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About three hours later, after our neighbors left, Nudge and I were laying on the floor literally dying of hunger. Okay, so not literally, but close enough.

"I need food!" She moaned.

"Hang in there, kid; the pizza guy should be here soon", I said, although my stomach was done with waiting.

"You said that, like, and hour ago!"

"Nudge, it's been five minutes", I rolled my eyes. "Let's just talk about something else, to take our minds off of waiting."

"Okaaaay, I see you changed clothes", Nudge said, looking me over. I looked at myself in, yes- no pajamas. I was wearing jeans and my blue short sleeve shirt. Simple. Comfortable. Just the way I like it. "But why aren't you wearing that tank top I bought you? It was really pretty and I know it fits you because I measured you in your sleep."

I looked at her and crossed my arms, "I feel so violated."

Nudge rolled her eyes. "You know how I love coffee and Ella hates it?" I nodded. "Well, we made a bet. If she doesn't like coffee by the time she's a senior in high school, I have to dye my hair purple. Though, I don't really mind because I love purple. Not as much as pink, but purple's still cool. Do you think I would look good with purple hair?"

"Nudge, you aren't dying your hair purple."

"Well, of course not. It's not like I'm going to lose", she said this like it was obvious.

"Okay, then. What will you get if you win?"

"Ella has to pierce her tongue", Nudge said smugly.

"Nudge! She is not piercing her tongue."

Nudge laughed. "A bet's a bet. We shook on it."

I knew for a fact that Ella and Nudge were both stubborn; not as stubborn as me, but still stubborn. Neither one would back down from this. Oh my God, if Mom found out about this she'd-

Just then, the doorbell interrupted my train of thought. Nudge flew up (not literally; Nudge can't fly) and darted to the door, but I was in the way so she ended up tripping over me. I let out a moan, but quickly recovered and ran for the door. I fumbled with the lock a few times, but finally swung the door open. The pizza dude just stood there holding those delicious looking pizza boxes in his arms. Nudge yanked them out of his hands as I threw the money at him and shut the door. I went into the kitchen where Nudge was prying the boxes open. Oh, God, they smelled sooo good! Right when Nudge and I each picked up a piece, someone yelled, "HOLD IT!" We looked behind us to see Mom with her hands up in a 'Stop' motion.

We blinked at her. She slowly said, "Drop. The. Pizza." We did what we were told, unwillingly might I add. "I know you're hungry, but we're not eating here anymore. Change of plans. We're heading on over to Hannah's house and eating the pizzas there."

I nodded. "Nudge, you grab these two boxes. I'll take these. Ella! We're leaving!" I shouted as I walked out the back door.

"I'll be over in a second, girls. I need to start the laundry real quick," Mom called out to us.

"What's going on? Where are we going?" asked Ella, who was following behind me on the wet grass.

Nudge answered, "To that lady, Hannah's, house. We're eating over there. Which one is it? Should we have brought Total? I mean, maybe they have a dog, too. Total could have a friend!"

"I think Mom said it's this one", I said, motioning with my head to the house right beside ours. "And I don't know if they have a dog, Nudge. Maybe." We arrived at their wooden front door. It was tall, almost like ours. Come to think of it, their house was about the same size as ours. "Ella, doorbell," I said. She pressed the doorbell and took a step back. You know those doorbells that play, like, a song? Well, these people had that exact doorbell. "Oh, dear lord," I said, rolling my eyes. Nudge and Ella laughed. The front door opened and there was Fang.

"Hey, Fang! We got pizza!" said Nudge as he moved out of the way to let us in.

"Where do you want these to go?" I asked him.

"Counter's fine," he said, pointing to the kitchen. Nudge opened the boxes and handed me a slice. I immediately took a bite and sighed in pleasure. Nudge more like moaned in pleasure. I swear, some random lady would think our parents were starving us by the way we tackled the slices. Ella, Nudge, and me were leaning on the counter enjoying our dinner. Fang had just picked up a slice, too. A few minutes later, Iggy came in.

"Do I smell... I think it is. Pizza!" He said happily. Ella picked up a piece and handed it to him. "Our Mom's on the phone. She should be done soon," he said as we all sat down at their dining room table. I was on my second slice by now.

We were all pretty much done eating by the time Mom came in. Iggy told her where Hannah was. She grabbed a couple of slices of pizza and made her way to Hannah's office.

"I read in some World Record book that this guy ate forty- eight pizza slices in, like, an hour", Ella said, picking at a piece of pepperoni.

"I would never eat pizza ever again", said Iggy, grimacing.

It sounded like Nudge was agreeing, but I couldn't tell because her mouth was full. I heard something along the lines of, "Mmmf geerrr wifff ternnn." After she swallowed, she asked, "Do you have a dog?"

Iggy shook his head. "We have a guinea pig."

Ella smiled and Nudge said, "Really? What's it's name?"

Fang answered, "Cupcake."

"Awwwww!" Nudge and Ella said together.

"Cupcake?" I questioned.

Iggy explained. "He's not really ours. There are these two little kids we babysit-"

"Angel and Gazzy," interrupted Fang.

"-and we take care of Cupcake for them," Iggy finished.

I nodded and Ella said, "Can we see him?"

"Sure," Iggy said. "Come on." He got up and they followed him down a hall. I put down the piece of pizza I was eating and looked up to see Fang staring at me. Oh. We were alone. Great. I drummed my fingers on the table, then took a breath. "So, what's school like here?"

Fang shrugged. "Boring. Annoying. Big."

"Do you play any sports?"

"Lacrosse."

"Your school has lacrosse?"

He nodded. "You play?"

"Oh, yeah, but I'm too violent so Nudge and Ella stopped playing with me. I think it was last summer when I broke Ella's wrist." Fang seemed surprised. Things got quiet and we sat there for like thirty seconds without talking. I sighed and looked at him. "Thumb wrestle?" I asked holding out my hand. What can I say? I'm big on competitions. He raised his eyebrows but took my hand. I felt a little jolt go through me at his touch, but I just ignored it the feeling. It was hard, though, because his hands were warm and calloused and comforting. Okay, Max! Back to the game. "One, two, three, four-"

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Counting off. Don't you do that?"

He shook his head.

"It's part of the thumb wrestle tradition. Just listen." I took a deep breath. "One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war. Five, six, seven, eight, this'll be a piece of cake. Nine, ten, let's begin." I tried to talk hold of his thumb, but he was too quick. He faked me out twice and almost got me, but I pulled away. After all, I was really good at this game. "Ella and I have been playing this since we could talk. There is no way you're going to win." He gave a tiny smile and rolled his eyes.

"And I've been playing this since I started babysitting Angel and Gazzy, who are, just so you know, absolute pros at this."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, I-"

"Ella! Oh my God!" Fang shouted, looking behind me.

I swung my head around, expecting to see Ella with a pierced tongue or something, but I saw nothing. "What the crap are-" I started, but then looked down at my thumb. It was being held down by Fang's thumb. My jaw dropped open. "You cheated."

"I win," he said smugly.

"I'm gonna hurt you," I warned and he chuckled. We were looking into each other's eyes, but then he looked down at our hands, which I just then noticed were still in thumb- wrestle position. I pulled my hand away and stood up. "I'm just going to go find-"

"Max!" yelled Mom. "Time to go!" I walked over to the front door, where she, Hannah, Iggy, Ella, and Nudge were all talking. Then I looked behind me to see Fang walking over to us. Nudge pulled me out the door while I was still looking at him.

"Good to see you all again!" Mom said.

"Hey, Fang?" I said as we were walking away. He looked at me.

"I want a rematch."

He just gave me look that said, "It doesn't matter. I'm going to win anyway."

Oh, we'll see.