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Okay, I'll admit, I have no idea where this story is going, so bare with me here. Have any suggestions you might want me to use, tell me, and I'll use it if it's do-able. Writing in Angel's POV was fun, so I'll continue it here. I'm changing the rating here on out. 'T' because I'm a bit paranoid. And the title changed a bit too, so don't be confused. Here's the next chappie, hope you like.
Disclaimer- JP owns all of Fang. No that's not weird at all. …And he owns everyone else too. : )
Chapter 2
Dirty Little Secret
Angel POV-
All yesterday Max and Fang were acting really strange, keeping their minds constantly blocked, not that I was easedropping or anything.
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The clothing idea just might work, and it wouldn't hurt to try, but we really needed an expert on the topic. We really didn't know anyone at all, maybe Ella but we were too far away, so I went on the 'Victoria's secret' website. 'Victoria' should be able to help us.
Earlier in the day I nicked Max's unlimited Max Ride card. We weren't going anywhere in the near future (I would know, I read her mind for goodness sake) so she shouldn't notice it was missing….let's hope.
And Max's birthday was coming up, so wouldn't this be something of a present? What a nice little sister I am. Caring for my big sister like that. I think I should get an award after this is all done.
I had Nudge find all the information on her sizes, and once I got the information I started on my quest for 'clothing.'… I guess it was considered clothing.
After what seemed like hours, I found the perfect comfy sleep clothes, along with some other things (*snicker*), and some new underwear (Max will hate me for this, but then I'd give her innocent bambi eyes, and she would forgive me) Told you I was evil. : )
The really low-cut tank-top, only covered maybe 10% of her belly, and it was so pretty and black (see I care about Fang's preference too.) It had lace ALL OVER IT. Gosh know Max hates lace. And I saw on this movie, that you don't wear black clothes like that unless you want someone to see it…
The shirt came with really, really short 'booty shorts'. On the butt it said 'bite me', which she seems to be saying more and more frequently these days…Oh and the shorts had little pink ribbons on either side of it. It was amazingly cute, I had to show the boys and Nudge what I picked out. I made an announcement via their minds.
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They all filed into my bedroom, and crammed onto my little pink bunkbed. And stared at the screen. Nudge gasped.
"Ohmygoshh, Angel that is totally a-dor-a-ble," she squealed looking pronouncing every syllable. You know Max will totally hate it though right?"
Of course I knew, unless I said it was from a secret admirer…..
Wait that was perfect, have a secret admirer have sent it to her. That would send Fang off his rocker. But first we needed to go somewhere and find a guy who 'could have sent it'. It would just be too obvious if the package just arrived willy-nilly, from someone, as we don't talk to normal people often.
Nudge was now whispering the description to Iggy, who smiled with evil delight.
"Eww I didn't need to see that, gross." Gazzy said in horror. Shielding his eyes from the model. Although in his mind he wanted to look at it again. HA! Boys are so weird.
"Why is it even called Victoria's Secret? What's her secret?" Nudge inquired.
"She's really a man." Iggy whispered matter-of-factly. Uh, eww much?!
*pause*
"Now I'm scarred, thanks Ig." And with that Gazzy walked out of the room. We all suffered fits of laughter.
When I recovered I clicked 'check out'.
'Happy Birthday Max.' I smiled deviously, and shut down my pink laptop.
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Thanks so much for the reviews, I wasn't expecting them. It was really nice you guys. I hope you liked this chapter. Thank you starsandwings4ever for being my first ever reviewer. You rock but everyone really made my day. Sorry this chapter was shorter than my last. Hope it was okay. *weak smile*
Oh and I didn't forget about Max and Fang and what happened yesterday. Next chapter you find out what Fang wanted to talk to Max about…let's hope.
