Sorry, this'll be another slow chapter. Oh well.

Oh, and this is a redo too.

Enjoy.

Chapter 2

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Max's POV

I was skimming through the fridge for something for Iggy to cook for me. Eventually, I decided: It was Saturday, why not get something at McDonalds? You know, a lot of those pancake things, milkshakes, yada yada.

And it could be the rare time Iggy didn't have to make something.

I left a note for Fang ('cause he's always down first) and flew out the door.

After a bit, I arrived at town, landed, and searched for McDonalds. When I found the Big M next to a laundry place, I cautiously looked around.

There was people too old, too young, or not evil looking enough to be an Eraser. Oh, wait, how pathetically parinoid of me: There weren't any more Erasers, Max! Hello!

However.

I noticed a black van across the street by the store with it's logo on it, and immediatly started going hay-wire. I took a quick peek at the driver, a sleezy dude with a stubble and a cigerette.

Deep breaths, Max, the bum won't come out and kill you. Maybe.

So, finally, I creeped into the McDonalds resturant, looking back every few seconds, and my 'adrenaline alert' became 'hopeless heaven' the moment I passed through the doors.

God, it smelled soooo good, with all the warm, cooked, flavered food wafting into my nose. I stepped into the line, and in the five minutes I stood there, I watched the other people enviously eat their food.

"Excuse me, miss? What would you like to eat?" the women behind me asked.

Ah, showtime.

Nudge's POV

"The last time I freaked out, I just kept lookin' down!
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout!"

Max had finally let me and Angel get the new Hannah Montana CD, and we were listening to See You Again, the only Miley song I liked, on the stereo.

"Hm, I think I liked the Montana side better, but this is okay," Iggy was saying.

"Oh, Jesus, now you're into it?" Fang muttered. He was reading a note on the table over again, more for relief of boredem then review. He seemed a little...off today. I don't know how to say it, but something was up. Hm..

"Felt like I couldn't breathe! You asked what's wrong with me, my best friend Leslie said: "'Oh, She's just bein' Miley!'" We continued, ignoring their mean comments.

"Leslie? Who's Leslie?" asked the Gasman, obviously half-listening, petting Total.

"Miley Cyrus's real best friend, stupid." I replied, still listening, enjoying it.

"Switch it to the Hannah Montana side," said Total, "Miley's great and all, but I've had enough of boys and crushes and all of the girl stuff,"

I scowled at him, then I skimmed through the songs until I found my absolutly favorite song on the Hannah Montana's side.

"I admit: this is a relief from that fourteen year old who talks about guys all the time," Fang hissed to Iggy, leaning over the counter.

"Nobody's perfect! I gotta work it, again and again till I get it right! Nobody's perfect! I'm livin' and learnin', and if I mess it up sometimes, nobody's perfect..." Angel started singing, and I caught on after the first verse. I liked Hannah Montana better, because it was funner, more excitable, and had better morals. Also, it has great music.

"I think Hannah Montana is on now, if you two girly girls want to watch it," Gasser reported, reading the TV guide.

"Oooh! Nudge, do ya wanna see it?" Angel asked, excited.

I nodded with a lot of enthusiasm. Fang groaned, Iggy sighed, and Gazzy shrugged.

We put it on just as Max passed through the door, a big tray of delicious food in her hands.

Max's POV

I passed through the door, food in my hands. Fang had just sat down in the recliner, looking bored, wearing dark blue jeans (ripped up, duh), a black tee, and a leather jacket over. The usual. Iggy was sitting at the table, wearing what I had seen him pick out earlier. Nudge looked really pretty today, with a pale pink shirt with a pair of wings on the front, denim caprees with a pink string as a belt, and a touch of sparkly lip gloss. Thank God for me, Ms. Bank Card. Anyway, she was sitting with her legs crossed in front of the TV, and I could hear Miley Cyrus's voice coming from it. Angel sat next to Gazzy on the couch, who also seemed to be watching and Gazzy had Total in his lap.

"McDonalds! Oh, thanks, Max! Waddya get?" Nudge ranted off, getting up to look at the food.

"Just some pancakes and milkshakes. Two for each." I said. "Fang, lay out the plates, Ig, sorry you couldn't make these yourself, and get the forks and knives. I want to aim for civilization."

We got everything layed out and began to eat. I watched everyone, making sure they used their forks and knives ('tools', as we called them), and then I saw something else about Fang. He looked...strained, and tense, as if he was just waiting for something to happen. I remember him groaning earlier, not waking up at the usual. I looked at him, and he wasn't eating, just gazing at an empty space on the table, his eyes glazed over in thought.

I waved my hand in front of his face, fast and swiftly. He flinched and looked up at me, no expression on his face.

Gazzy and Ig snickered, Nudge giggled, and Angel looked confused.

"Fang, why are you pushing me out?" asked Angel.

Fang's blank face, to my absolute shock, formed into an angry snarl.

"Some of us want to think without other people butting in," he snapped

Silence.

Fang wouldn't ever snap at anyone but me, so this was new and unexpected. Everyone stared at him, confused looks on their faces.

"Fang, what the heck is with you?" I hissed. He glared at me.

"Nothing."

"Fa -,"

"Nothing,"

"Dang it, you are going to tell me or I am going to kick your sorry butt til - "

With that, he stood up, looked at each of us cooly, and left the table.

Without having a single bite.

Silence. Again.

"So," Total piped up, "Can I have his hotcakes?"

Fang's POV

No matter what they thought of me, no matter what Max did or said, I would not tell them what was wrong. There was no freaking way I would tell them.

And you know why?

Because it was all too soon, all too fast.

What was happening to me was not going to reverse itself.

Ah ha! There is another chapty! Now, I wanted to chill a bit, but show how Max was still tight, still unrelaxed. Now, what is wrong with Fang? Not telling YOU.

Oh, and this is random, but these are thank yous for the reviews on the other two stories:

QuEeNoFwHiNiNg - Thanks so much for reviewing all the time! PM me sometime, will ya?

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FanFiction: MaxWing Nickname: Logo- OMG, one of my real life BFF's! Keep working on Fang, Gone!

MootivMPR: You are all alone in the After School Club of Hell. Sorry, dear friend. I still want to know what Mootiv means. .

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Dragonology - Oh...where to begin? You have been my first FF buddy, and we have read each other's stories, reviewed. I am always looking forward to your reviews, because of your humor, honesty, and keen eye for details!

Okay, readers - another chapter on the way!

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