This chapter sucks. So sorry. I had a loss of inspiration, so this chapter is pretty pointless and random, but read on anyway and review your thoughts… Yes. Review. Review. Review. Each and every review gives me motivation! Keep them coming! Please!

KarleeRay

Watching Fang become better and better friends with Lissa is not easy, let me just tell you, but I'm staying true to my word. Fang can be friends with whoever he pleases. I've learned to ignore it, and I've been successful for the most part. I've even said a few words to her. I know, I am a freaking saint.

"So this one or this one?" Carter asks, holding up two different shirts to her slender torso.

"You're asking me for fashion advice?" I say, incredulous. "They're both nice…. I don't know. Ask Nudge."

She groans. "It's not that hard to tell me which shirt looks better on me." I sit up and stare at her.

"Fine. The blue one."

She smiles. "Yeah, I like that one too."

"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this… You and Austin have been dating for like two months. This date is just like any other," I inform her, lying back on my bed and staring at the ceiling.

"It is not, Max. This is our first double-date with you and Fang. Stop ruining my fun."

I watch her as she surveys herself in the mirror. Her jet black hair hangs completely straight down her back, standing out against her royal blue blouse and creamy white skin. She takes out a bottle of lip gloss and coats her pouty lips in that horrible stuff. Ugh. I hate lip gloss. It's all sticky and nasty and your hair gets stuck in it when the wind blows. It's just annoying.

Carter spies me watching her and she turns around to face me. "Come here and let me straighten your hair."

I groan. "We don't have time."

"We have forty five minutes. Now come here. Don't you want to look nice for Fang?"

"Not really," I grumble, but obey her anyways, sitting indian style on the floor in front of the full length mirror. Carter moves to stand behind me and begins to straighten my hair.

About 15 minutes later, Carter stands back and admires her work. "It looks beautiful. You should wear it like that more often."

"Eh, I would if I cared enough about what I look like," I tell her, nonchalantly, getting up and walking to my closet.

I'm rummaging in my closet for a t-shirt when Carter comes up behind me.

"I already picked out your outfit." Upon seeing my distraught expression, she continues. "It's not that bad, I promise." She walks over to my dresser and picks up the folded clothes resting on top. "Here."

The outfit consists of black skinny jeans, a dark blue spaghetti strap shirt and a leather jacket. She was right. It's not that bad… kind of sexy actually, though if you tell anyone I said that I will hunt you down.

I quickly put on the clothes and Carter hands me my black lace up combat boots to complete the outfit. I survey myself in the mirror, satisfied with what I see.

"Whatever," I say, trying to sound like I could care less. "Let's go. They're probably waiting for us downstairs."

When Fang first catches sight of me, his eyes widen just slightly. No one else would have been able to see it, but I know him, and I know this means he's impressed. I get a sick satisfaction out of that.

Austin is 17 and has his license, so he drove us to the movies. We watched some action movie, well attempted to watch, but uhh let's just say my thoughts (and hands) were elsewhere.

"Well the movie was…. Good," I try, as we drive to the restaurant. Fang snickers and I resist the urge to punch him in the face.

"Seriously… Can anyone in this car tell me what happened in that movie?" Carter asks, setting off a round of laughs from everyone.

"I know I can't," Austin mutters and Fang laughs even harder.

When we arrive at the restaurant, Carter and I head to bathroom, leaving the boys to snag us a table. We're both surveying ourselves in the mirror when I catch her giving me a look.

"What?" I ask, confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She shrugs, smirking at me. "You and Fang were all over each other in that movie."

"So? So were you and Austin!"

She shrugs again. "You guys have been together for a lot longer…."

"So?..."I prompt, not sure where she's going with this.

"So I'm trying to ask if you two have done it yet!" Carter giggles, giving up on trying to talk in come kind of girl code that I obviously don't know.

My face threatens to heat up, but I quickly remind myself that this is my best girlfriend and there's no need to be embarrassed. "No… we haven't."

"Can I ask why?"

I shrug. "I don't know. It's not something I've really thought about."

Carter looks disappointed and then her face lights back up. "Promise to tell me when you do?"

I stare at her blankly as I pull open the bathroom door. "Yeah. Sure Carter."

Back at the table, Carter and Austin order a human size amount of food and Fang and I order a bird kid size amount of food. They both watch Fang and I with amusement as we dig into our meals and polish off everything we ordered.

The rest of the date goes by pretty uneventfully. We sat around for about an hour after we finished our food and just talked, like normal teenagers. It was nice. Then, Austin dropped Fang and I off at our house and that is how I find myself, lying in Fang's bed watching TV with him.

"You like Carter, right?" I ask him, really hoping that he found her as great as I did.

"Yeah," He admits. "She's a cool girl."

"You like Trent too right?"

He shrugs. "He's alright."

I smile, glad that he is accepting of my two best school friends.

"Now, I like your friends… why can't you attempt to like mine?" Fang asks, carefully, searching my face for my reaction.

I consider my answer carefully. "It's not that I hate Lissa… it's just that I don't trust her."

"I really don't think she wants to be anything other than friends," He insists, but I shake my head vigorously.

"I thought we agreed to disagree?"

"Well, we did but uhh… I was wondering if it would piss you off if she came here after school tomorrow." My jaw drops in disbelief. "Just to study! I swear! She needs help with her math," he says quickly.

"Why would she want your help with her math?" I demand, trying not to get angry. "She's been in school her whole life and you just started. She should be teaching you, not the other way around."

"Fine… I'll just tell her no," Fang mumbles, giving up. He sighs, seeming deflated and suddenly I felt like I was controlling him. No! Bad Max. You swore to let him do what he pleases. God, I hate him for this.

"If she so much as lays a hand on you, I swear to God, Fang I'll-"

He sits up, shocked. "Is that a yes?"

I nod reluctantly and he tucks me into a tight hug. "You are the best," He says, pulling back and kissing me hungrily on the lips. I reciprocate quicker than we both expected, slipping my tongue into his mouth, making him moan softly in surprise. I wanted him to remember this kiss when he was helping Lissa with her math tomorrow.

I pull back after a few moments, both of us breathing heavily. He tilts his head, bending in to kiss me again, but I pull back.

"Haven't I given you enough favors for one night? First Lissa, now this?" I tease. He opens his mouth to protest, but I stop him with a finger to his lips. "Ah, ah, ah… you shouldn't be so greedy, Fang."

I smirk at him, sliding off the bed, and then turning and sauntering out of the room.