Second post in 24 hours. I really don't have any life. I have decided that I will be switching POV around some.

I am dedicating this chapter to my bestest buddy, Sana, because I am forcing her to read this story. Hi, Sana! -waves-

Disclaimer: Not mine.

You're dead!
Have you heard the news that you're dead?

-Dead!, My Chemical Romance

Max POV (2 days later)

I really need to stop this. But I can't. Fang is a terrible, terrible drug. Seriously. I need rehab. Though chances are, I'd have an immediate relapse. One minute, I'm perfectly fine. The next he comes in and I'm all drooling and falling over myself.

After being holed up in my room the few days, only leaving to eat (earning a round of jokes that the kids don't understand from Iggy), I had to put my foot down.

"We are going to leave this room today," I demanded. Fang smirked. I'd said this the last 2 days and had yet to act on it. "I mean it. We need to get out. Get some fresh air." He got up and opened the window. He made a gesture like those ladies that stand next to the car on game shows.

"Fresh air," he said. I glared at him.

"You know what I mean." He raised an eyebrow.

"Do I?" He asked.

"We. Need. To. Leave. This. Room. Today," I emphasized.

"What's so great about there? We can much more fun things in here," he argued.

"There are other people to worry about than ourselves." He groaned. I used this argument everyday. I guess I should get a new one considering this one hasn't been working. I walked over to me, sliding his arms around my waist.

"Aren't you getting tired of repeating that? That argument was stale the first day." He tucked my head under his chin.

"If you're so tired of it, you should just give in," I whispered. I could practically feel the smirk he was giving me.

"Don't you know the rules by now? Fang always wins the argument," he teased. I shook my head.

"I refuse to give up." He sighed.

"Do we have to?" He whined. I don't know why, but it was just so funny to hear Fang whine. It was so foreign on his lips (and what wonderful lips they are).

"Yes," I said in a motherly tone. He sniffed. I pulled out of his grasp and opened the door. I walked out into the hall, pulling him with me. We went down the stairs with him grumbling all the way. There was a note on the counter in Iggy sloppy handwriting.

Went down to the beach. If you ever come up for air, feel free to join us.

kisses (like you haven't done enough of that lately),

Iggy

Little jerk.

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Fang POV

We ended up going down to the beach after reading Iggy's charming little note. Jerk.

Max held my hand until she was within viewing distance of the flock. I sighed internally. I don't see what's so hard about telling them. I'm not really that bad a catch. Am I? No...Right? (A/N Isn't it cute when Fang second-guesses himself?)

"Hey, guys," Max greeted them. There was a chorus of acknowledgments. Angel was in the water, trying to convince some fish to come out of the water for our dinner tonight. Nudge was lying in the sun talking to Gazzy who was building a sand-castle. Iggy had his head cocked to the side listening for a disturbance (no, not in the force. He's good, but not that good.). He grinned when he heard us. He looked about ready to crack a joke (bastard) when Angel came running out of the water and grabbed Max in a hug. "Hi, Ang."

"Hi, Max. You haven't really been around the past couple of days. What have you been doing?" she asked, well, angelically. Max turned pink. I liked her blush. It was cute. Wow. I'm one (love/like) sick puppy. When did everything about her become so attractive to me?

"Yeah, Max. You've been hanging out with Fang a lot these past few days," Iggy teased. I shot him a glare. He just laughed. How the blind guy knows he's being glared at, I have no clue. It's like a sixth sense or something.

"Yeah. What have you guys been doing? You've barely left Max's room. Is it a secret? Will you tell us? Then again, that's why it's secret. But there are really no secrets with u-." Angel put a hand on Nudge's mouth. She squinted at us intensely. I started to sing my ABC's backwards in my head so she wouldn't know. She shot me a quick glare before moving on to Max. Max got this panicked look on her face. Come on, Max. Have some self-control. Think not-so-happy thoughts. (Cause when she thinks of me it can only be great, right?) Angel's face lit up. She whispered something to Nudge who got up and jumped up and down, squealing. "That's great! Now it'll be like you guys really are the flock's parents!" Max looked ready to die from embarrassment. Gazzy looked confused and Iggy looked mildly upset. (Probably due to the fact that he no longer had any dirt on us)

"Somebody fill me in!" Gazzy pleaded and I sighed. Nudge and Angel both started talking to him, explaining at once. I guess the proverbial cat is out of the metaphorical bag.

It's not a secret any more. Tell me what you think. Suggestions are always welcome. :)

Peace and Love and Kisses to You From Fang (This ending is for Ms.Max.Ride. I know she's a little upset that Max gets all the good stuff),

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