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Max

I woke up from a dreamless sleep, but was too tired to open my eyes. I curled up closer to the heat that was oh-so close. A shiver ran down my spine as my hands tightened their grip on the shirt and I moved against the heat. There was a quiet chuckle that brought me out of my dazed and tired state. I blinked once, and saw nothing but black in my view.

Immediately, last night came rushing back to me. Him in my bed, him stroking my hair, me encouraging it before I fell back asleep. I sighed. Was there any point in breaking his face? I had led him on. But I had to keep my rep up, show Fang he shouldn't mess with me.

So, even though I loved the warmth that radiated off of him, and wished I could stayed cuddled their forever, I tightened my grip on his shirt and shoved him off the bed, me pouncing with him as I pinned him to the ground.

"Listen," I growled. "If you're ever in the same bed as me again, I will personally rip that pretty little face off, slowly and painfully." I growled through clenched teeth, before pulling my fist back to land one solid punch to his jaw.

"You think my face is pretty?" Fang asked, squirming under me in a way that kinda felt good. I shook my head and glared at the boy. I thought I liked him. Key word there, thought. It was only because I had lack of intimacy for... years and he was hot. And because he had a crush on me. Just a school boy crush that's meaningless, but still... it was something.

I sighed again and lowered my fist to his chest slowly, not bothering to hit him "No, it's not pretty. It's chiseled." I mumbled that last part to myself, but the idiot still found it in him to smirk. I slapped him.

"Max likes me!" Fang screamed, I shoved a hand over his mouth, biting my lip as he licked it. I kept it there, glancing at Ari. He stirred, but otherwise, was asleep. I silently thanked my brother for being a heavy sleeper and looked down at Fang, who was still licking my hand in an attempt to get it off of his mouth.

"You really think that work? Hon, I've fought men, five to one, my hands have been bitten, licked, cut, stabbed, shot, broken, you have no affect." I whispered. He stopped trying to maneuver his tongue through my fingers and closed his mouth under my hand. I wiped his saliva off on his shirt sleeve and just looked at him a moment.

Fang stared into my eyes with his black ones, that kinda seemed like the color of a midnight blue in the darkness, and not so much dark brown anymore. It was such an intense stare down I didn't hear Ari wake up. "I'm sorry you have so many scars." Fang whispered, trailing a finger down a scar on my cheek. "It must be hard sometimes." He didn't seem to notice Ari was awake either.

"Wow, a serious Fang? That's new. And yeah, I guess it is hard sometimes. Ari's great and all for company, but I still feel really alone. And my fights are all alone. Yeah, it's definitely hard." I whispered, looking at something just to the left of Fang.

"I admire you for that, Max. you took the beatings, the pain, the torture, the everything, and still got up, that signature smirk on your face, and took the world by surprise. You taught me life isn't just a bowl of happiness with a glass of love on the side- don't ask where I got that from, I don't even know- and that it can really be hell. That there's worst stuff than a robot father that wants a robot child." I think that's the most I ever heard Fang say. Ever.

"It's still screwed up though. Everyone needs a dad in their life. Ari was mine since my real one..." My voice trailed off and Fang and I locked eyes again. He knew it wasn't a good subject, that it was something to hold off on asking about, so he nodded in understanding.

I sat there on top of Fang, holding his shoulders for what seemed like forever, and he laid there, staring back into my eyes, for what seemed like forever. Finally, the sound of someone clearing their throat made us both snap our heads to the left.

"Sorry to ruin the moment, guys. But, we should probably get out of here before they come looking for us." Ari said, sounding genuinely sorry that he woke up during such an intense moment in time. I shrugged and stood up, helping Fang to his feet.

"You're right. We'll have to leave Paris today. But could we please see the Eiffel Tower first, Ari?" I begged with my chocolate Bambi eyes. Ari squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples, annoyed.

"You know what? Fine. Go ahead. You go have fun while I hack into databases and get us plane tickets and crap." Ari muttered viciously.

"Thanks, R! Love ya! Come on Fangles, let's go to the Effiel Tower!" I hugged Ari and kissed his cheek before grabbing Fang's wrist and running out of the hotel.

"Max, you forgot two very important things." Fang mumbled.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"One, you left the backpack, two, you are in your cute pajamas." Fang checked me out right there, knowing I knew what he was doing, then winked at me with that smirk on his face. I growled in frustration and hurriedly ran back into the room, changing into my clothes in the bathroom and grabbing the pack on the way out.

I grabbed Fang's hand and we ran together, sprinting down the stairs (elevators are overrated) and down the halls, out the doors and towards the gorgeous tower, neither of us stopping or slowing.

Line Break

When we got to the top, half my body was hanging over the edge as I stared at the view in awe. It was so amazing, so beautiful. I teetered a little, being on my tiptoes stomached pressed against the railing. Instantly, two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from the rail. The jolt surprised me and I elbowed the person in the gut, spinning around to see Fang there, gasping for breath but his arms still loosely around my waist.

"Why'd you grab me?" I demanded, glaring at him.

"I thought you were going to fall." Fang said honestly, through clenched teeth.

"Well I wasn't." I spat, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I didn't realize you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Fang whispered teasingly.

"You were hogging the right said!" I snapped.

"And you were cuddling against me like my last girlfriend, only more desperate." Fang shot back, amusement hinting in his eyes as he smirked at me. That beautiful smirk... that I was about to slap off his face.

His head snapped to the side and there was an unmistakable cracking noise as he fell and hit the ground hard. His chest unmoving. "Haha, very funny Fang. Get up." I muttered, lightly kicking him. No movement. "Fang, get up!" I said more urgently, glancing around.

I knelt down next to him and tapped his face. His cold face. Just this morning his body radiated with heat. And now that heat was fading rapidly. "Get. Up." I snarled, moving his neck back to an angle that looked correct. I was panicky, no air came from his nose or mouth. He didn't breathe move, twitch, and I could feel my eyes tearing up.

How hard had I hit him? I didn't think it was that hard? Could I have really just killed Fang?a tear slipped out of my eye. I don't cry. Why was I crying over some boy I had just met a few days ago? It hit his cheek and I wiped it away.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd cry over me." Fang whispered snidely, opening his eyes.

"YOU JERK!" I screamed, slapping him again and standing up. "THAT WASN'T FUNNY! I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU! YOU'RE SUCH A JERK!" I screamed at him, shaking horribly as I sat down, crying, my head between my knees. God, why did he have to do that? I knew it was just a joke, Ari played dead a couple times, but that had really scared me.

Fang sat next to me and pulled me in his lap, rocking me gently. "I'm sorry, it was just a joke. You kill people all the time, I'd figured you'd just throw my body over and be done with it." Fang muttered, gesturing towards the rail. I banged on his chest, furious with him. Thoguh I wasn't actually trying to hurt him.

"I hate you!" I whispered, wiping my tears away.

"Love you to, Maxie." Fang said, though the smirk wasn't there. And neither was the mocking tone.

"Shut up, lying-idiot-jerk, with emo hair!" I snapped, though I hugged Fang tight as he held me, and I seriously hated myself for that. He didn't seem to mind that I was choking him cause I was hugging his neck so tight.

"Okay." He whispered, and that one word caught me off guard entirely. I gave my friend a bewildered look.

"Okay? I called you a lying-idiot-jerk and you say okay?"

"I kinda am. I just thought you really wouldn't care. If I would've known you cared so much, I wouldn't have done that." Fang said, that smirk back on his face. I shoved him and stood up, kicking his foot.

"Come on LIJ, I need some new clothes, and so do you."

"Oh joy, clothes shopping." Fang said sarcastically.

"We're gonna have a blast!" I shrieked excitedly like one of my friends in California would. Fang rolled my eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me along. "Isn't the view just beautiful?' I asked him, staring over the horizon once more.

"Just like you." Fang said quietly, well, I think he did. But he was still dragging me and I couldn't see his face. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind living up here." He said louder.

"Mean either. I think one day, if I'm ever not a criminal anymore, I'll come here and live." I muttered. Fang stopped.

"Wanna do something really stupid?" He asked. I gave him a quizzical look.

"Why?"

"Cause officer jerkweed is heading our way at top speed." Fang spun me around and dragged me in the other direction, I scrambled for a bit before picking up my pace and following.

"Uh, Fang, how stupid we talking?" I asked.

"Do you trust me?" He shouted over the gun fire.

"Not much." I snapped. Fang glanced over the railing, grabbed my arm and ran faster, only, he changed direction.

"Looks like I don't either!" He shouted, jumping over the rail, and pulling me with him. Our eyes locked, the world spun, and the air whooshed around us. And we both knew, that this was the end.

THE LAST PART WAS MY IDEA. Yes, Arch is quite an insane one. Anyways, you wanna know if they live or die? Then I suggest you review.

Soar on

VR and Arch