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Sparks Fly, Then They Burn

Chapter Two

Recap:

I shook my head. "You're such a player," I muttered.

Fang raised his eyebrows. "What?" he asked, seeming shocked. I looked up at him, and he was just bewildered. "Don't you know who I am?"

I stared at him for a moment before saying, "America's National Man-Whore?"

He was looking seriously pissed after I said that. He opened his mouth to let out his fury, when someone said, "Good morning, sunshine!" We both looked up to see some guy with pale blond hair and peace-shades on, smiling wide; and wearing bell bottoms and a psychedelic silk shirt.

I stared at the guy standing there. He looked like a total hippie, and was grinning like an idiot. Or is it grinning like a fool? Eh. I don't really care. There's a lot of words for a moment like this, and that's what I'm using.

He looked at me, tilting down his hippe, peace sign sunglasses. "Who's the chick?" he asked, still staring at me. He looked me up and down, then looked at Fang. "Don't tell me you have a secret fetish for maids now!"

Fang gave him a look. "She's a real maid, idiot," he replied, standing up. He looked the hippie over, and a smirk appeared on Fang's face. "You got the part, didn't you?"

The hippie nodded in a mellow way. "You bet, brothah!" he said, pounding his fist against his fist twice, then bringing a peace sign up to his mouth, kissing it. In case your confused, I mean peace sign as in the hold two fingers up, and not, like, the circle with all the lines... Am I over explaining things?

"Congrats, Iggy," Fang replied, patting him on the back in that guy way. Hard, yet playful. I stared at them, and then got back to work, silently, hoping they wouldn't pay any attention or talk to me.

But I wasn't that lucky. "So what's your name, little sunflower?" Iggy asked, looking at me. What is up with their names? I mean, Fang and Iggy? Was their mother on crack when she named them? Oh, she was probably on crack through-out her whole pregnancy, considering the way that they act.

"Max," I replied quickly, as to not encourage them to keep talking to me.

Iggy nodded slowly, as if letting this sink in. "Max," he said, stretching it out like it was ten sylibles. "I can just picture you, by my side, wearing a flowy gown and exploring the world with me, letting nature guide us." He stared at the wall. For a moment, I wondered whether or not I should run out of the room screaming.

"Are you high?" Fang asked flatly, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, then walked out the the connected kitchen, grabbing out a can of Monster.

"I'm practicing my lines, foo'!" Iggy shouted, no longer seeming hippie. He took of his glasses, throwing them onto the couch, and then sat next to them. He crossed his arms.

Fang looked exasperated, handing Iggy a can of Monster, like his. Fang had green, Iggy, blue. "Don't have a fit, Ig," Fang said coolly, although he looked annoyed. Fang looked at me. "Are you gonna be finished soon?"

"Nope," I replied, popping the p. "Considering that you probably had a hundred person orgy in here last night, I won't be finished for a while."

Iggy looked at me, then at Fang. "Why did no one invite me?"

Fang hit him over the head just as I left the room. I hate Fang already. Iggy is okay, I guess, maybe a little on the... odd side. And what did Fang mean when he was all, 'you got the part,' anyways? Maybe a commercial for all-organic granola bars?

So I cleaned while Iggy and Fang just watched TV and talked and things like that. Well, Iggy did most of the talking, and Fang was kinda silent.

"Hey, Maaaaaaaaax?"

I walked out into the living room, only to find Iggy looking at me with big, innocent eyes. "Would you happen to know how much the pay-per-view adult entertainment on here costs?"

I stared at him.

Fang sighed, and hit Iggy's shoulder. "Ignore him," he told me. He waved his hand, like he was the king and I was some servant. "Go work."

I tried to hurry and finish, doing everything but the living room, to avoid them. But, I knew that I'd get done sooner or later, and that I'd have to do it sometime. Unfortunately, I'm a good, fast worker, so that was sooner.

"Get your feet off the floor," I ordered, needing to spray some spot shot into the white carpet in order to get out the stains that were in there. Iggy immediately obeyed, and that's when my Like-O-Meter for him went higher.

Fang, on the other hand, had to be an ass. "No."

I shrugged, not wanting to argue with him. I just took out the spray, and put it on some of the stains... and then I might've accidentally on purpose sprayed some on his socks.

"What the fuck-"

"No cussing in front of the lady!" Iggy scolded him. He looked to me, shaking his head. "I apologize for him. He never was the gentlest man."

Fang glared at me as he pulled his feet up off the carpet. He didn't take his eyes off me the rest of the time I was there, actually. He gave me his evil death glare the whole time that I scrubbed the floor. So I decided to talk to Iggy.

"So why doesn't Mr. Grumpy Emo have anywhere to be?" I asked.

Iggy shrugged. "I guess he has today off or something. I came over here to practice lines, but, obviously, he isn't in the mood." He hit Fang on the shoulder. "Isn't that right, Fangy-pop? You're always in the mood for a girl though. Why not for me? I'm your brother! I feel so underappreciated!" Fang just rolled his eyes and layed his head back.

"You guys are brothers?" I was sort of shocked by this; Iggy has pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and pale blond hair. And a happy attitude. To where Fang has black hair, onyx eyes so black that you can't tell the iris from the pupil, tan skin, and the personality of a donkey.

Just so you get that joke, he's like, an ass...?

Ah, I probably just ruined it.

Iggy smiled widely and messed up Fang's hair. "Yup. We're fraternal twins, me and the Fangster." He thought a minute. "Fangarang. Fangy-poo. Fangaroo. Fa-"

"Enough," Fang groaned, obviously annoyed.

I shook my head, surpressing a laugh, as I finished getting the suds out of the carpet. The room was clean, and it only took me... a couple hours. Man, I wished I would've had Rose here to help.

"Be sure not to get any dirt on this floor while it's wet," I told them as I stood up, my knees now wet. "Otherwise I'll have to scrub it again. And I'll be here for a long while. Reciting stories from my tortured childhood."

"Yay!" Iggy beamed.

I rolled my eyes. "Bye, Iggy," I said, ignoring Fang, who looked like he fell asleep.

I noticed he wasn't asleep when he sighed as Iggy said, "Latah, playah, who looks like my friend Maya!"

"Maya who?"

"Maya Martinez, one of the most awesome people in da world!"

I looked at him for a moment before saying, "Maya's my sister."

"Why have we never met?" Iggy asked. "I mean, I tell her to bring friends to parties and stuff."

I looked at the floor. "Well, we're not exactly the best of friends," I muttered as I walked out of the room. Maya, Ella (my other sister), and I all used to be really close; but Maya ruined all of that. "Bye, Iggy, hope I see you around. Not that I can say the same for Fang."

I shut the door on my way out, and went to the elevator. Wow. I haven't thought of Maya in a long time; now that she's made it big and all. It all went to her head. She's one of the main reasons I don't stay 'in the loop' with celebrities and all that. I'd like to avoid her as much as possible.

After returning the cart back downstairs, I punched out my time card and grabbed my coat, getting ready to walk home. Unfortunately, I ran into somebody on my way out.

Dylan stood there in the door way, going out just as I was. He smiled at me, and I attempted a smile back. It didn't work out too well.

"Hey, Max," he said, all smiles.

"Hi, Dylan," I mumbled. "Excuse me, I have to get home. Nudge is probably waiting for me..." Nudge is one of my best friends. Her real name's Monique, but everyone who knows her calls her Nudge. I tried to push past him, but he blocked me."

"Let me give you a ride home," he suggested, looking hopeful. This guy does not know how to take a hint. I've broken his heart a thousand times, and, yet, he still tries. Tries what? Tries to get me to go out with him, but I won't. I'm just not into a guy like Dylan. All-American, clean cut, nice.

I shook my head. "No thanks, Dylan. It's a nice day out. I'd just like to walk."

"C'mon, Max. Please?" He's so persistant. I hate it.

"No."

He frowned, but moved out of my way. "Okay, maybe another time?"

I didn't answer, just pushed past him and out into the street. It was a cloudy summer day, and it wasn't hot nor cold; it was perfect. I had the urge to slip of my jacket, but this maid outfit is embarressing as hell.

My apartment, which I share Nudge, isn't that far away from the hotel, so I just walk to and from work. On the way, I'd usually pick up a hot dog from a vendor (which is one of the things I love about New York), but, today, Nudge is trying out one of the recipes from her cooking class.

That'll be fun.

Not that I discourage her from cooking; one time, I almost burnt the whole building down trying to make toast. But it's not like I care if it's a big, fancy meal or not. I just like good meals that fill you up. Not that anything could ever fill me up; I swear, I'm hungry every fifteen minutes. My metabolism burns calories as fast as Nudge talks! You'll see what I mean soon.

As soon as I got up to my crummy little one bedroom apartment, Nudge started talking. "Hey, Max, how was your day? Mine was awesome! I took Gazzy and Angel to the museum, and then to the park, and we had a blast all day! Tomorrow we'll probably go to the waterpark and-"

I blocked her out, nodding and saying, "Mhm," everyonce and a while. For a summer job, Nudge babysits these two kids. One is Zephyr, nicknamed 'the Gasman' for reasons you don't wanna know, and then Angel. She's the sweetest little thing, although she can be pretty devilish sometimes. I usually go with Nudge and them on my days off, because there's nothing else to do.

"So what did you do today?"

I looked at Nudge, her dark hair a tangled mess but her chocolate colored skin glistening (I swear, she has the best skin anyone can have), and shrugged. "This one total dick had a party in the Presidental Suite, and I had to clean it all up. It was a total mess. Him and his brother were there the whole time I was cleaning, too."

Nudge sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Ouch. Who was it?"

"This one guy named Fang and his brother Iggy."

Nudge almost fell out of her seat.

"What?" she looked shocked, and stared at me. She crawled over the table at which she was sitting, and slammed onto me on the couch. "Fang? Fang Ride?"

I blinked. "How the hell should I know his last name?"

"It doesn't matter! There's only one Fang in America! He was tall, right? Tan skin, deep, dark eyes that you could just swim in?" She sounded all dreamy, like that Lissa girl did.

I stared at her.

"It's Fang, it's Fang!" She jumped up and down, giddy. "I can't believe it!"

"What's the big deal?" I yelled, trying to get some answers.

She was practically vibrating with excitment. "He's only the hottest, dreamiest, most mysterious movie star ever!"