Hey guys! Here's my first fanfic. I know, it's really bad, but I tried my best. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything. Yes, I'm poor.

Sorry guys, the first chapter is the crappiest chapter of all.

Oh no. Oh God no. I thought as I raced around a dark building, running as fast as my legs could carry me.

"Fang!" I'd shouted, without realizing that there were people all around us.

Oh yeah. It's New York City. As busy as you can get.

I paid no heed to those who turned their heads toward me, puzzling over my expression. They must've thought I was stopping my boyfriend to, what, stop kissing over another red-headed girl? Now why would I do that!? Then again….

Okay, back to the present.

I did a sharp turn into an alley, skidding to a stop as I saw something totally unbelievable.

What was Fang doing this time!?

Stay calm Max. Just pull him out and run.

Right. Like I didn't know that already.

I stood in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

I scrunched my eyes tight, not wanting to see what Fang was doing, and insanely hoping against hope that what was happening wasn't really happening.

I suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

"Fang! Get your butt over here right now! Let's go! Move it!" Yes, I admit that I can get a bit…enthusiastic.

Before I knew what was happening, Fang was by my side in a flash.

"What?" he inquired.

"Nothing. It's just that there's friggin' Erasers everywhere!"

I watched in awe at his expression. I mean, the whole flock was at stake here! What was he thinking, standing there like an idiot, oblivious to the world around us?

Fang took my arm and led me into an abandoned, run down factory.

"Are you sure? Positive?"

"Uh,yeah. Do I look like I'm smiling?"

Ha. The truth was, I was laughing my guts out right when I said that. I barely suppressed a giggle. Hopefully Fang couldn't see that.

Oops. I think he did. Man, when he narrows his eyes at you, it makes you want to scream and run in circles.

"What was that for?" he growled in a deep voice.

"No. Shut your mouth. That was just to get your attention. More importantly, what were you doing?" I hissed. My sentences can get crammed when I wanted to get it out.

He threw me an oh-my-gosh-I-think-I-want-to-scream-and-run-around-in-circles-as-long-as-I-get-away-from-Max look.

I threw him a you-better-tell-me-or-I'll-smash-your-face-into-a-million-pieces-on-the-concrete-and-you'll-regret-it look.

Quite wordy, but hey, it works, so I'm not complaining.

Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

I guess that's how you compensate.

I sighed and turned around, defeated.

"Not your business," he mumbled almost incoherently under his breath.

I strode forward, un-triumphant, leading Fang and myself out of the old factory, out into the dazzling sunlight.

"Max! Did I miss something?" asked a voice.

I turned around, and I saw Iggy jogging up to me.

I drew in a shaky breath. "No. Nothing terribly exciting." I gave Fang a don't-tell-anyone-or-I-really-will-smash-your-face-into-a-million-pieces-on-the-concrete look out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh! See Gazzy? I told you so! You owe me five hot dogs and a bid soda now!" Nudge yelped out of nowhere, gleefully prancing around Gazzy.

"Um, Nudge bet that you and Fang can communicate with your eyes, and Gazzy said that was impossible. And yes, do consider it the early stages of gambling," said Angel. "Yes, I know. I am too cute and good for gambling anyways. Plus you've got that infinite credit card, so we don't have to gamble."

We all stared open-mouthed at Angel.

"Whoa! That was like, 35 more words than I said. I mean, really, like, so yeah." Nudge then started prattling on something about gophers and oranges.

Evil mutants trying to kill us – gone. Evil mad-crazy scientists – gone. Food – as much as possibly imagined which is a lot.

I smiled at the world, and, for once, the world smiled back.

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