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AND I'M BACK IN BUSINESS.

Hi guys! Welcome, welcome, to the sequel of MEET MY SISTER! Oh. My. God. I'M FREAKIN EXCITED DUDES.

I haven't got much planned out... okay. I haven't got anything planned out apart from this chapter, but I had to get it out! There's not going to be much laughter or amusement in this one, cause I'm kinda just laying the base for the rest of the story. But anyway. I hope you enjoy the first chapter of ma sequel (eek!), and let me know what you think!

Oh. And if you haven't read Meet My Sister... well. It's not essential to read it, but it might be useful for background info, and it's not that long anyways :)

Happy reading! x

Plot: Max thought Fang was annoying. Now they're in some sort of a relationship – and cue Fang's crazy, prank-obsessed Mother who is hell bent on breaking the couple up... but maybe that's what will make them really see each other for the first time -MMS

Meeting the parents is always a scary business.

You can ask anybody. There are usually pretty much the same, terrifying questions running through any person's mind as they stand on the doorstep of the house of their 'other half', waiting to meet the mother or the father or the aunt... you get the idea. Will she be nice? Will she smile at me or glare at me? Will she offer me cookies? Will they be poisoned? What if I drop a crumb? Shit... will she make me vacuum?

I must admit that the dropping-a-crumb-from-the-cookie-and-having-to-vacuum bit has always, and will always, be my biggest fear regarding meeting the parent of anyone I happen to be with.

But mine and Fang's relationship seemed to be getting along pretty smoothly... I didn't need to meet his 'parent', because I already knew Aunt Val pretty well, and his mother was still in Hong Kong. He had somehow caught a fleeting glance at Jeb when he was leaving for work one morning, and that was all that Jeb required to put his whole hearted trust in the boy. We hadn't needed to worry about getting the guardian to like us, so it would be okay for us to creep out on romantic dates in the middle of the night and come back at one in the morning.

It's not like we did that anyway. But we didn't need to worry about it. You know. Just in case we did suddenly feel the urge... to creep off... and have dinner somewhere... or whatever it is couples are supposed to do.

"Have you told him?"

I looked up from the laptop to stare at Ella.

"Sorry?"

"Have you told him yet?"

I sighed and pulled the laptop screen down. Ella had been slightly distant with me all day, even stooping so low as to bite her nails, which was usually a serious no-no in her opinion. I was worried about her, but my History essay on the Purges of Stalin was biting away at the edge of my mind, and I couldn't bring myself to have a deep girly conversation with my best friend.

Now she seemed to be losing focus on life. And Stalin could wait.

"Told who what?"

Ella sighed and rolled her eyes, bending her head so she could catch a hangnail between her teeth. "Fang. Have you told him that you're auditioning for the play?"

I frowned. "No."

There was a pause while Ella studied me, chewing furiously on her nail. Then she sighed and dropped her hands onto the table. "Won't he get mad?"

"Why would he get mad?"

Ella shrugged. "Don't guys get all protective and shit, when you start spending less... you know... alone time with them?"

I snorted, opening the laptop up again. Obviously this wasn't a serious conversation. "I don't know about guys in general, but Fang isn't like that."

"How come? How come he's so understanding?"

I glanced at her to make she was being serious. "Um." I bit my lip, considering. "I guess... well. We don't really spend that much alone time together anyway. So there's not much to miss. You know?"

Ella shook her head. "I have no clue what you're on about."

"Ella." I shut the laptop once more. "I'm not speaking another freaking language. Me and Fang... we see each other in school and we talk after school, sometimes even on the phone. We share jokes and ice creams... but we don't go on walks under the pier. We don't lie on the grass and stare at the stars. Do you catch my drift?" She continued to stare at me. "We're not that kind of couple."

I felt odd as I spoke. I hadn't really evaluated mine and Fang's relationship before, and it was weird hearing it out loud.

Ella leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "When did you last kiss him?"

Eh?

"What the hell!"

"Answer me!"

"No!"

"Max. Now."

I dragged up my satchel and stuffed my history textbook and laptop inside, before turning to look her directly in the eyes. "Bite me, bitch."

"Do you guys ever even kiss?" She demanded desperately, following me as I marched in the direction of the school building. "Do you hold hands when you walk in the street? Do you watch films together and share a bowl of popcorn and a soda?"

I whipped around. "Ella! Jesus Christ, that shit is in movies. Couples don't actually... do that crap. I mean really? Can you imagine us holding hands?"

"No actually, I can't."

"There you go."

"You know why?" Ella grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at her. "Because you guys seem to say to everyone that you're going out, but you're not. You don't do anything remotely... romantic, at all. You treat him like a friend, you treat him the exact same way that you treated him when you first met."

"What's wrong with friends going out?" I yelled, snatching my arm back to myself.

Ella stamped her foot.

No. Freaking. Joke. She stamped her freaking foot. I was just waiting for her to get a handbag out from somewhere and smack me in the face with it. Seriously, she was pink in the face and everything... although I couldn't quite bring myself to understand why mine and Fang's activities – or lack of them – were annoying her so much.

"Maximum." Yep. She was angry. "You are such a hopeless case. Do you ever even look at Fang? I know you think he's hot and all that crap, but do you ever actually see him? Does your heart skip a beat when he comes your way with that grin on his face? Do you feel like running your fingers through his hair or putting your hand on his chest when you're close so you can feel the thud of his heart? Do you want to march up and kiss him when you're in the middle of class?"

"Oh my God."

"All I ever see is you stamping on his foot or making faces at him or smacking him on the back of his head. You never look at him in that way, Max! You're going out with the hottest guy in the universe-"

"Oh Jesus almighty."

"-and you don't even care!"

I stared at Ella, my mouth hanging slightly open.

"Ella..."

"What?"

"Ella. Oh my God. You- you're... oh God. You like him don't you?"

"What?"

"Fang! You fancy him! Oh my God."

"I don't!" Ella slapped my arm, her face flushing even deeper. I forced my mouth to close. "You idiot. I can see, though. I can see that if I did like him, you probably wouldn't even be that jealous!"

"Ella-"

"Max, I don't like Fang! I don't. But... you don't appreciate what you have. You are going out with a sweet, funny, gorgeous guy and I have no one, and you're... you don't even hold his hand, for Christ's sake!"

"Ella." I swung my satchel up onto my shoulder, anger brewing up inside of me. "What Fang and I do together is none of your business. If you want a boyfriend, I can help you find a guy that you would really like, okay? But don't start accusing me of being... I don't even know. A shit girlfriend?"

"That isn't-"

"See you in class."

I didn't see Ella in class. She didn't turn up in Biology, and when I sent a note across to Nudge to ask where she was, she wrote back that she was in a counselling session.

Since when did Ella need counselling?

I was utterly and completely confused. Fang and I had been going out for about a month now, and it was all good. She hadn't seemed to feel any resentment towards our relationship until today... and I was happy. I didn't need to worry about all the usual crap that girlfriend's worry about. Being on time for dates, looking good every day, buying presents or wearing provocative underwear to make sure he never, ever leaves me. We weren't dependant on each other, and there was no reason to be.

For some reason, Ella thought that was a crime now.

She's mad at me :s

I scribbled the note on a ripped off piece of paper from my diary and threw it at Nudge's mane of hair.

A familiar tap on the head responded a moment later.

How come? I've realised she's been kinda edgy lately...

It's about me and Fang. She thinks we're not... I dunno. Coupley enough.

Nice language, Max. Don't worry about it, she'll come around. She's obsessed with getting a boyfriend for some reason. It's slightly worrying.

Just slightly.

I wouldn't normally be worried about Ella going through a typical teenage-girl phase where you feel like you're fat and ugly and just not good enough for any guy on the planet... but the fact that she was going to counselling and was taking out her anger on mine and Fang's relationship... that was something else.

"I'll make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"I hate peanut butter."

"I'll make you a jelly sandwich."

"Why can't you just make jelly...?"

"Fine. Just jelly. No sand. No witch."

I snorted. "Be a clown."

Fang smirked up at me. "I'll consider it, babe."

"Call me babe again and I will eat your hamster."

"If I had a hamster, that might work out." He flicked a piece of grass at me. "Pwetty pwease?"

I groaned. "You are such an effort."

"Max." I looked down to meet his practically-black eyes. "May I take the liberty of reminding you that you're the one who brought that creature into the house in the first place?"

"It was to make you happy! And now you're throwing it back in my face?"

"Don't try the sympathy card."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't get why you don't like Toby. He's the most wonderfully obedient and beautiful dog there ever was."

"He shat on my teddy."

I snorted. "Good on him."

"I have to admit, though, he's grown on me. Apart from the shitting... he's not that bad."

"Then keep him!" I smacked his arm to emphasize my point. "He'll grow on you even more! I bet you'll end up practically wearing him."

"That makes no sense."

I sighed. "Fang."

"Max. Darling." He took my hand and squeezed it. "What is it, pumpkin?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Do you want to have children when you're older?"

Fang smirked and dropped back on the grass. I brought my fist down on his stomach, enjoying watching him convulse in coughs.

"Bitch." He struggled to get the word out. I smiled down at him.

"You deserve it. Dog hater."

Fang groaned and covered his face with his hands. I looked at the scratch on his wrist I had accidentally inflicted in a chemistry experiment, and allowed my thoughts to drift back to Ella, before Fang dragged his hands down and looked at me.

"There's a reason I need you to take him in."

"Save your breath."

"Seriously." He sat up. "It's a good reason, too."

I looked at him suspiciously. "I'm listening."

"I'm going to have a lady in my house that's allergic to dogs."

I rolled my eyes. "Good one Fang. I've met Aunt Val before, douche."

He laughed softly. "It's not Aunt Val." He sighed before lowering his head to stare at his hands for a few moments.

"It's my Mum."

A/N

Ahh, it's like coming back home :) I enjoyed writing that. Now tell me what you thought of reading it, huh? ;)

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