"What is it Gazzy?" Max asked. "How'd you know it was me?" Gazzy asked, looking quizzical. "Oh, believe me. I cold pick you out of a crowd at the Super Bowl with smell alone." Max replied, but quickly add, when she saw Gazzy distraught expression, "I can recognize all of your scents." Gazzy just kept quite. Max had to ask him what was up before he would speak again. "Fang blew a gasket again." Max had know idea what that was about, so she yelled for the older boy to come into the room.
Fang came in with a look that said "I'll kill you!" Max quietly asked Gazzy to leave the room. He wasn't much for sulking, so this must have hit a soft spot. "What's your ---" Max started, but was interrupted by Fang's ruff voice. "They went through my laptop!" Fang almost yelled. "Now Fang, you should know better then anyone, that you can't keep secrets in this house. Not with my little mind readin' darlin'." Max told him, with no expression in her voice. She new that Fang new this, and probably better then anyone else. "I know that, but this was something that not even Angel knew about. I never thought about it or anything. They just had to go through my laptop. It was personal. God, why did I even have to write about it?" Max was fairly sure she wasn't supposed to hear the last part. He said it in almost a whisper.
Max was now curious about what could have been on the laptop that he could tell her. Was it porn? Or Poetry? Or something totally weird like Gay Porn? No that couldn't be it, Fang wasn't like that. Sure he was a good writer, but looking at porn just wasn't something that Fang would do.
