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The Costume

Max POV

"Max, you should be Buffy the Vampire Slayer!"

"No."

We were deciding on Halloween costumes. Not my favorite. Not my idea. But somebody decided that we needed to dress up since we had missed this fantastic holiday since most of our childhood life was spent living in dog crates. Though some may say that we spent our childhood in a Halloween world, with the freaks and the scariness and all that jazz.

"Fine then," Nudge said. "Max, you make a suggestion."

"Uh…how about an invisible person? Then you could just pretend that I was trick-or-treating with you."

"But then you'd miss all the fun!" Angel looked devastatingly disappointed.

"I'm sure I'll survive." I rolled my eyes and looked at Fang for support. They wanted to make him Batman. Which was fine for him, considering all they had to add was bat ears and he'd be all set. He returned my glance, but his look said something more like "Just let them have their fun," rather than what I'd been hoping for. Thanks a lot, Fang.

Gazzy had recommended being Robin.

Nudge… I didn't know what she was doing and she wouldn't tell us.

Angel the little demon was going to be an angel.

Iggy was going to be a mime. He wasn't to enthusiastic about Halloween either. Great. I'll go stand over there by him.

"Max should be a princess 'cuz she's so pretty," Angel said dreamily. "What do you think, Fang?"

"Uh…"

I looked at him, smirking. "Yes, what do you think, Fang?"

"Sounds…great…" He mumbled. He suddenly had things to do and he fled for the kitchen.

"I know!" Nudge jumped up, waving a note pad of paper in her hand and brandishing a pencil in the other. "We'll draw from a hat!!"

"Fine," I said. I could just put in a whole bunch of InvisaGirl slips, and tip the odds in my favor. Underhanded and sneaky, but, hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

"I think we should all write things except Max."

Crap. Creepy little angel demon read my mind. Angel smiled at me angelically. I put on my stone face.

Ten minutes later I was undergoing extreme torture at the hand of my flock. Yes people. Torture.

"I'm gonna put in The Bearded Lady," Iggy declared quietly. "Shame I wouldn't get to see it."

Any sense of unity I had shared with Iggy a minute ago had evaporated.

"Max hates you now, Ig," said Angel as she put her slip of paper into a baseball hat. Gazzy snickered as he dropped his in. Fang was still in the kitchen and hadn't bothered to come out.

"Fang?" Nudge called. "Don't'cha want to contribute?"

"No." Fang poked his head out from the kitchen door. "I don't want to incur the wrath of Maximum."

"Okay, then. We'll just put in what you'd have written anyway." She whipped out a permanent marker. "'Supermodel' is one word, right?"

Two gags.

One from me.

The other was from Fang, who dove at Nudge and proceeded to rip that poor piece of paper to shreds.

"Okay." Nudge stated in an all business tone, when the tussle was over. Fang had won. No duh. "And now! We draw!"

"Well, Max draws," Angel amended.

I groaned and plunged my hand into the offered hat, pulling out a slip and holding it like it was a slimy snake I didn't really want to touch. At ALL.

I could feel the girls holding their breath. Gazzy and Iggy were laughing silently.

I cracked my eyes open and read the condemning words.

Pamela Andersen.

I died.

"GAZZY!!" I hollered. He looked up at me sheepishly. I glared at him. "You're in for it, buster."

"Pick another, Max." Nudge handed me the bowl, glaring at the Gasman. "But you have to do this one, 'k?"

Praying that the next one was not another Pamela Andersen-type, I shoved my hand into the hat and came out with…

Princess.

"A Fairy Princess," Angel clarified. Seeing it in my thoughts.

Let's say…I died, again.