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In my other story, The Future is a Strange Place, Fang left because.......dun dun dun............

He went out in a quest with Charlie the Unicorn to find the Magical Boysenberries at Candy Mountain.

Fang: No I didn't! I know why I really left, but I'm not telling you.

Me: Yes he did. Fang loves boysenberries, as you will find out in this chapter.

Fang: Yeah well.....I may love boysenberries but I didn't go looking for some with Charlie the Unicorn at Candy Mountain.

Me: Keep telling yourself that.

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Max POV

The Flock and I are at Walmart, the most amazing store ever. The house was running low on simple things, such as toilet paper, so we decided it was time to do a little shopping. We were at a super Walmart, so they sold food here too! We split off as couples, basically, except for the kids. Aiden, Evan, the twins, and Shiloh all were a group and probably destroying the toy section. I told them not to buy too much since Christmas was right around the corner and Santa would be bringing them things. Ev just glared at me, and Jamie, Char and Shy had glints in their eyes. At least they still believed....But Aiden just looked confused.

"Who's Santa?"

"Santa is this awesome guy who brings toys to good dudes and dudettes," Charlotte answered.

"Have I been good?" He asked me.

"Of course! You're bound to get something from him. Just remember to make a list so we can send it to him and he'll know what you want,"

"Okay! Let's go!" He grabbed Jamie and Char's arms and ran off. I turned back to Fang.

"Where should we go first?"

"Uh, food," he said, taking my hand and walking in that direction.

We got all sorts of food. About 10 loaves of bread, 8 Family sized bags of chips, large numbers of juice and milk, fruit, veggies, snacks... But then I saw Fang pick up a plastic bag and load it with boysenberries.

"Fang?"

"Hm?"

"You like....boysenberries?"

"Uh, yeah,"

"O.......kay........"

"What?"

"Nothing,"

I've known Fang my entire life, and never did I know that he even liked boysenberries. I didn't even know they sold at Walmart! Sometimes with Fang, it's better to let things go. Pick your battles. I'll tease him about it later. We continued shopping, picking up random things for the house, including an orange lava lamp that I picked up. No, it wasn't necessary, but I like it! And it'll probably annoy Fang because it's not black. Pretty soon we catch up with Iggy and Ella and their cart that's practically overflowing with stuff. Like ours.

"I just hope Nudge and Ryan didn't fill a cart like we did. We might go broke," I teased.

"Oh whatever. That house is practically empty! It's winter. We need to get all the things we might need for the holidays," Ella said.

Angel came up next to me saying,

"Uh, Max? Fang? You might want to come with me...."

"What's wrong?"
"It seems that Evan and another normal boy have gotten into a disagreement...."

She didn't have to say anything more. I glanced at Fang then shot off toward the toy section. When I reached the third isle, I saw Evan repeatedly punching a young boy in the nose.

"EVAN RIDE WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I yelled. He didn't stop punching the boy, so I walked over to him and grabbed him by the back of his collar. He started coughing from the shirt choking him, so I loosened up my grip. There was blood on his fist and around the boy. His nose looked like it was broken in multiple places and his whole mouth was swollen. I bent down to him.

"Are you okay?" I stupidly asked.

"N-No," He choked out, spitting blood.

"Oh shit. Evan what did you do?!" He was glaring at me as I spoke to him. But he didn't answer me.

"Evan!" I yelled through clenched teeth.

"He goes to my school," He said tightly.

"Your point?"

"He hurt Juay,"

"No! I didn't! I swear!"

"I saw you! Dickhead! I couldn't get you in school, so I got you now,"

"Excuse me, what is the meaning of this?" Asked a business looking man. Apparently the manager.

"Ah...my nose," cried the boy.

"Um, you see Mister...." I looked at his name tag. " Callahan, this young man here ran into the top shelf. We're only here to help him." I lied.

"No I--" I kicked him softly before he could finish his sentence. If he did, we'd be in serious trouble.

"Then why does that young man have blood on his hands?" He asked, looking at Ev.

"He was trying to put pressure on his nose to stop the bleeding."

He paused for a second. Searching my eyes for any signs of lying. Little does he know that I'm skilled in the art of the "Lie". I've been doing it for years! I have to be the Guru of Lying.

"Very well then. I'll send someone to clean this up."

"Thank you," I crouched down back to the boy. "Listen here, I don't know what you did to Julianna but it's very rude to put your hands on a girl. Go to the bathroom and clean up your face. How much do you want to pretend this never happened?"

"Um, twenty bucks?" That's it?! I would have said something witty, like, "How ever much you have in your wallet," or "A million," Something like that. Whatever! Saves my pocket. I took out a twenty from my bag and gave it to him. He got up and ran to the bathroom, his hand in front of his nose. I turned and gave Evan a stern look.

"I know, I know, I can't go punching people just because they hurt Juay."

"Yes."

"Am I in trouble?"

"Nah, I don't think so."

"Really? Why?"

"Because if he did hurt Juay then he deserves what he got."

"Oh. Thanks, Mom!" He ran and gave me a hug.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go before you punch someone else."

We met back up with the rest of the Flock at the front. They mostly had snacks and new CDs that came out so we got in line and paid, then we put everything in the trunks of the car and headed home through the snow falling.

The first thing Evan did when we got home was call Julianna. I don't blame him. What I didn't expect was the question he asked me when he got off the phone.

"Mom, can Juay spend the night?"

PAUSE.

Did he really just ask me that? No, he couldn't have. There must be something in my ears. He must be joking. That's it! A joke! A sick twisted joke being played on me, yet again. I busted out laughing dramatically, holding my sides and wiping my eyes of imaginary tears.

"That's a good one, Ev," I said sarcastically. I looked at his face. He's serious. Dead serious. He really thinks she can spend the night. They're only eleven years old! They can't have co-ed sleepovers! Who knows what Iggy has put in Evan' s mind and what he plans on doing....with her. Or to her. Ugh! I didn't expect this for another four years at least!

"You're serious?" I asked. He nodded.

"Ev, you're only eleven. What does she need to spend the night for?"

"Cuz it's fun! I'm gonna do anything if that's what you're thinking."

"Ev, you're a boy. Your hormones basically rule over your mind."

"But I'm only eleven, I don't have hormones yet," He said, thinking he won the argument.

"You always have hormones, Ev. They just get stronger as you get older and the answer is no."

"Why not?! You said yourself she's like family now! Family should be able to spend the night!"

"Well when one of the family members has a severe crush on that person, spending the night isn't such a hot idea,"

His cheeks turned a little pink and he turned away, embarrassed. I don't know why. It's not like no one else that he's madly in love with her.

"Please?" He said softly.

"I tell you what. See what your dad and Uncle Iggy and Gazzy say. If they say it's alright and they trust you won't try anything, she can come."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Now go!" He went running off up the stairs. I highly doubt that Fang would sat yes to this. But then again he's a sexist pig and so are Iggy and Gazzy. Now if the twins came asking if a boy could spend the night over here, Fang would be absolutely against it. The answer would be a definite NO. But since it's Ev he just might say yes. Which is what I'm afraid of.

Evan POV
"Dad Dad Dad Dad!!!!" I called as I ran upstairs to the game room.

"What?" He said, not looking at me. He was playing a car racing game against Auntie Nudge. He was winning.

"I gotta ask you something!"

"What?"

"Pause the game!"

"Are you kidding? I'm winning! No way, just tell me."

"I need your attention!"

"You have half of it,"

I sighed. "Well, can Juay spend the night?"

"No!" He yelled.

"Gotcha Fang!" Auntie Nudge teased.

"Why not?!" I exclaimed.

"What'd you say, Ev?"

I just now noticed that he wasn't even paying attention to me! He was yelling no because Auntie Nudge was in the lead now. Some Dad I have...

"If you would pause the game and listen to me maybe you would have heard." I heard him sigh loudly and turn around on the couch glaring at me.

"What is it?"

"Can Juay spend the night?"

"What'd your mom say?"

"No,"

"Then no."

"But she said if you and Uncle Iggy and Uncle Gazzy say yeah that she could."

"What does she need to spend the night for? You're only eleven."

"That's what she said! I know I'm eleven! I won't even try anything I just wanted her to spend the night."

"Why?"

"I don't know, cuz it'll be fun staying up all night with her,"

"Doing what?" he said looking pointedly at me.

"Ugh! Nothing! Talking! What we do whenever she comes over!"

My parents are really taking this out of proportion. I just want her to spend the night! I really don't want to try anything. I swear! I just think it'll be awesome waking up and knowing that Juay's there with me and we can go to school together in the morning...seeing her sleep, finding out if she snores or not. Seeing her sleeping in my bed. While I sleep on the floor of course. There's no way anyone would go for me sleeping in the bed with her. Even though I'd LOVE that...Playing with her hair.....holding her close to me as we drift softly to sleep, dreaming about each other--

"EVAN." Dad yelled waving his hand in front of my face. Must have spaced out like Mom does all the time.

"Yeah?" I said, shaking my head.

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

"She can spend the night."

"REALLY?!"

"Who's spending the night?" Uncle Iggy asked walking in.

"Julianna," Dad answered.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Fang?"

"Not really, but as long as they don't do anything..."

"He's eleven. He probably just figured out that he can jerk himself off and your letting a girl come over and spend the night?"

PAUSE. Wait a minute....You can jerk yourself off??????

"Thanks for putting the thought in his head, Iggy." Dad said sarcastically.

"I'm leaving now," Said Auntie Nudge. I'm sure this would be uncomfortable for her.....It's uncomfortable for me.

"What? That's how old we were when we figured it out." Uncle Iggy said.

"You can do that?" I said, completely lost. I mean.....I saw this movie......Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay and this dude was.....you know, and then when he......you know, it got all on his face but I had no idea what he was doing! I remember when Uncle Iggy gave me 'The Talk' and I almost passed out but I didn't know that you could get a......you know, by yourself! I mean, it's kinda gross but, Uncle Iggy said eventually to me it'll sound like a good idea.....

"Ev, don't listen to Uncle Iggy," Dad said.

"But—how--"

"Your hand," Uncle Iggy answered for me. Then I got it.

"OH!"

"Thanks for teaching my kid how to jack off Iggy," Dad sneered. "Max is gonna kill you."

"Who said she has to know? Ev, whatever you do, if you love me and want me to live, DO NOT tell your mother I told you. And if you try it, go in the bathroom and lock the door and turn on the sink and clean up after--"

"Iggy, shut the fuck up."

"Jeez Fang, I would guess he would know this already considering you were like, the King of Jacking."

I burst out laughing. That was just too funny! The King of Jacking! Haahahahahahahahah! I was on the floor holding my stomach because it hurt from laughing so hard. I think I saw my Dad blush a deep red which was SO weird because usually if he blushes it's not even red, it's pink. Then I saw him punch Uncle Iggy in the nose.

"What? It's not my fault that you were fantasizing at night about Max and I could hear you," Uncle Iggy snickered. At that I stopped laughing. Now this has gotten gross. Dad fantasizing about Mom?

EW!!!!!!!

"Okay, so Dad says yes, Uncle Iggy what do you say?"

"I say no."

"Fine. I'm going to see what Uncle Gazzy says." I started towards the door when Uncled Iggy said,

"Good luck." I wonder what that's supposed to mean.