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Disclaimer: Lalalala No suey, me no owny

The bacon had gone bad. That was the only explanation I had to why my stomach was churning, flip flopping like Gazzy cannon balling into the pool. It definitely wasn't because Max had a date tonight, with him. It wasn't because I've been dying to be that guy for years. The one that holds her hand, kisses her lips and witnesses her smile. But nooo, it had to be Sam. But I wasn't jealous, not a bit. In fact I didn't care at all. The only reason my stomach was flopping excessively was because I ate bad bacon this morning.

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The clock ticks both too slow and too fast at the same time. I can, hear the sounds of giggling coming from Max's room. Nudge and Angel's squeals fill the air. I glance at the clock, for the seventh time in the last ten minutes.

"Will you please stop staring at the clock as if it killed your puppy," Gazzy exclaims from across the room, perched on the top bunk of the bed Iggy and him shared. I glare at him, I'm too manly for puppies, if anything I would own a eagle or something.

"He's doing it again isn't he, the thing where he stares and nothing for minutes," Iggy asks Gasman, even though his blue eyes are staring at me. That kid is so creepy sometimes.

"No Iggy I'm not doing that thing!" I snap, causing them to succumb to giggling fits. Wow, big words, I give myself a pat on the back.

"Looks like it's someones time of the month," Iggy wiggles his eyebrows.

"Please just leave me alone." My voice sounds desperate, even to myself. Iggy and Gazzy look at me with concern. Damn, I must be a pretty pathetic sight. I mean these kids have been karate kicking everything since they were in diapers. Their motto was If it moves, it dies. "It's all your fault you know," I point at Iggy even though he can't see me. "You made the fuggin bacon bad." I storm out of the room, hoping a fly would clear my head.

Just as the doorbell rings.

Him

"Fang can you get the door!" Max shouts from her room. Well, since you asked sooo politely. I drag my feet all the way to the door, hoping that if I take long enough he would leave. But since the universe and everything in it hates me I open the door to Sam's smiling I'm was a Boy Scout and love puppies face.

"Hey, is Max here?" He asks a little too happily. No she moved to Taiwan dumbutt, I bite back my retort and settle with killing him with my eyes instead.

"She's coming." I'm pretty sure I spit in his face. By accident of course, there is no way I would let my spit touch is grossly happy face. I spend so much time glaring that I don't notice the fact that I'm blocking the door, leaving Boy Scout and I standing in the doorway. Hmmm, should I let him in or not?

Pro: We won't be awkwardly standing together.

Con: I'm letting my kinda-sorta-mortal-enemy into my territory. Big no no.

Pro: Max won't kill me for leaving her boyfriend *puke* outside.

Con: Max is cute when she's mad.

I don't get to finish my list because at that moment I hear what sounds like an elephant stampede run towards me. Whipping around I look across the couch to see the cause of the thundering footstep. Turns out it it wasn't elephants, just three girls and a pair of combat boots. I plan on rolling my eyes in annoyance, but then I see Max.

She looks amazing. Seriously jaw-dropping. She has on jeans with rips in the knees, from an Eraser fight not an Aerocrombie outlet, a black t-shirt with studs on the shoulders and brown combat boots. Wow. I can feel my brain short circuiting. Then guess what happens, that's right. She smiles at me. An actual lights up her eyes kind of smile. I feel the corners of my mouth turn up slowly.

"Hey Sam." She walks past me. Crackle, you know what sound that is? It's the sound of my heart be crushed under the heel of her stupid combat boot. Hahaha, I'm kidding, it's not like I'm in love with her.

"Yes you are. Ugghhh! You are so stubborn!" Angel glares at me, with a fierce anger in her eyes. She points a disriminating finger at me, looking as menacing as a little girl could. Which is surprisingly a lot. "You do and you know it. Stubborn like a donkey." She murmurs, stalking down the hall. There were definitely ups and downs to having a mind reading sister, well mostly downsides.

"What was that about?" Max raises her eyebrows in my direction. Looking more annoyed than concerned.

"Nothing." I say, not bothering to look at her before turning away. "Don't let it disturb your date," spitting I close the door, leaving a confused Max on the other side.

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Where is the damn bacon. Flipping through the fridge and cupboards I can't find the damn bag of bacon. It's exactly been thirty four minutes since Max and Boy Scout left, the computer and TV are both incompetent (big word, pat on the back for Fang) at keeping me entertained and the only option left is bacon.

"Iggy! Where did you put the bacon!" I scream, hmm maybe ice cream would be a good substitute.

"You mean this bacon and ice cream?" Angel appears behind me, holding a bag of beautifully processed meat with a tub of ice cream tucked under her arm. Blinking up at me from under her lashes she tries to play innocent. Not gonna work. I lunge for her, determined to get the bacon. She laughs, wings bursting from her back, and flys to perch on top of the cupboards. "You just have to tell me about Max and you, then you'll get your bacon back," ha, joke's one her! I have wings too! Flying up I reach for my bacon.

Bang! Oww! Who put the roof there? I try to reach but I can't, unless I want to get a concussion. "Tell me the truth about you and Max or else you're not gonna get your bacon back," she sings, opening up the ice cream and licking the lid. "Mmmm," I have to say the concussion is looking like pretty good option right about now. "So yummy," Angel says, a little bit of ice cream smudged on her cheek. She grins like a maniac.

"Fine I give up, I'll tell you about Max." Angel smiles, a real one this time, like a cat that's just been fed.

"Wait till I get down," leaving the bacon and ice cream on the cupboard tops she descends slowly. Panic clouds my mind.

"What about me food?!"

"Think of it like insurance, when you tell me I'll give it back," Her chubby arms are crossed in front of her chest. I stick out my hand, like someone making a business deal.

"Here's what's happening between me and Max. Ilikeher," I blurt out the last part. "She's smart, well kinda, she can kick major butt, she's pretty and sarcastic and she looks out for all of us." Wow, I really need to learn to shut up. "But I know she doesn't like me so don't say anything alright?" I'm pretty sure my eyes have the same panicked look as someone going through drug withdrawal.

"I won't, I promise" Angel has a scary look in her eye. But I stupidly choose to ignore it. She walks out of the room, little hips swaying.

How great, I just spilled my feelings to a big mouthed, mind reading girl. Someone pass the damn bacon.

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