Ohmygosh ! You guys are soo awesome ! I went to the movies and when I came back I had over 15 emails, all from people reviewing or favoriting the story ! I was almost in tears. I did not think that I was good, but you guys told me otherwise. :) So thankyou thankyou thankyou. ! I always thought that when authors put that reviews inspire them, it was a joke, but it actually isn't. Soo thankyou for the inspiration for this chapter.

Okaay so I kinda confused a few of you with the fact that Max took Sam back the other 2 times. She did it because she thought that he was the one, and he would make up excuses and say that he loved her, and she would just believe him. I don't want to say that she was desperate, but she just felt special knowing that someone would say that they cared about her.

Alright soo here is the next chapter. Yeeah really early because you're reviews just made me want to write.

Oh bytheway, Iggy isn't blind. It's also like the week before school starts soo

So without further ado, here's chapter 2. ( eheh that rhymed)

Chatper 2.

Max Pov.

Friends. They can do the dumbest things. Especially while trying to cheer you up. Normal peoples friends would bring them chocolate, and flowers, and watch funny movies until the friend felt better. If only I was that lucky. Instead of being stuck with nice, normal friends, I was stuck with these retards. You want to know what they did to cheer me up? They dressed up as mushrooms. Then made me a butterfly. Then they took me to go paintballing. They thought it would be a good way for me to let out my anger. Ohyeah. Because it's so easy to let out anger in front of little 12 year old while dressed as a BUTTERFLY ! I really need new friends.

And you will never guess whose idea this was. If you thought Nudge, your wrong ! Fang . . . please. He's hiding in his emo corner right now. If you thought Iggy...well DING DING DING WE HAVE A WINNER ! I'm pretty sure he still hates me from when we were kids. He wants to torture me with his idiotic ideas and … well it's his mind. There aren't even words to describe how scary nd demented it would be in there. I mean that in the nicest of ways. Honest.

Anyways, now here I am, sitting on the couch, watching Dora the Explorer with Angel. I swear, she can control peoples minds ! She once convinced Fang to dress up. As a princess. Best day ever. He thinks that we deleted all the pictures... Well, hopefully he won't be looking at the top of under my bed. (A/N did that make sense ?) Pffffft. It's not like they're taped there or anything. Pfffffft.

So I'm watching Dora with Angel at the Jacobs's house while Iggy is at my house making dinner. Yeah, I know, confusing. Oh did I forget to mention that we are all like nieghbour-ishly people? Well, The Jacobs's live right next to us, then Nudge lives across the street and to the side one, then JJ next to her. Dylan, well, he's just a loner and lives on the next street. So like the back of his house, is to the back of Nudge's. Was that confusing? I hope not. Alright so I'm at Fang/Iggy/Angel/Gazzy's house while Iggy is at my house making food for both of our families. We usually eat together about once a week, and Iggy prefers to use our kitchen since it's bigger. Since Iggy likes to make bombs, Fang has to be over there watching him just incase. Trust me it wouldn't be the first time he almost blew up our kitchen.

You know what's sad? The fact that the 7 year old asked if she could braid my hair. She said that she wants to practice for 'beauty school'. At her age, all I knew that I wanted to do was be able to beat up Barney. This kid is going somewhere. So after a good 45 minutes of hair pulling, me complaining, and Angel telling me to stop complaining, I finally got to go and look at myself in the mirror to see how wonderful of a job Angel did. And HOLY *insert whatever word of your choice here*, she is amazing ! (A/N I suck at describing things, so this is what her hair looks like – http : / / www . runwaydaily . com / .a / - 800wi - just without the spaces. )

"Uhm, Angel? … How ? You made this," I said pointing to my hair, " look good for once !".

"Max, you're hair always looks good. Even right after you wake up, Medusa." She said with the cutest, most sincere voice I have ever heard. But once she got to that Medusa comment, she had lost her cuteness and just went to making fun of me. You see, I have problems sleeping. I'm supposed to go to the doctor about it but, that takes effort, that I'd rather not waste. When I do finally get to sleep, whenever I wake up, my hair is crazy. The one time that I accidentally let Fang and Iggy see, well, let's just say that I can't wake up without a single Medusa comment. Okay fine, maybe I'm exaggerating. I only get the comments like once a week now.

So I was just about to go off on a huge rant about how I'm not Medusa when Nudge walked in the room.

"Ohemgee ! Max ! I love love loooooove you're hair ! How'd you get it to look like that ? Are you like Hannah Montana where you have a secret identity, but yours is doing hair and hers is being Hannah Slutana. Seriously! Have you heard Miley Cyrus's song 'Cant' Be Tamed'. Well she obviously can't, since she wants to get a boob job. Like who would want to have plastic boobs ? Only sluts would. If there was a fight, who do you think would win : A prostitute or a slut ? I think a prostitute because they would be like flexible from …. Oh, hi Angel. Ahah. Oh I just made this conversation very awkwa-fdgfhs" WOW! That girl just doesn't stop !

"Nudge. I swear. If you ever compare me to Miley Cyrus again, I will rip out you're spine and beat you with it. Okay? Okay. Good."

"This converstation feels really one-sided. Like you didn't even give me the chance to answer your question." That is one of the shortest things that I have ever heard her say.

"Honey, that coming from you means absolutely nothing." I said while smirking at her.

"MAX ! That was just totally not an appropriate thing to say to my face. Like How Could YOU ? I am way to important to be spoken to like that ! Do you not know who I am ? Do you have any idea how old you sound calling me 'honey' ? Like you sound like my grandma." Nudge said in one of the snottiest voices I have ever heard.

With that, we fell to the ground laughing our heads off.

"Nu-nu-ge. Oh my God. That was freaking hilarious." I said while trying to catch my breath.

It turns out, while we were having our little laugh-fest, the rest of our groupie-ness came to see us. They looked quite amused at the sight of us on the floor, laughing our asses off with Angel just sitting on the couch watching us.

*Dinnertime*

"Max."

I ignored him.

"Max."

I kept ignoring him, but a smirk was growing on my face.

"Max."

Hmm…I wonder how long he'll go before he starts yelling.

"…"

Oh no he didn't.

"DUDE ! What the EFF ? You just flung potatoes in my hair ? Oh, I will get you back emo boy. Just you wait. You'll see. YOU'LL ALL SEE !" And with that I stood up, therefore knocking my chair over and attempting to walk out of the dining room. Key word : attempting. Right before I was about to leave, I stepped on a banana peel, and fell on my ass. I did not know that that actually happened. (A/N happened to me at school before. xD) I then turned around to see if anyone had noticed. As soon as I looked, the entire table burst out laughing. Iggy was laughing so hard that he actually fell out of his chair, which made everyone laugh even harder.

After we had all calmed down, my mom, Dr. Valencia Martinez (but everyone just calls her Val or mom) asked if everyone (between the ages of 16 and 18) wanted to sleep at here. They all said 'yes' of course.

"Ohemgee. An actual sleepover. We can paint each other's nails, play truth or dare, nad maybe even have a pillow fight !" Iggy said in the most preppy voice that you would ever think to hear.

Oh how I love my friends.

End on Chapter 2.

Soo What'd ya think ? I thought it was quite awesome. But that's just my opinion. I need yours too ! (: So the next chapter will be the Sleepover, and maybe some Fax, but Idunno.

R&R ?

~Mrs. Fangalicious.