(A/N: Hi everybody, this is my first fanfic so don't judge. Enjoy, I will update as often as I can. Also I made them move to Georgia so that I could make them go to real places, so they go to Walton, which will be my high school. Enjoy!)

Max point of view

I couldn't believe it. I was leaving my beautiful home in Arizona for Georgia! Freaking Georgia! Right now I am stuck in a green minivan with my parents and my incredibly annoying sister, Ella. God! That girl can talk.

We finally pulled up to a nice looking, light green house. As soon as the engine turned off, I started running towards the house so I could get the best room. I ran up the stairs and looked into the first room, then the second. I finally reached the third room and looked in.

This room had a walk-in closet, its own bathroom, and a balcony towards the back. The balcony looked like something from a Disney movie.

"This is my room!" I shouted as I walked over to the balcony.

"No fair," Ella shouted," you always get the biggest room!"

I stood on the balcony and looked out. We had a nice sized back yard and when I looked to my right, I could see another balcony on the neighbor's house about 10 yards away. I hope the neighbors are nice.

Fang pov

"Nick!" My mom shouted up the stairs. I suppressed a groan at her use of my real name." We have new neighbors; they're coming over here for dinner tonight!" I went to go take a shower.

Once I was out of the shower, I threw on some nice-ish clothes that would easily conceal my wings, yes wings, and headed downstairs. My Mom was frantically pulling a casserole out of the oven. Without even looking up she said, " There you are, Nick, could you please set the table. The neighbors will be here any minute."

Without even answering, I started setting the table, wondering what the neighbors were like. Just then the doorbell rang. Here we go.

Max pov

" Hey Max!" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs.

"What!"

" We are going to the neighbors house for dinner tonight. Please put on something relatively presentable." I tried not to groan. All I wanted to do was sleep after the long drive here. Oh well.

Nonetheless (he he funny word), I came out of the bathroom with a blue and white striped tee shirt that would hide my wings perfectly. Yes, I did say wings. My wings are dark brown at the top and get lighter as the go down until it's just white with little black specs. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, Ella grabbed me and pushed me back in to put makeup on me. Of course, this was not my idea of fun, so just in case; she tied me to her vanity chair.

"You need to look hot. The neighbors have a boy your age." She said, winking at me. I just rolled my eyes, not bothering to ask how she knew this.

Once she was done smearing gunk on my face, we went downstairs. We met up with my mom, who was wearing a pretty, purple dress, and my dad and started walking to the neighbor's house.

A middle-aged woman with olive skin, shoulder length dark hair and sparkling blue eyes opened the door when we knocked.

"Hi, I'm Renee Walker, This is my husband, Rich," she motioned to a middle- aged man with tan skin, black hair and dark brown eyes, " and these are my children; Monique," A girl with mocha colored skin and beautiful chocolate- brown eyes, "and Nick." She gestured to a tall boy, my age with olive colored skin, long black hair, and piercing black eyes that had tiny gold specks in them. Nick was wearing all black and an emotionless expression. He had frowned slightly when his mother said his name. This must be the boy Ella was talking about. At that moment I was sort of glad that she had insisted on me wearing make-up. I looked up and found myself staring into his eyes. Suddenly I got butterflies in my stomach and found myself wondering if I could ever get him to go out with me.

"Max! Snap out of it! I know he's-," I looked up and Nick was smirking at me with the most irresistibly annoying expression on his face. Monique and Ella were giggling into their hands and the adults were all looking at me like I was crazy.

"Did I just say that out loud?" I asked

Nick, Monique, and Ella all nodded at me simultaneously. I groaned and blushed. Nick still had a smirk on his face. He looked like he knew exactly the dialogue that was going through my head when I had my little outburst.

"I'm Valencia Martinez and these are my children; Max and Ella and my husband, Jeb." My mom said, breaking the awkward silence and motioning to us each when she said our name.

"Please," Mrs. Walker said, "come in." We all followed her inside to a modern, wooden dining room table. I sat down between Nick and Mr. Walker. Mrs. Walker then brought out a huge casserole and salad bowl and placed it in the middle of the table before sitting down in between Ella and my dad.

After dinner, I followed Nick up to his room. It was all black with a white carpet. Almost everything in his room was black. He had a black acoustic and electric guitar in the corner, the comforter on his bed was

black; the beanbag chair in the corner was black, etc… Then I noticed the balcony. I walked over to it and looked to my left, where there was an identical balcony about 10 yards away. My balcony.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle and I whipped around.

"Nick!" I yelled. He winced.

"Call me Fang."

"Fang?"

"Yup," he said, popping the 'p'.

"Interesting name," I mumbled. He instantly changed the subject;

"Is that your balcony?"

"Yup," I said popping the 'p'. He nodded.

"Ever played 'Call of Duty?'" he asked. I laughed.

"Hun, I invented that game."

"It's on." He grinned.

(So? Love it? Hate it? Review! And thank you to my awesome friend and editor, Katie for helping me with this story ;)