For my best friend on her birthday. its kinda early, I know, but I hope you like it!

Happy Birthday, Max!

For Fangrules1995; Happy Birthday!

Bang. Ow.

Bang. Ouch.

Bang. Ugh.

I picked my head up from my locker and put in my combination. I grabbed my sweatshirt, my backpack, and then closed my locker again.

"ERGG!" I screamed as I put my face into my hands and put my back against my locker. I slid down it and sat with my knees up to my chin. I wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face into denim. I stayed in that position for what it seemed to be hours, until I felt a poke on my head.

"Go away," I mumbled into my knees. I felt another poke on my head and I lifted one of my hands to swat the person away. I heard a sigh and another sharp poke on my head. After a while, I felt the person punch my head so hard I looked up from my position.

"OW!" I yelled at my culprit as I punched his knees. I looked up at the man and saw it was only Fang. He had a brown bag in one hand and his book bag in the other. I wrinkled my lip as he sat down beside me. I hid my face back in my jeans and groaned.

"Max," Fang said quietly. He put his hand on top of my head and stroked my hair. I sighed and relaxed at his touch.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Nuh uh," both of us stayed silent for a moment.

I sighed and started, "I haven't had a very good day,"

"Hm?"

"Didn't get a good grade on my test, got yelled at, got sent to the principal's office, and much more," I stayed silent as he considered my words. I sighed and rested my head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my body and sighed slightly.

"Looks like it's my job as your boyfriend to make your birthday better, isn't it?" Fang laughed. He gave me his brown bag. I looked at him then opened the bag. I pulled out a gigantic crème puff with Happy B-day, Max! written in chocolate. I smiled and looked at Fang.

"My favorite!" I wrapped my arms around his neck. He shrugged and pulled me into a kiss.

"EWWWWW!" a voice screeched from in front of us. Nudge has seen our kiss and was now shielding her eyes.

"Shuttupp!"

Nudge smiled at the both of us and looked at the crème puff.

"OMG! Crème puff!"

"It's mine, Nudge. Go away!" I yelled at the girl. Nudge shrugged and walked down the corridor.

"Fine, but at least allow me to say one thing," she questioned. I nodded as she walked farther down the hallway.

"HASHTAG PASTRY SWAG!"

"NUDGE, THAT WILL NEVER BE A HASHTAG!"