A/N: Here it is, enjoy! :) And if you have any interesting 'bucket list' ideas feel free to tell me. Most of these are coming from me and my friends, but I doubt we're actually going to do any of them. And poor Fang with his pink hair :) Imma call him Senor Rainbow, but I can't take credit for the name, I read it somewhere, I just forgot who said it :/

~R&R~

Max's Pov

Fang hated the idea, but we made a pact (and aren't I glad we did?) so he had to do it. He kept grumbling incoherent things that sounds awful lot like curses. "Who came up with that one?" He demanded and I smothered a laugh.

I coughed, hiding my laugh, when he shot me a glare. I raised my hand in surrender and inspected the chicken scratch one more time before bursting into more laughter. "Y-y-you did, Fang!" He gaped at me and wretched the paper out of my hands, rereading the paper while looking at the road. His face visibly paled as he slowly recognized his old handwriting that resembles his today.

"Impossible…" He muttered to himself and stuffed the paper back in the box, grumbling mean names. I just rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh.

"So, do you know any hair salons?" He asked and I nodded, pointing to the place we had to turn. "This is going to be fun."

And it was.

The woman couldn't stop gaping at Fang when he asked to have his hair dyed a hot pink. "You sure?" She kept asking and he kept nodding, shooting me death glares anytime he could. For me, it was a bit simpler. The woman just gave me a look before sitting me down to begin the process. It was a long, boring process. The only interesting part was when Fang started muttering things and glaring at me. We had little glare contests (that I won) until they finished. Fang looked hilarious. Black looks good on him, but when you mix in his hot pink hair, he looks like a unicorn threw up on him.

I looked at him once before I started laughing, I was so close to rolling on the floor and laughing when I heard one of the ladies ask me, "Are you two dating?" That swallowed all of my laughter. All of it. Why must everyone assume we are dating?

I shook my head, "No, he's to idiotic for me." Fang rolled his eyes and messed with his hair, trying to make it look somewhat better than it did now.

"How long until this dye goes away?"

The woman looked startled and I laughed, "Fang, it's permanent dye." His mouth dropped to the floor and I laughed a little more.

"Per-per-permanent?" I nodded, smiling smugly.

"Don't worry sir, it will fade faster if you swim." I nodded, remembering CeCe from school. She was on the swim team but would always dye her hair. The dye would be gone at least a week after she got it done because of how often she swam.

He nodded and glared at me. "Let's go." After we paid we jumped back into the big RV and I took out the next one. I immediately noticed my handwriting and gulped.

"I'm scared," I muttered, eying the backside of the paper. Fang laughed and started making chicken noises. I rolled my eyes and whacked his arm. He just chuckled. I took a deep, dramatic breath before flipping it over.

"It says: Throw a dart at a map and go there." I rolled my eyes at my stupid, younger self. Of course I would write something like that.

Fang nodded, and I wondered if I said that out loud, "It's better than pink hair dye." So we made a mutual unspoken agreement to park and get out a world map.

Once it was pinned to one of the walls, Fang put his tie around my eyes and spun me three times. Then he stopped me and said, "Throw." I threw it and took off the tie when I heard it hit the wall. I walked over to the map and saw the dart just a few inches away from Las Vegas.

"A desert?" Fang asked and I smiled mischievously at him.

"Nope, not a desert. Vegas." Then I took out the dart and put it smack dab on Vegas. He gave me a look but shrugged, "Anything you say, malady." He bowed and I laughed, enjoying myself for the first time in forever.

We were driving everywhere, so I decided that we wouldn't go anywhere out of the country, he agreed, and we added it to our pact. If one came up that meant leaving this country then we'd have to put it aside with a little note saying that it went against our pact rules.

I fell asleep with the sun that night, happily resting after an easy day, but a hard week. I felt somewhat bad for making Fang do all the driving but I knew that he wouldn't trust me to drive unless I wasn't hungry or tired. So I happily obeyed his wishes.

Fang's Pov (Is going to be very rare because I'm trying to just show it from her point of view)

Max didn't argue with me when I told her I'd drive, but I saw in her eyes that she felt bad about making me drive. I just shrugged it off. I didn't want her to pity me or care for me. I wanted her to see me but not think of me. I couldn't hurt myself like that again. Max is a dangerous girl. She's like a fire, pretty and exotic, but if you get too close to the flames she'll burn you. I ran a hand through my hair and I turned to look at her, for just a second. She looked so peaceful, leaning against the door side, with her eyes closed and body relaxed. Unlike when I saw her crying on the curb, all angry and mad with puffy eyes and a running nose. I don't know why I stopped, I didn't even recognize her at the time. But when she looked up I knew it was her, I was surprised she remembered me. I didn't think that she would. We may have been best friends, but I guess I just thought that she gave up on our friendship just like I had. It was so long ago, that night, but I remember it as if it were still happening now. Thank god it wasn't.

That night was the night everything Max and I ever shared broke, shattered into such tiny pieces that it could never be fixed again. I'm surprised she even let me in on this little journey. I'm kind of glad she did, it gives me the chance that I never really had. I messed up a long time ago and I've been waiting to fix it. Maybe dying my hair wasn't the best opportunity, but seeing her laugh again was amazing. When I first saw her after all those years, it was hard to even see her with all that stress around her. Her spirit was so dull and boring that I thought it wasn't her. She wouldn't even talk to me, she wouldn't smile or scowl or anything. The fire that once burned in her eyes was gone and that scared me. It made me loose most of my hope. But then I saw her in the attic, smiling wickedly at the box in front of her. The box that we started at the age of five. Amazing huh? I don't remember many of the things in there but I know that most of them are pretty…crazy. Things that a non-crazy adult wouldn't do. I mean, what were we thinking? What was I thinking? I mussed my no pink hair and growled under my breath. Why in the sane-heck would my five-year-old-self want bright pink hair? I would never tell Max this, but she didn't look half bad with pink hair. Sure a little weird after knowing her only with golden brown hair with sun streaks, but it didn't look that bad. They trimmed her hair a little so it matched her face better. They gave her somewhat side-swept bangs that mixed into her normal hair, but it looked good, the way it framed her face. I shook my head a little, no, I couldn't think about her, I was dating someone. I might want to marry her, but then when I compared her to Max I realized just how much I would've hated her in high-school. In fact, I did hate her in high school. She ruined Max's life, and I stood by and watched.

After an hour or two my eyelids started drooping and more than once I almost drove into the lane next to me. Various honks and the rumble of the bumps underneath me shook me awake. It happened again only this time Max woke up with me. She glared at me and demanded, "WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?"

I winced a little and shrugged, "You looked tired."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Pull over, I'm driving." I didn't bother trying to argue, that was her no-is-not-an-option voice and the determination in her eyes told me that she could sit there all night and day until I agreed. I found a place on the side of the road, signaled, and pulled over. Max got out and I slid over to her seat. She got in and slammed the door.

"Don't kill us," I muttered seconds before falling asleep. But before I did I heard her say something that sounded like 'you're an idiot' but I was already asleep and didn't feel like arguing with her.

Max's Pov

I felt bad because I was actually awake every time he slid into the other lane, but I was waiting for him to drop his pride and 'wake me up' from my sleep. But he never would! So I took matters into my hands and woke up, demanding him to let me take the wheel. I was secretly relieved that he didn't put up a fight and just let me take over. Just before he fell asleep I said, "You're such and idiot." But I don't think he heard because he didn't argue, or maybe he did and he just agreed. Yeah, I think it's the latter.

I drove for a while and soon the cars around us started disappearing until it was just our giant RV on the long stretch of desert leading to Vegas. Every now and then a car would zoom past us and then we'd be alone again.

Fang woke up at around twelve, "GOOD MORNING SLEEPING BEAUTY!" I yelled loudly, leaning toward him so that it was louder. He glared at me and I laughed at his pink hair.

"I can't take you seriously with pink hair, Fang, you're glares are nothing now! NOTHING!" I yelled, feeling somewhat drunk off of no-energy. You know when you're really tired you suddenly get a whole bunch of energy and then when you lay down the fatigue suddenly hits you?

He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes widened when he saw the time, "Now why didn't you wake me up?" It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Tell me, Fang, how much sleep do you get?" He opened his mouth ready to fight me but I knew that he didn't get much. I may not be that observant but I noticed the bags under his eyes. He glared at me and looked out the window.

I laughed and shook me head, "That's why I didn't wake you up." We were silent for a bit, and the silence was choking me. I needed to do something, I needed to occupy my brain. It kept going back to that night.

Fang and I have been best friends since we were born. We weren't born on the same day, I was born a month after Fang, but that didn't matter unless we were in an argument. We seem to be arguing more often nowadays and I was beginning to think that we were never meant to be friends. Yes, I do believe in fate, kind of, sort of.

Today was my birthday and I was alone in my big house, my parents were out, no longer in the birthday mood, and the servants knew to leave me alone. Why? I don't know, servant rules possibly. I just wanted someone there to celebrate with me. I knew that Fang forgot again, most likely spending his night with Lissa Bark, the school bitch. But that's just who he is now. He became captain of the football team and never had any time for me anymore. But I'm over it. I guess, I saw this coming. Our friendship only happened because our parents were friends and we were neighbors that led to many dinners and many play-dates. I just wished that he would say 'happy birthday' sober or on my actual birthday now.

I was sitting on one of the counter stools, making patterns with my finger on the swirly granite counter. The doorbell rang and I sighed, did I want to see him now? Was it even him? Why would I care if it was him? Truth is I've had a crush on him for a while, but he kept breaking my heart. So I got over him. I got up, telling the servants that I got it. I opened the door to see a very drunk Fang. He had bloodshot eyes and couldn't even support his body on his feet. He was leaning on the doorframe, stumbling on his feet as he pushed past me.

"Maaaax, haapppy birrrthdayyy!" He dragged out each word and I grit my teeth. I hated drunk people and somewhat feared them now, after what happened.

"You're drunk," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest and closing the door a little, the cold breeze bit my skin like a bee-sting. Maybe it was trying to tell me to get out of there because it knew that something bad was about to happen.

He frowned at me, "You're no fun." I glared at him, but he just laughed, poking my nose lightly.

"Get out of here." He gave me a look that I couldn't read, but then again I didn't know my old friend anymore, he's gone and he left a stranger in his place. He was the exact person he promised he would never become.

"But Max…" I shook my head, pointing to the door, "Out." I waited for him to sigh and push past me, but he never did. What happened next severed any ties leading me to him and leading him to me. He grabbed me wrists and roughly pulled me closer to him. His breath stunk like alcohol and fear stabbed through me.

"You missed the party," He hissed and I tried to pull away from him. But his grip just tightened, I'd have bruises there tomorrow. My heart dropped as he dragged me into the kitchen. I looked at the clock, 11:50 p.m., the servants were most likely gone by now. They came early and left late, I felt kind of bad for them.

He shoved me onto one of the counter seats and moved to the other side, the cooking side. He gave me an evil smile and said, "So what do you want for your birthday dinner?" I opened my mouth ready to tell him to leave, that it was eleven and that I had already ate but he beat me to it, "How about some chicken?" I eyed the knife that was now in his hands sloppily chopping the vegetables he laid out. I swallowed a little, wasn't there like a rule stating to never let a drunk person hold a knife? Or maybe that's just common sense. "Fang…" I said hesitantly, he looked up for a second and I said, "Err. Could you…put the knife down…?" I scooted backward a little when he raised it. I knew it was a drunk accident, but it still hurt like hell, mentally and physically. He slammed the knife down, tip first onto the counter where my arm was. I moved it away in time, but it still sliced through my wrist. I let out a startled cry and wrapped my left hand around it, trying to stop the blood flow. But he didn't do anything, he didn't apologize, his eyes got wide and he stumbled backward. Then he laughed. It was hysterical but it made me loose my focus. I was trying to stop the bleeding and he was laughing? Some friend. I wrapped the nearest dishtowel around my wrist, and (somewhat) securely tied it. I glared at him, hiding my real fear. We were in a kitchen full of deadly objects and no one could hear me in this big house. I swallowed that fear like a pill and shoved him toward the door. I was glad when he found himself laughing out of mu house and waltzing around the street. I slammed the door closed and locked it. I felt the first few tears prick my eyes and I forced myself not to cry. The pain wasn't that bad but what he did was worse. I leaned against the door and slid to the bottom. My mom found my crying with a bloody dishrag on my arm. She didn't call the police, which surprised me, but she did patch up my arm. She might have been an airhead but she did have some doctor's experience. I didn't tell her what happened and too this day dad doesn't even know that happened. Mom had just come home because she was tired and the heels were hurting her. And that was the day Nicholas Griffiths became my biggest enemy. I only called him Nick or Nicholas because only his friends called him Fang and I didn't want to be any of them. I doubt he even remembers that night because the next day he came over (sober) and said happy birthday like we were still friends. I slapped him and shoved him out. He looked confused and that made me madder. What kind of idiot forgets that he accidentally cut one of his best friends? I guess he did.

I lightly fingered the white scar on my right wrist. Fang was in the middle of the RV making breakfast and I suddenly realized how much I didn't trust him with cooking utensils. I shifted uncomfortably and tapped my fingers on the wheel. I shouldn't have asked him to come. That was a mistake, but it's not like any of the papers say get so drunk that you can't remember your own name, right? Possibly. "Fang, come switch with me," I said and soon he appeared, I gripped the wheel with one hand until he got it and quickly scooted to the next seat. He instantly replaced his foot on the gas pedal.

"How much further?" He asked and I looked at the GPS.

"Says about a few more miles until we arrive." He shrugged and I went to the little kitchen that was there. "So much for making breakfast," I muttered as I noticed that nothing had been moved.

I sat back down next to him and turned on the radio. Katy Perry's Part of Me started playing and I mentally laughed. What a coincidence? I tapped my fingers to the beat of the song until it ended suddenly. "HEY!" I shouted and swatted Fang's hand away from the buttons.

"I hate her," He muttered, scrunching his nose in disgust, "And what adult listens to her?"

I rolled my eyes, "Obviously me, and I like that song." I changed it back only to find that it ended during our little war. I glared at him, as if it was his fault the song ended while we were fighting, and it kind of was. Some song came on, it had a good beat but I hated how they repeated things just to fill in the blanks. I think it was called Glad You Came, they kept repeating that over and over again so I'm just guessing.

We were in Vegas in a couple of minutes and I was awed by how bright it was during the day. "Okay, so we made it to Vegas, what's the next one-"

"Are you kidding me?" I asked incredulously, "We're in Vegas and you want to leave?" I rolled my eyes, what happened to the drinking, partying Nicholas I knew? "No, we're staying for at least one night." He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

"It is your adventure." I laughed and nodded, "That it is, young one that it is." We found an exotic hotel that Fang disagreed to so of course, we chose that one!

He wouldn't stop glaring at me as we signed in. I was just glad that the man wasn't giving us weird looks because of our hair. "Yes, guess its your lucky day! But there is some bad news." I let out a breath and said, "Shoot."

"There is one suite available," I nodded, that didn't seem bad until I realized what he said. One suite, I'd have to share a room with that jerk? But I wasn't about to let Fang choose one so I shrugged, "We'll take it." Fang looked shocked but the man behind the counter just smiled happily and checked us in.

"Really?" Fang asked as we walked away from the counter and into the elevator.

"Yep, looks like you're taking the couch Fangles!" He glared at me and I just laughed, "This is my adventure, is it not?" His glared hardened and he crossed his arms, a very girly gesture with pink hair. I just had to laugh.

The room was HUGE! It had seemed to be two rooms. When you walked in you first saw how shiny and blue everything was, then you'd see the kitchen near the back and the living room near the door. Then you'd see the two doors on the side. I went to the bigger one and saw it opened to a dark purple room, Fang opened his door and opened it to a bright fuchsia. I laughed, "I call this room!" He turned and gave me a look, I just smiled innocently, "You make it look like I planned this!" He just shook his head, "Wake me up when you're going to do something!" He called before closing and locking his door. I did the same but instead I took a nice hot shower. The water had a bunch of different setting, so I chose the 'soft waterfall' and it lightly pounded on my tense skin. It felt nice and I have never felt so relaxed. I got out and wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around my body as I went to my room. I looked at the clock, it was around six and the sun was already going down, I wanted to go to the casino's check everything out but Fangles most likely won't let me.

I sighed and remembered the pact, okay maybe this won't be included but I guess I kind of wanted him there. His presence was a lot more comforting than it should've been. I opened the luggage that I brought inside the hotel and decided on a sparkly blue top that had a see-through dark blue lace back, a pair of black short-shorts, and to top it all off a pair of blue pumps that my mom got me for my birthday. Yes, I have to admit that I may be a tom-boy but every girl has a girl in her. Every once in a while I like to dress up and my mom still holds onto the fact that I am a girl, so she buys be a bunch of girly stuff that I'll probably wear once before giving it away to one of my friends or to Goodwill. I applied a little bit of make-up that my closest friend after Fang, Nudge bought me for my twentieth birthday. That was the year before she moved away, I haven't seen her since.

I put on some eyeliner, mascara, and a little lip-gloss, more than my usual but hey, I was on an adventure to change my life. So might as well start changing. When I was done, I banged on Fang's door. "FANGLES! WAKEY, WAKEY!" I yelled and I heard a soft thump and realized I must've scared him. I held back a laugh as a tired Fang opened the door. He was freaking shirtless. I tried not to notice his six pack as I told him that we were going to explore once he was ready, "So go put on a shirt," I said and shoved by his chest into his room. He chuckled a little and closed his door.

We were downstairs in a few minutes. I refused to drink, and thankfully Fang didn't drink either. I don't think I would've let him into the room if he had any kind of alcohol in him, even if it was only a drop. Let me tell you how much I know about casinos and gambling, close to nothing. So when he stopped at some table, I just did what all the other girl's did, they cheered for the person they were with. A cup was put in my hand and because I was distracted, I downed it without another thought about it.

Within an hour the world was spinning. We found ourselves in the hotel club and Fang was saying something that I couldn't hear over the music. I felt weird and the world was tilting. How much had I drunk? Did I even drink anything? No, right? Now I'm not too sure. I felt someone grab my wrist and drag me out of there. I was giggling like Lissa used to all the time. I saw the back of Fang's head as he dragged me through the halls, grumbling something incoherent under his breath. In the elevator, he still wouldn't let go of my wrist and my bruised wrists flashed through me head. I choked back a scream and weakly yanked back my hands.

"Let me go," I whined like a little kid and Fang chuckled but listened. I stumbled through the halls to our room and suddenly wished that he was still holding my wrists, because he kept me stable. Inside the room I flopped face first onto the couch and groaned. The world wouldn't quit spinning and I knew that I was going to have a killer head ache in the morning. Fang wouldn't quit laughing so I did the most reasonable thing that anyone would've done, I threw the remote at him. I closed my tired eyes, Fang's laughter fading into the darkness.

The next day I woke up in my bed with my shoes off but I was still in the same outfit as before. I looked at the time and almost screamed, "3:00!" And not in the morning. The curtains were closed, leaving the room pretty dark, which I was glad for until Fang had to walk in letting all that horrid light in. I growled a little and flopped back onto the bed, throwing the covers over my burning eyes.

"Come on sleeping beauty time to get going!" And then the covers were being pulled off me.

"THE LIGHT!" I yelled grabbing at the receding blankets.

Fang laughed, throwing them onto the floor as I glared at him. "Come on get changed, we're leaving, onto the next thing!" he called, leaving the room with the blankets.

"CURSE YOU FANG!" I yelled, but listened only because I was getting cold without the blankets and I was really excited, minus the killer headache I had right now.

I was in a pair of skinny jeans (something I haven't worn since the end of High school) and a band tee. I was surprised that I still fit in this stuff, but I didn't mind. Fang was in a black shirt (shocker) and some dark jeans.

Fang insisted on driving because I "most likely had a pounding head ache and couldn't focus on anything for more than two seconds", his words, not mine.

"What's next on the list?" Fang asked as we were roaming the streets of Vegas. I opened the box and took out a crumpled post-it.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, "Fang you come up with the worst ones," I said and he looked scared.

"What'd I write?" He asked, looking too scared to hear.

I bit back a laugh and read, "Sneak into a very known celebrities wedding."

A/N: Oh, oh Fang, always been a bit crazy :) anyway, R&R hope you're enjoying the story so far, this one is somewhat of a filler because in the other i didn't really explain their situation. The next one should be interesting. I must add now that in the next one the two celebrities I choose are most likely NOT getting married, it is all just a bunch of fiction!

Dream Beyond Infinity

"The worst mistake anyone can make is being too afraid to make one."