(A/N): I didn't realize that when I changed the contents of chapter two, it didn't come up on the home page as an updating-so make sure you read the new chapter two, in case you haven't already.

Again, not so happy with this chapter, either, but I think i'll get back into the swing of things as I continue ... Tell me what you think, please!

Chapter Three

Fang had actually managed to sleep the night before.

Sleep for him now was rare—and even the definition of it was different. Sleep now meant that he managed to finally collapse on the dirty ground of an alleyway for two hours.

Two hours was as long as he had before he started dreaming of Max.

And when he dreamt of Max, the pain in his heart hurt so much it woke him up.

He couldn't remember the last time he had slept on anything relatively close to a bed—or the last time he had actually eaten anything that wasn't out of a dumpster. Soon, he'd have to result to stealing, however much that was against his morals.

He wondered how Max was—probably a lot better than him. Probably not waking up every two hours feeling like someone was cutting her heart out of her chest and stomping on it.

Probably totally forgetting about him, because she had Dylan. Dylan, who belonged with the flock. Dylan, who was "perfect" for Max.

Fang clenched his fists. Max didn't want someone perfect.

Did she?

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. He could trust Max, couldn't he? He could no that she still loved him, despite him leaving like this?

No. He didn't deserve to be forgiven by her. As much as he wanted her to, Max wasn't like that.

He sighed loudly. Why couldn't Dylan have just died when he was supposed to?

Fang stood up slowly, his muscles groaning in protest.

He made his way down the sidewalk, trying to act casual, blend in with the crowd. It was raining, so most people were rushing to get away and didn't pay Fang a second glance anyway. He spotted a small coffee shop and ducked inside.

The place wasn't exactly the most charming building in the world, but…

Oh my God.

That girl—

Fang walked over, almost automatically, not really knowing he was doing it.

She had brown hair. Brown eyes.

She looked like Max.

The girl gave him a questioning look as he approached her, probably looking like he had just seen water after sixty years in a desert or something.

Fang reached out, and then dropped his hand as he finally realized what he was doing.

He didn't know her. She was a stranger. And she couldn't replace Max. He had just thought, for one second, that maybe Max had come after him, even though he had told her not to…

Besides, the only thing the same about Max and this girl was the hair and eyes. But Max's hair had sun streaks in it. Max's hair was parted in the center, not the side. Max's hair was wavier, thicker, shorter…and Max didn't have freckles dotting her face like this girl did.

Swallowing hard, he mumbled, "Sorry. I thought…you were someone I knew." That wasn't it. That didn't do it justice. Not just someone he knew. Someone he loved. The most important 'someone' anyone could ever have.

The girl shook her head, smiling. "Don't worry about it. I'm Taylor, by the way."

"I'm F—Nick." He remembered when Max had called him that by accident, and Iggy had teased him about it. At first, he almost smiled, remembering. But then his chest ached again, and he shut the thought down.

Taylor smiled even wider. That was another thing that made her different from Max, her smile. Taylor smiled with her mouth closed, and two dimples appeared in her cheeks. When Max smiled, her teeth showed. She had no dimples, but her whole face lit up like a firework.

Actually, seeing her smile was better than fireworks.

He would do anything to see that smile again.

"What the heck are you doing at this dump of all places?" Taylor asked, thankfully snapping Fang out of his excruciating nostalgia.

"It's raining." Fang said stupidly, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh," She said quietly.

"Why are you here?"

"My uncle owns this hole in the wall. It's so embarrassing." She said, dropping her voice to a whisper.

Fang smirked and gave a small chuckle.

"But I guess it's not all bad, since the food's pretty good and I get it for free." Taylor winked and walked towards the counter. Then she turned, as if suddenly remembering something. "You want anything?"

Fang's brain, still groggy from sleep—or lack of sleep—came up with the response, "What?"

Taylor repeated herself.

"Oh. No thanks, I'm good." He said awkwardly, again feeling stupid.

Taylor shrugged and went to the other side of the counter, then disappeared into a back room, probably looking for her uncle.

Fang stood up to leave. Suddenly he didn't care about the rain. He just needed something to get his mind off the color brown and its ability to absolutely ruin his day.

(A/N): I guess I kind of answered my own question. Well, not really, since I don't plan on Taylor being a main character or anything. But that could change, if you so want it to. (:

Review, please? I really need encouragement that people are even still reading this.

And that I don't suck. :P