Dear Readers,

Sorry for not writing for a long time, yeah? It's just that I lost my FF password for quite some time and I only saved it in my 100 year old computer which my parents decided to throw away w/o telling me. Oh well. It don't matter now :D

All that matters is that I'M BAAAAACCCKK! (Haha. I almost typed I'm Jack)

~B.

P.S. I do not own most of the characters here!

P.S.S. For those who didn't give up on the story, I *HEART* YOO!

Max POV

I watched silently as Nudge carried Iggy up to his room, murmuring quietly into his ear. As soon as they were out of sigh, I let my tears out. I slid slowly onto the floor, crying, tears washing away the blood caused by Caleb's beer bottle.

Angel plopped in front of me with a pair of tweezers, cotton wads and iodine. She gave me a small smile. 'I would ask if you're okay,' she thought. 'But you're obviously not.' She used the tweezers and plucked out bits and pieces of beer bottle that dug into my flesh. 'You're lucky, Max. Being drunk ruined Caleb's aim for a while. He was aiming for your eyes but thank god he only got your cheek.'

"Lucky me," I said sarcastically, fiddling with my fingers.

"Yeah, lucky you," Nudge said bitterly, entering the kitchen. Angel must have said something because suddenly Nudge exploded, "This wouldn't even have happened if--!" Her head snapped Angel's direction who was still concentrating dressing my wounds. "It is her fault! From every single way you look; it's her fault! Let's start from the beginning of the beginning shall we? There wouldn't be only the three of us if she hadn't gotten into that stupid argument with Fang! We wouldn't be stuck here if she hadn't slept with Caleb! Nick and Iggy would not have to suffer if she chose to leave! Why won't she leave?" Her face scrunched up and she said in a poor imitation of me, "'Oh, I don't wanna leave because I don't want to separate Iggy and Nick from their father!'" She began pacing around the kitchen. "Yeah right!" she spat viciously. "It's more like 'I can't leave because I don't think anyone would sleep with a 22 year old mother with two children and I'm just so desperate for a good lay!' God you are just so selfish--!"

"You could've left all those years ago, you know," I stated dryly. "Yet you stayed."

She grimaced. "If I didn't stay, your precious sons would have been dead years ago."

Honestly, I was just tired, not in the mood to fight back so I eyed her lazily. "Is that what's keeping you here? Well then, since you're so eager to leave, why don't you take them with you?" I smirked.

She glared at me and threw me the middle finger, marching up the stairs. Angel rolled her eyes. 'The wounds don't look that bad. I'm guessing they'll be fully healed in a few days. And about Nudge. Don't listen to her, Max. Although, I agree with--'

"Don't!" I hissed. I got up and began sweeping up the shattered beer bottle pieces. "Angel, dear, do me a favor and hoist Caleb up to my room, please? Thank you!" I yawned.

She smiled. 'With pleasure.' She held her hand out. Caleb stood up in a very zombie-like manner. Suddenly, he charged for the kitchen wall, banging his head onto the wall. Hard.

I stared blankly at Angel, too tired to glare. "Angel," I said in a warning voice.

'Whoops,' she pouted. 'Sowwee, Caleb.' She made him step back and run through the kitchen door...

That was shortly followed with a crash. Angel flinched. 'By the way,' she whispered in my mind. 'If Caleb asks, he never had a vase beside the bookshelf.' She smiled sweetly, flashing me her Bambi eyes.

"Just go," I sighed dramatically, putting my hand on my forehead. I rolled my eyes as she mouthed a thanks to me. Huh. That girl and her mind controlling powers... What am I ever going to do with her?

'Hey!' Angel feigned hurt. Then muttered, 'I say he deserves it.' I rolled my eyes and threw the trash into the bin, then picking up a cloth and scrubbing off the bloodstains on the floor.

Not long after the bloodstains were completely gone, Angel came back into the kitchen, sitting on the counter. Out of no where, she produced that brochure she was rubbing in my face earlier. 'Coldwater Creek' the front cover said. Angel turned to look at me then back at the brochure. I rolled my eyes at her and got some milk from the fridge, finishing the remnants of the carton. As I threw away the empty carton, I heard a strange whimpering sound.

I looked up and saw Angel pouting at me, her eyes wide, innocent and rather watery. "You know, Ange, somethings don't work when you're 14." Maybe they do a little bit... She sniffled and looked back at the paper. I felt my heart break a little just looking at her... Oh man. "Maybe..." She looked up, beaming. "I'll think about it," I quickly added.

She flashed me a full-blown, pearly smile. 'Thanks Max!' She pranced out the kitchen. 'Nights!' she thought to me happily and triumphantly.

"Night, Ange," I said softly before heading up to my bedroom.