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(Dylan's P.o.V.)

"YOU."
The word echoed in my head, even after everyone else was sleeping. I don't know who I really thought that Fang liked, but I didn't think... I mean, why would he like me like that? At first I was reluctant to believe it at all. The next morning after breakfast, Fang and I were watching TV together. We'd missed too much of the series to really understand anything, but from what I could tell it was about time travelers. Fang and I chattered on about the idea of time travel, hiding the silence of the house with our voices. The flock had gone to the beach, but I didn't really feel all that social and Fang had refused to wake up.
I looked over at Fang, catching him turning his head quickly back to the TV. Had he really been staring at me? Again? He had definitely warmed up to me, being much more friendly than hateful. That surprised me, but I quickly discovered that if we stayed off of the relationships topic, we could be good friends. Actually, he seemed almost too friendly. Even more than normal I would catch him staring or, even stranger, smiling. Was it just my imagination? Does he like me? It's so confusing right now, my head feels like it's about to explode. If only I hadn't been so eager to find out.
Either way, I was Max's perfect match, not his. Thing is, I wasn't so sure about that. Max and I disagree on many things that we both find important. Like how to run the flock, for instance. She runs it with an iron fist, allowing little treats every now and then. I think that she should be a little softer and more motherly towards them, but still hold their respect by not letting them walk all over her. We disagree on other things too, like the whitecoats, Fang's blog, and if the Flock should go even more public. It makes me wonder if the whitecoats made a mistake. Fang and I agree on almost everything. As soon as we agreed to a truce over Max, we stopped arguing completely. We always backed each other up and always were able to help. In only a few days, we were like brothers. The idea that Fang wants us to be something more isn't that strange, to be honest. It seems like that natural course of things. That can't be right, though. It can't.
I think that it's alright if Fang likes me. It's a little confusing right now and I don't know how to handle it at all, but it doesn't seem all that bad. I like him as a person, as a brother, and nothing more. Maybe someday... ah, who am I kidding? I'm not even gay. I've got a girlfriend and everything, so I wouldn't ever be attracted to him. I'm straight. I swear, I am. I think.

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(Dylan's P.o.V.)

"YOU."
The word echoed in my head, even after everyone else was sleeping. I don't know who I really thought that Fang liked, but I didn't think... I mean, why would he like me like that? At first I was reluctant to believe it at all. The next morning after breakfast, Fang and I were watching TV together. We'd missed too much of the series to really understand anything, but from what I could tell it was about time travelers. Fang and I chattered on about the idea of time travel, hiding the silence of the house with our voices. The flock had gone to the beach, but I didn't really feel all that social and Fang had refused to wake up.
I looked over at Fang, catching him turning his head quickly back to the TV. Had he really been staring at me? Again? He had definitely warmed up to me, being much more friendly than hateful. That surprised me, but I quickly discovered that if we stayed off of the relationships topic, we could be good friends. Actually, he seemed almost too friendly. Even more than normal I would catch him staring or, even stranger, smiling. Was it just my imagination? Does he like me? It's so confusing right now, my head feels like it's about to explode. If only I hadn't been so eager to find out.
Either way, I was Max's perfect match, not his. Thing is, I wasn't so sure about that. Max and I disagree on many things that we both find important. Like how to run the flock, for instance. She runs it with an iron fist, allowing little treats every now and then. I think that she should be a little softer and more motherly towards them, but still hold their respect by not letting them walk all over her. We disagree on other things too, like the whitecoats, Fang's blog, and if the Flock should go even more public. It makes me wonder if the whitecoats made a mistake. Fang and I agree on almost everything. As soon as we agreed to a truce over Max, we stopped arguing completely. We always backed each other up and always were able to help. In only a few days, we were like brothers. The idea that Fang wants us to be something more isn't that strange, to be honest. It seems like that natural course of things. That can't be right, though. It can't.
I think that it's alright if Fang likes me. It's a little confusing right now and I don't know how to handle it at all, but it doesn't seem all that bad. I like him as a person, as a brother, and nothing more. Maybe someday... ah, who am I kidding? I'm not even gay. I've got a girlfriend and everything, so I wouldn't ever be attracted to him. I'm straight. I swear, I am. I think.