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Chapter One

The phonebook was just sitting there, taunting me.

Before this gets all weird, or at least weirder than it's already gotten, I'll back up some. It all started when Iggy came over. Now, a lot of weird things happen when Iggy comes over, some of them involving bacon, flamethrowers, and Las Vegas, but this one was definitely one of the weirdest.

We were bored. And as you know, bad things happen when teenage boys get bored. We had already done everything there was to do (well, everything legal) and were lying on the floor of my room, being bored.

Suddenly, Iggy sat up. "Your mom got a phonebook?" he asked.

"Who uses phonebooks anymore?" I replied. "That's what the internets for."

Iggy rolled his eyes. "Does she have one or not?"

I had no idea where he was going with this, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know, but I'd learned not to ask with Iggy.

I brought my friend the ancient phonebook I'd stolen from my mom's room and he set in on the floor in front of me.

"Open the book," he commanded. Yeah, because that doesn't sound weird at all.

I flipped it open to a random page and looked up at Iggy expectantly.

"Well?" I asked. "Now what?"

"Pick a number and call it," Iggy said. So I did. I ended up with the number of some guy named Max.

"I'm not calling this number," I told Iggy.

"What, you got something better to do?" was his reply. He had a point, but I still didn't want to. "Come on, Nick, I'll give you ten bucks if you call the dude."

I sighed and fished out my cell phone. Then hesitantly, I dialed the number: 555-555-5555. Complicated number, I know.

The phone rang for awhile, but finally, there was an answer on the other end.

"Hello?" I was actually surprised to hear that the voice was female.

"Umm, hi. I'm…" I glanced around the room, looking for a cool name. My eyes landed on a pair of gummy fangs. "Fang. Fang…." I needed a last name. I looked next to the fangs, and saw a copy of Twilight. I swear to God, it was my sister's. "Cullen. Fang Cullen. Yeah." I could see Iggy silently laughing at me. Let's see him come up with a better name on the spot.

"You're kidding me, right?" the voice asked.

"Nope. That's my real name."

"Okay. So, what do you want? Are you trying to sell me something?"

"Uh, no…are you.." I glanced at the name in the phonebook again. "Max Ride?"

"Yeporooni," the girl replied.

"Kay, then, uh…"

"You do know you're really bad at this, right?" Max interrupted. "When you prank call someone, you should at least know what you're gonna say."

"I- I'm not prank calling you. Why would you even think that? Psht. No, come on. That's ridiculous." Iggy was now rolling on the floor in silent laughter. I glared at him.

"Yeah, that's great. Well, as much as I'm enjoying this, I actually have a life, so bye." And Max hung up.

"Dude, that was priceless!" Iggy exclaimed when I closed the phone.

"This was so not worth ten bucks," I grumbled as Iggy handed me the money.

"Well, Fang," Iggy continued. I glared at him. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"Don't call me that. I made it up on the spot, okay?"

"But Fang Cullen has such a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Iggy teased.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm never doing this again," I promised.

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