies. My eyes were closed shut, tight. The embrace was so perfect. Suddenly I felt a rush of cold come to my face, different from the previous warmth around it, and I opened my eyes. I gasped, and felt his arms squeeze my waist.
"You kept track of the day we met?" I asked.
"It was the most important day to me."
"Are you sure its ten years ago to this day?" I asked.
"I'm more positive then you'd ever know."
"I... I... Oh my God. Yes, I love you!" I squeeled lightly. I jumped straight into his arms in a straddle like manner.
"What time is it?" I asked, before I would lean in for a kiss.
"Ten." He chuckled.
"Lets go somewhere." I said.
"Where?" I thought about that question for a moment.
"Somewhere exciting, but no one else will be." I smiled.
He seemed to be thinking.
"You remember that mall they shut down five years ago?" Fang asked.
"Yeah." I began to feel a bigger smile creep to my lips.
"I hear there's a window thats-!" Fang began, I cut him off.
"Let's go!" Before he could come close to finishing his sentence I reached my hand into his back pocket to grab his keys. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks flashed pink for a slight moment.

"Did you just blush?" I said, giggling slightly.
"Did you just giggle?" He said, nuzzling the tip of my nose.
"Touche." I said, pulling him by the hand out the door.

"Is this the window?" I asked as we walked around to the other side of the mall.
"Is it open?" Fang responded, sarcastically.
"You tell me." I countered.
Fang lifted me on his shoulders and pushed me through the window, then pulled himself up.
We had brought a bag of supplies, we didn't know what it would be like so we brought: a blanket, a battery-powered heater, some water, some snacks, and some games.
"Do you think all of the shops are completely empty or could we find stuff in it?" I asked.
"Let's look around." Fang responded. We walked into a Hallmark and saw items scattered.
"Is it stealing if we take it?" I asked.
"Oh, come on." Fang responded, picking up a very sweet looking stuffed animal.
"Aw, it's so cute." I smiled. He walked around some more and finally we decided to go and sit down by the currently empty fountain.

I got a text from my mom and looked down.
Where are you? She asked.
Out with Fang. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you. I responded.
Come home.
Why? Did I do something?
I will talk to you when you get home. You're not in trouble.

"Fang. I need to get home." I said.
"What, why?" He asked.
"I don't know, I just have to get home."
We quickly drove home and he pulled up to my house.
"A lot of memories right the-." He began to point out about the front door and trying to make a joke.
"Fang. I love you, but I need to get inside the house." I ran out his door carrying the bag of stuff.

"Mom!" I yelled bursting through the door.
"Max? Oh my God! Thank the Lord." My mom responded.
"Whats wrong?"
"Ella's missing!"