(A/N: Hey guys, This is just a little Fax story.

I've noticed lately my writing style was way too fast and unrealistic. So, This story (and it's title) were inspired by trying to write better.)

(And by the way, don't worry if you don't recognize the song, 'cuz I wrote it. )

Reality

By Sam Havni

FANG POV

Once again, it was normal day in the newly expanded Martinez house. We lived with Ella (Who we all agree has a crush on Iggy) and Dr. Martinez, who we all call mom 'cuz, like, she is to us.

Another day. Yippee. For once I was up before Max. I decided to wake her up to show her how annoying it is. And partly because she's fun to annoy. Well, mostly the second one.

I crept into her room. I tried to think of a really funny way to wake her up. I thought some more. Then, the ultimate plan popped into my head.

Tickle her!

I grinned evilly and walked up to her bed. I reached out my arms slowly. Ever so closer…

Until she grabbed my hands and forcefully kicked me across the room.

She sat up, her eyes wide open, and looked at me.

"Never heard the expression 'sleeping with one eye open?'" She asked. I groaned, staggering to get up.

"That was harsh." I said.

"My god, tickling me? That's torture!" She said sarcastically.

There was silence.

"I'll go wake Iggy up." I said, breaking the silence. I left the room. I realized what I said and also realized that I really didn't feel like doing it. So I simply went into Iggy's room, said 'Wake up.' And walked out.

I grabbed my iPod off of the kitchen counter and turned it on. I looked through my few songs. Not in the mood. I went to the FM radio tuner. Didn't know what that was. I soon found out. I turned the channel.

"This next one is by an up and coming artist: Nukestar and his song 'Again'" it blared. Whatever. I'll listen.

A piano-ish intro played. Oh god, I thought. A bubblegum pop song. I was about to turn it off when I heard a guitar chord. Maybe not.

Take what you have

Rang a guy's voice. Eh, kinda cool.

Link it to your past

Treat every day like it's your first

Cause it just might be your last

Sounds familiar. Oh yeah. My life.

I would throw my life away

Just to do it all again.

Just to do it all again.

And if I had a second chance

I would do it all again

I would do it all again.

Huh. Certain things I wanted to do again were flooding my mind. And I might not have a second chance to do them.

Was this a sign from God? (A/N: Well, that's an interesting name for me…)

Take her hand in yours

Take her to these shores

Make sure that you find your true love

Before you're transferred up above

Crap. I'd better get off my desperate butt if I want to be with Max!

Especially considering our expiration dates might be approaching.

The chorus rang again, and then the guitar solo came in. More thinking time!

So… what to do? Then I remembered the lyrics. Take her to these shores! There was a beach right down the street!

The song ended in another piano gliss up the keyboard. I really needed to learn how to play that.

I ran down the hall to where Max was walking towards the kitchen to help Iggy make breakfast.

I grabbed her hand.

(EVILLY FAXY CLIFFIE! Technically, It's the first part of an MRU, a fiction writing technique developed by *Gets Shot* Oh noes! You killed me! Now how will you know what happened, you dumbf***?)

*GASP!* I said a bad word!