AN:This is my first ever fanfiction, so I hope you guys like it. My little sister happens to be a dead-ringer for Angel, attitude and all, so she inspired me to write. Enjoy!

Max's POV

Ugh. Morning. My least favorite time of day. I groaned and rolled over to look at the alarm clock. After

a few bleary blinks, I could finally make some sense of the bright red numbers. 10:30!?! I sat bolt

upright in bed. How could I have slept so late?! I may not be a morning person, but I never sleep this

late! Gazzy and Iggy could have blown up the car, or something much worse, the neighbors annoying, yapping dog.

"So you finally decide to get up and join the rest of the world," said a voice in my doorway. Lo and

behold, it was Fang, leaning in the doorframe. I just gave him one of my death glares and threw a pillow

in the general direction of his head. Fang chuckled, dodging easily, and went to go do whatever it is he

does in the mornings. Frankly, I could care less. Sure I love the guy, but I was still only half awake.

"Fang's right you know," piped up another voice from the hallway that steadily got louder as she

entered the room. Angel gave me a poke in the ribs.

"You really should get up Max," she said seriously, "Iggy and Gazzy were talking earlier about taking one

of your bras to see how fast it would catch on fire…"

Okay THAT got me up. I shooed Angel out the door, all the while grumbling to myself about how if the

two of them wanted to light something on fire, it should be wood, but knowing the two of them, it was

anything but.

Fang's POV

Hmmm… It's quiet around here. TOO quiet. Gazzy and Iggy are probably out blowing up God-knows-

what, and Nudge was out shopping with Ella. Why anyone would want to go shopping anywhere before

noon or at all was beyond me, but girls can really weird sometimes

Don't get me wrong, staying with Dr. Martinez isn't all bad. Sleeping with a roof over your head every

night is pretty nice, and beds are appreciated too, but frankly, things had gotten pretty boring. Even

things between Max and me just weren't the same any more, and unfortunately, things didn't look as if

they might happen in my favor.

Speaking of Max, where is she? I never saw her get up this morning. I rolled up off the couch and walked silently down the hallway towards Max's room.

She was still asleep, her face the most unguarded I'd seen it in the past few days. I just learned against the doorframe, 3…2…1. She rolled over and groaned right on cue.

Then Max caught sight of her alarm clock.

She bolted upright, rubbing her eyes, while I silently laughed.

"So you finally decided to get up and join the rest of the world." I asked, knowing exactly what her response would be, but smiling anyways. (or at least my equivalent of a smile)

Max just gave me a death glare and chucked a small pillow at my head.

I took that as my cue to leave, chuckling all the while.

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