Please don't kill me, I know my update schedule is crap, but it shall improve, cross my heart and hope to die.

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Since BML is doing good, I want to improve on this fix and maybe start a new one?

If I do start a new one, what book should it be circled around (Maximum Ride or Mortal Instruments)?

So tell me in the reviews/comments, and on with the Fax!

Grand Theft Auto

"Get in that Jeep, GET IN THE JEEP!" Max shrieked, clutching the xBox controller tightly in her two hands.

"Jesus, Max. Chill ou- HEY WAIT I WANNA DRIVE!" Fang yelled back, glaring at the girl sitting next to him on the couch.

Max had recently broken up with her boyfriend Sam, and to help her get over him, Fang offered to play Grand Theft Auto Five with her.

What started as a friendly game of trying to figure out who could drive as normal as possible within the game turned into an escape from the cops when Max accidentally hit another car, which hit another and another and so on, drawing the attention of the cops.

"Max! Get OUT of the driver's seat!" Fang protested.

"Shut up, Fang." Max retorted. "You love my driving."

"It's your driving that got us in this situation in the first place!" Fang exclaimed, exasperated.

Max just smirked and waited for Fang to get in the car.

Fang finally sighed and relented, but only after he noticed a few cop cars turning the corner.

After a couple minutes of driving that the characters from the Fast and the Furious would be impressed by, Max's character was shot by a police officer.

Fang immediately stepped in their line of fire, dying along side her.

Max raised her eyebrow. "Fang, why did you have your person die? The respawn point is just in the nearest town and I could've just met up with you."

Fang looked her in the eye and said seriously "But I don't want to live in a world, virtual or not, without you."

Max blushed and returned to the video game.

"Well now the only car around here, which was ours, mind you, is trashed and we're in the middle of nowhere. Get ready for some hardcore running action."

One Word

"Okay class, today I present you with what past students have called 'the hardest assignment ever.'" A tall man with a stubble stood in the front of a entire class of young adults, all of whom called "Professor Jeb."

Everyone in the class immediately stood up straighter in their seats, the straightest probably a young man with jet black hair swept over one eye, who sat in the back of the room.

Professor Jeb continued. "Today, the whole class period, yes, a whole hour you eager college children, calm down, will summarize their entire life experience into just one word."

The professor cleared his throat. "Now when I say 'one,' I mean ONE. Don't explain why, don't turn in a piece of paper with a paragraph on it, just write down one word."

To say the least, the students were left puzzled with the task at hand. To describe one event or happening was one thing, but to describe twenty-one years of struggle through puberty, spots of depression here and there, not to mention high school? Now that was impossible.

Or so it seemed.

The young man in the back of the room with the jet black hair pulled out a piece of paper from his binder and began with writing his name and the date at the top of the page.

Nick Waters (idk his last name)

Thursday, October 5

Fang sat back in his seat and took a quick look at his life.

He thought back to when he first met his long-time girlfriend, Max.

The were in the same third grade class, and her seat was right across from his.

"Hi! My name is Max!" she introduced herself.

"Urm, hi? I'm, uh…" he shyly muttered back.

She laughed at him. "You're silly! You forgot your own name!"

Fang blushed in reply.

"I know," she had spotted his shirt, which had a T-Rex with giant fangs on it. "Imma call you Fang! Like your shirt!"

Fang merely nodded and turned his attention to the whiteboard.

He remembered pretending to be her girlfriend in seventh grade.

They were hanging out at the mall.

"Oh god no," Max had said so only Fang could hear her. "Don't look, but Sam is coming over here! Can't the guy take a hint and get lost."

Fang looked over his shoulder, despite Max's protests, and spotting the man who Max couldn't stand heading over to them.

Sam had told Max his feelings at the beginning of the year, and Max had nicely turned him down. But Sam wasn't convinced and pursued her with unrelenting hope in his eyes, which annoyed the crap out of Max.

"Hey, Max!" Sam exclaimed, once he was within hearing distance.

"Quick, pretend you're my boyfriend." she whispered hastily.

"Wait, wha-" he was cut off by Max.

"Oh, hey Sam! What are you doing here. I'm just hanging out with my boyfriend, Fa- er, Nick." (Fang is the nickname Max uses, and nobody else knows)

Sam's face immediately fell. "Oh, er, well see you later."

After he had walked away, Max smiled triumphantly.

"C'mon Fang, let's get a soft pretzel. I'm starving."

Many more memories flashed before his eyes, the surprise on her face when he had first kissed her, the blush spreading across her face when he showed up at her face with roses, simply lying in bed with her, talking about anything that came to mind.

He picked up his pen and quickly scribbled:

Max.

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