A/N: Me: So this whole series of one-shots was inspired by a new unit in health.

Sister: At least that disgusting class is good for something!

Fang: Yea. When I had to go to school for those couple months, I wanted to hurt myself!

Me: I guess you don't have Xyrophobia, then, Emoboy!

Fang: First of all, I'm not emo- I just have great hair *swish*. Second, what is Xyrophobia?

Sister: *snort* *giggle* *giggle* Fear of… razors! BAHAHAHAHA!

Fang: Grrrrrrr!

Me: Uh oh… better do this quick! Wedon''renotgivinghimback!

Max's POV

So we were crashing at my mom's place for a while, so I decided to get everyone clean (for a change). "OK everyone, youngest to oldest- shower time!" Everyone but the youngest three groaned.

It was three hours later, and the only one who hadn't taken a shower was, you guessed it, moi. As usual. So I stopped doing laundry and went to take my beloved shower.

I already missed showers! It had been… I don't even know… like three weeks since my last shower at mom's house! But everyone looked remotely… not utterly, completely disgusting… just a little worse for the wear. Wait a minute… except… Mr. Rock.

"Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you take a shower at Mrs. Martinez's house?"

*shrug*

"Did you?"

*looks away*

"Why didn't you?"

*shrug* Ugh! I was getting nowhere with this boy!

"I'm not finished with you!"

It had been about a week since Fang and I had had our little one-sided conversation, and we had checked into hotel using my Maxcard. We all needed rest… and… showers!

Everyone had taken a shower. Except Fang and me. I watched this time. But when I went to go and drag Fang into the shower, I couldn't find him. He must be "blending". I figured he must really not want to take a shower, which only strengthened my resolve to find him.

'Angel?'

'Yeah?'

'Where's Fang?'

'Hold on a second….'

'He's under the bed, blending.'

'Thanks, sweetie!'

'No problem!'

I went to drag my boyfriend out from under the bed. Let me tell you, that boy can put up quite a fight when he wants to! But he's still no match for me.

"Max, I swear, I will do whatever you want just don't make me go int here!"

"Nope. You, my stinky friend, need a shower."

"Max, please!" he begged. Whoa. Fang actually begged. That paused me.

"Why?"

"It's… nothing… I just… it…" he then mumbled something I couldn't hear, even with my raptor hearing.

"What?" All I heard was mumbling. This went on for another five rounds until finally,

"I CAN'T DO IT! THE WATER… IT BURNS! AND THE DEMONS IN IT WANT TO TAKE MY ALPACAS!THEY WHISPER TO ME… AND THREATEN MY HAND ALPACAS! DON'T MAKE ME MAX! I'LL DIE! THE WATER WILL KILL ME!" he screamed.

Whhaaaatttt? I processed this, still holding him in a full nelson, while he started hyperventilating. So… Fang was afraid of water and washing. Ablutophobia. So what did I do to accommodate his phobia? I threw him in the shower. The screams were music to my ears. :)

A/N: Me: HAHAHA Fang you pansy!

Fang: But you made up that story! *twitch*

Max (over phone): No she didn't!

Fang: Max! *whine* Don't you love me? Help me escape!

Max: HAHAHA no.

Me: Escape?

Fang: Uhh….

Sister: *pulls house out from nowhere with an evil grin*

Fang: $!%$*