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It was the end of the world. The Apocalypse has finally come. Many souls were to die and only the best would survive, if anyone. Could anyone survive this?

"Fang?"

Said boy looked away from the wall. A woman with straight black hair stood at his bedroom door. Her silver eyes were filled with worry as she stared at her son. Fang looked at her for a couple seconds before turning his attention back to the wall. It really was a funny wall. Weird things kept jumping out of it. He didn't want to miss anything good.

"Fang, you have a doctor's appointment." His mother said softy, as if speaking loud would break him.

"I'm not going mother." He said calmly, his dark eyes showing no emotion.

"But Fang-"

"No Mother!" Fang snapped, turning to look at her, his eyes flashing with anger, "it's not like I'm ever going to get better! I will forever be an insane freak! It's time we all accepted it!"

He threw his arms up for emphasis before turning back around to glare at the wall; his shoulders slumped forward in a brooding fashion. His mother stood in the doorway a little while longer, looking at his back, before leaving his room, shutting the door behind her. When Fang heard the 'click' of the door shutting he let his head fall so he was looking into his lap before he fell onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

"I'm fine. I'm not sad that my parents are so scared of me breaking, or that I'm bullied in school, or that I have no friends. I'm perfectly fine with it, it's my life." He flipped over onto his stomach and crossed his arms under his chin. "Who need friends anyway? Friends are overrated."

Head snapping up, his eyes wide, he stared at his clock. Was it really time? He scrambled out of bed, only to fall off it and onto his face. Although, he didn't seem to care much as he sprung to his feet and snatched up his clock.

It was!

He had to make it! He couldn't be late! He chucked his clock to the side and sprinted to his door. Throwing it open, he shot out of his room, past the kitchen, and to the front door. He shoved on his shoes and slammed open the door.

"Bye Mom!" He shouted before racing out the door.

His sneakers slapped the pavement as he ran. Sweat dripped into his eyes, he really needed to work out more. He ran across the street two blocks down, his arms and legs pumping to move him forward as fast as possible.

"Come on! Is that the best you got?"

Fang looked to the right to see Determination running by his side. The Blond had on a bright red coach's uniform. He looked like a traffic cone. Fang ignored the emotion and took a sharp corner. He let himself slow down until he came to complete stop. Panting, he took out his phone to check the time.

"Yes!" He shouted, clapping once then fist pumping the air.

He was all ready to do a little dance right there on the side walk when he remembered why he was there in the first place. Calming his rapid breathing, he walked into the little red and white building he had stopped outside of. The inside of the building was the same colors as the outside. Little booths sat along the walls and tables with actual chairs were spread out in between the booths and the counter. Fang walked through a small area that was between the rows of tables to get to the counter. He leaned forward on the counter and smirked at the women who stood behind it.

"Hey, Fang. Same time as always. You want your usual?" She asked, adjusting her red and white work hat.

"I do like being punctual. And of course, thank you, Marissa." He stood up straight before turning and walking away from the counter.

Fang walked as far to the back of the restaurant and sat in his booth. Yup, his booth. He came here enough for his own booth. Pretty awesome. He wiggled around, the only way for him to get comfortable, then laid his head on the table and closed his eyes. He really did like this place. None of the bullies came here, and Marissa was nice. Of course, that was cause she didn't know about his little….situation. If she did, he would never be able to come here again. He didn't want to see the looks of pity or fear anymore. People were scared of things they didn't understand, and how could anyone understand him?

"You made a big mistake bringing Angel here."

Fang's eyes snapped open and his head shot up. No. No no no no no. This couldn't be happening. He slowly moved his eyes to look at the people who just walked in. There was an African American girl with a blabber mouth, a young angelic looking girl, a blond kid who looked a little older than the angelic girl, and a girl with black hair and a big smile. But the worst, the absolute worst, was the other two. It was the blond boy and girl from school. The ones who found it in themselves to not leave him alone. They were sure to find out about his problem and then never speak to him again. He didn't want to be hurt. Not again.

Unfortunately, the strawberry blonde's eyes caught his and a huge smile split the boy's face in half.

"Hey!" He shouted from across the store and waved energetically.

Fang slid down into his seat, trying to become invisible. His eyes squeezed shut and he slowed his breathing down as if he were sleeping. If he couldn't see them then they couldn't see him. There was no way they could see him. Nope, they couldn't. It had to be his imagination that he could hear people coming toward him. Yup that was it.

"Hey, we aren't going to hurt you or anything." The male's voice said softly from across from him.

Fang snapped his eyes open. He liked to see the attack coming more than not. Sitting across from him were the two kids from his class. The boy had a small, sad smile, but he was obviously trying to look reassuring. The girl just looked angry, which, surprisingly, made him calmer than the boys expression.

"The other kids at school told us about you." The boy started, the smile never leaving his lips.

Oh, so that was it. They were going to turn on him just like everyone else. Call him a freak and a nut case. It made him sad. He was kinda hoping there would be someone in school who didn't hate him. They were new kids, right? New kids meant another chance. But now, that chance was gone.

"We don't care what those idiots have to say!" The girl suddenly announced, slamming her fist onto the table, making the Fang flinch.

"Yeah! Who cares if you see things? We are all human! And humans help each other out and care about one another, no matter what!" The boy said with as much enthusiasm as the girl, crossing his arms and nodding.

"Wow," The girl said, adding in a fake sniffle and wiping away a nonexistent tear, "that was truly beautiful."

"Hey! I was being sincere!"

"So was I!"

Fang looked back and forth between the two. He was sure it looked like he was watching an intense tennis match. Suddenly a weird feeling bubbled up in his throat. At first he thought he was going to vomit. Then a sound slipped past his lips. That broke the dam and soon his shoulders shook with the force of his giggles. He couldn't hear the two arguing and figured they had stopped in favor of watching him. That thought turned his giggles into full-fledged laughter. For some reason it was just so dang funny.

When he was finally able to regain his compositor, he looked at the two to see them both smiling. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be all that bad.

"See, he likes us already!" The boy cheered. He then stuck out his hand, "I'm Iggy and she's Max!"

Fang blinked down at the hand, and then looked up to the smiling face. Sighing, he slowly reached out and placed his hand into the taller boys. He couldn't help the small smile as he shook hands with the boy, but he quickly put up a mask of emotionlessness. He couldn't trust them fully. Not yet.

There were squeals of joy as the younger ones came running up, ice cream in their hands. The blond little girl placed the ice cream he ordered earlier in front of him and smiled cutely at him. What was with all the smiling? He shrugged to himself and looked around at all of them. Today actually turned out to be pretty good, his emotions stayed quiet for the most part, no doctor's appointment, he hadn't cut himself, new friends, and ice cream.

Yup, things were looking up.