this took a while because i looked up a lot of things and i figured out that every time you post you get a lot of reviews easily, which is kinda weird 2 me. hope you like it. bit of faxness and a very tiny bit of mylan/dang whatever you wanna call it they both pretty much suck.

quick question for you smarties out there would jeb and angel be jangle, it kinda sounds kool when you say it right.

Fang POV

I decided to go and catch up with Max, the store apparently was just around the corner. I was running and finally she heard my footsteps and turned around. "What are you coming for?" she asked turning towards me. I slowed down, finally getting to her, still panting a little. I shrugged my shoulders, and she shook her head and we both walked to the upcoming store.

Max POV

We were walking through the dairies,getting to the milk, I was quietly singing the song Fang and I wrote earlier. Woah, things can go so fast in such little time. I was reaching for the milk when somebody stoped me.

"Hello miss, I couldn't help but notice your singing. It's probably the best I've ever heard, if I do say so myself." he said, slightly smirking. "And, I also wanted you to know, just an option, that if you ever want to join the singing world, here's my card." he said smiling, and walked away. Ok, that was awkward. I looked at the card. It had a bunch of designs on it.

J.T. Records

I was awestruck. He was really famous, he's made a lot of people famous.

Fang looked over my shoulder at the card. "Think I should?" I asked, looking up at him. He had a look in his eyes, I couldn't explain. But it was not good. "I don't think you should. I don't want you to become a snob like other singers." he said, not meeting my eyes. He really think I would do that? I grabed a gallon of milk and stormed to the front counter.

Once I got up there I saw a really cute boy, and he was smiling at me! I smiled back at him and put the milk down so he could scan the barcode.
"Hi, my name's Dylan," he said holding out his hand. "Max," I said shaking his hand. And Fang had to come up behind me. "Who's this?" he said eyeing Dylan. I scowled at Fang. God, two cute boys in one day, but one of them has to be a jackass. Suberb. "This is Dylan I said with a smile," I said, Fang and Dylan just nodded to eachother.

"$2.94, Max." Dylan said smiling at me. I took a five dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to him. "Here's your change." he said handing me $2.06 back. I put it in my puse and gave him one last wave. He waved back while the person behind him tried to get his attention, I laughed.
Fang followed me out and offered to hold the milk. I just shook my head, "I'm not helpless." I said looking at him. "I just wanted to be helpful."Fang responded. I sighed.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?" I said, laughing a bit. "The ethnics of Charles Sibley's work, and how he was a genious but a retard." Fang said, then he laughed at my befuddled expression. "He mixed together deoxyribonucleic acid, with pretty much birds." he said still laughing at me. "What the hell is dee-ok-si-rahy-boh-noo-klee-ik acid?" I said pronounced every syllable.

He laughed, "It's DNA," he said still laughing at me. "But don't worry, most people don't know that." Ugh, he thinks he's so smart. "I can spell words too." he said. Great, more for his large brain, at least it's not hollow in there. "Capricious, C-A-P-R-I-C-I-O-U-S." he said smiling.
Isn't that like, for national spellers or something?

He laughed more at my expression. "If your wondering, yes I did go to the national spelling bee." he said, well that made sense. "Smarty-pants" I said, poking him in the shoulder. He shoved me and I shoved him back harder. "Hey!" he said pushing me onto my butt.

"Not, fair!" I jumped up and rammed him into the ally wall, yes ally, we went through it to get the milk out of the sun and it's a faster way home, the milk was flung againt the other wall. I had him pinned against it, then he came forward and rammed me into the wall and he had me pinned this time. "Let me go!"I said, he, obviously stronger than me. "No." he said simply. I was trying to rip my arms free but they didn't budge. "What the hell Fang?"I shouted at him. "Why aren't you letting go!?" I yelled as he still didn't let me go.

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Because I don't want to."

so uh. . . . . yh

i hope you people liked it, i've been uber tired and i really need to finish homework and get some shut eye.

see you soon, i you review i will take my time and write you back and the person that writes the longest review on what they like about my story can be either fang or max's friend. just say a bit of what ur like and how old you wanna be ( max is about 16 so.. sophmore and so is fang, if u wanna know) and what you wanna be dressed like.

hmm what should i say for my closing this time?

lol

'the heat is on...'