Everyone has a guardian angel, right?

Anyone that has seen "Forever Darling" w/ Lucy Ball and Desi—this is kind of a take off of that, but you didn't hear that from me…

Disclaimer: I only own Andrew. I don't own Orlando Bloom. I own a book about Ewan McGregor. I don't own Max, or Fang. I'm sorry! runs off crying

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SeA

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"Shut-up, Fang!" I screamed, shoving him hard. "Don't you start telling me what to do too! I hear it from Jeb too much as it is! Now you too!"

Fang opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him short.

"Erg! Go…go write on your stupid blog or something!" With that, I turned sharply on my heel and stormed out of the room.

Tried to, anyways.

Fang grabbed my arm and yanked me back. His dark eyes penetrated mine as he hissed, "Max, you're impossible. I don't want to see you hurt. I care."

"Yea, I'm sure," I bit out, before successfully shaking him off, and stomping out of the hotel room.

Alright, here's the deal: we were staying in a hotel somewhere in Texas, I'm guessing Houston. And, just for the record, no, Fang and I did not share a bedroom. I got cash, peeps! I can pay for a suite! In one of the rooms, there was a bunk and a separate bed—Ig and Gazzy took the bunks, and Fang took the cot. Nudge, Angel and I all took the master bedroom—as Angel said, it was like having a major sleepover, what with all of us girls together!

Well, we'd been there for less than an hour when his Royal Highness Prince Fang started bugging me about getting a "permanent residence". Oh yea, that was real smart.

Not.

I mean, come on. Here we are, running for our lives, and he wants to look in to houses. What's up with that?

I stood in front of my closed bedroom door, shaking. I hated it when Fang and I fought; it was like World War III or something. The flock hated it too—especially after the episode with Ari, it really kind of split the flock in two. Boys vs. Girls.

"Aw, there you are. I was wondering when you'd come."

I stiffened. Was that an English accent!!!

"Do not be alarmed. I'm just your—"

I whirled around my fists out, ready to defend myself. Someone I did not know was in my bedroom! And he had an English accent!

Fang! I had to get Fang!

I prepared a scream, but as soon as I laid eyes on the man before me, the scream died in my throat.

What did he look like, you ask? Tall, dark, and handsome.

And very familiar.

"Oh my gosh!" I screeched. "Orlando Bloom!"

Orlando Bloom—as in Will Turner. His chocolate brown hair was actually fairly long—to his shoulders, about. But it was all cute and wavy, and really hot…and then of course there was the faint mustache thing…

The guy blinked. "I look like Orlando Bloom, huh?" He glanced at himself in the nearby mirror. "Wow. That's pretty cool…I think Gabe looks like Ewan McGregor…or maybe that's Mike…" He turned back to me. "My name's Andrew. I'm your guardian angel."

I couldn't help it—my jaw dropped. "My what?!"

Err…Andrew…grinned. "Your guardian angel."

I had to get a hold of myself. I mean, I was dreaming, right?

I casually wiped away a bit of drool…gosh, he was so hot…almost as hot as Fang… "If you're my guardian angel, than…why do you look like Orlando Bloom? What's keeping me from thinking that you're just some well-designed robot that Jeb sent after me?"

"Well," Andrew said, raking a hand through his dark, curly hair. "To your first question, I look like what you want me to look like. To the second, how else would I know that you were having marital problems, and to come here right after you had a fight with your husband?"

"My what?!" I shrieked for the second time in as many minutes.

Now it was Andrew's turn to be shocked. "Wait a sec—how old are you exactly? At this moment?"

"Fourteen!"

"Oh." Andrew blushed as he fumbled for the notebook I'd just now noticed in his back pocket. He flipped through the pages for a moment, and then paused. He scanned the page quickly, then said, "I must have gotten this all mixed up. Sorry. Right now, your having problems with Fang, your friend soon to be boyfriend, not your husband." He muttered, "Though I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, it's the same person and everything."

"Huh?"

Andrew continued as if I hadn't even interrupted, "Alright, if it makes you feel any better, you don't have any marital trouble when you grow-up. The occasional spat, which usually ends up…err…well, I guess. You end up with eight kids, so, I mean—"

"Eight kids?!" Holy… "Eight kids?" I repeated, dazed. "Oh my—"

Andrew held up a hand. "Careful. Yea, and they'll all be nice and health, and very pretty." He slammed the book shut. "Happy?"

I nodded dumbly, both entranced by Orlando's—I mean Andrew's—looks, and the fact that he just told me Fang and I were going to have eight kids. I mean seriously—eight kids!

"But," he continued, "if you and Fang don't solve this thing, some of this won't happen. And anyways, your right—you shouldn't get a house. Yet. You need to stay on the move for a little while longer…think I heard something about Antarctica…penguins are just adorable…err… Right, back to work."

"So," he finished, "Will you forgive him?"

For a long moment, I just stood there. And, then, without even a word, I turned and ran towards the door, trying to get it open as fast as I could. I mean, come on—we had eight lives at stake here!

I heard Andrew's beautiful laugh from behind me. "Tell Fang Jr. "hi" for me!"

As soon as Max was out of site, Andrew pulled out the booklet again, and turned to one of the many pages he'd marked.

"Told Max about kids? Check." To himself, he murmured, "No need telling her about all of them. Don't want to scare her or anything…twelve is a pretty big number...so is fifteen… Did everything else…that should do."

He looked up, slipping the book back into the pocket of his jeans.

"Wonder how Angie's doing with Fang?"

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Hey, what did you think? It's probably going to be a two-shot—the next chapter is Fang with his guardian angel. Hey, speaking of which, who do you think she should look like? Probably should be some famous person, like Keira Knightley or Avril Lavigne or something.

Oh, and notice how Andrew said "I think Gabe looks like Ewan McGregor…or maybe that's Mike…" Isn't there an angel Michael? And of course, we have Gabriel…