OMG. It's chapter 4! Yay! A little bit of fax in this chappie, but not much… Hopefully soon!!

Disclaimer: I only own the plot. Jimmy Pats owns Max and the crew. SoraBane01 owns Sora. Lol And the Sex Pistols own the music that I'm listening to.

Chapter 4

After all the introductions, Sora told us her full story. Iggy was clinging onto every word. Just like Fang to you, the back of my mind thought-whispered. I inwardly sighed.

"Max," Fang snapped me back into reality.

"Oh, yeah. So Fang came up with the idea of the disappearances being responsibility of popularity in schools. In order to test our theory, we must go down to Mom's house. We need to check on Ella," I stated, putting as much leadership-ness as I could in from it's non-usage in the past two years.

Nudge and Angel cheered in the thought of seeing Mom and Ella – hopefully –again.

"We're going to leave in a day. That gives you enough time to gather as much stuff as you need for the trip," I ordered, almost. Everyone nodded. "Okay, meeting over." I got up and looked at Fang for more discussion of the trip. He nodded and stood up. Everyone else cleared, finished with eating their breakfast. Iggy was talking to Sora, most likely talking about giving her a tour of our house.

Fang and I walked up to his room, knowing that our conversation mustn't be heard by the others.

"What the hell is going on? People are seriously randomly disappearing – possibly forever. How do you explain that?" I nearly yelled, outraged from the inconvenience. Fang merely sighed and sat on his bed in a complete daze. After a few minutes, he picked up his guitar. Yes, two years ago he bought himself a guitar, and I'm okay with it. He's really freaking good for no lessons (he taught himself) and two years.

"Fang, this isn't a time to go all emo-musician on me," I half scolded, half teased. He smirked.

"Call me a music freak, but what if this has something to do with music? Or maybe anarchy," he said dead serious.

"Anarchy, maybe. Music –you're a music freak. Sorry." I laughed at the second part.

"But with the technology of today –"

"Why would someone try to eliminate the whole world with music?" I cut him off.

"Maybe not eliminate. Maybe just mind control."

"That's even more ridiculous."

"But when you go into Hollister with Nudge, you say the music is so loud its saying, 'Buy our clothes.' "

"I was joking. Who would actually do that?"

"A big company who wants to rule the whole world," he said dead seriously.

I sighed. "I still don't believe you."

We were silent for a while, thinking. Fang was lightly strumming his guitar with a few chords, helping me think straighter.

Reasons like Fang's were the sorts that I personally didn't want the others to know about. For one, he probably wouldn't say anything, and for another, they would think he was crazy for even thinking about that possibility.

After a jiffy, Fang's music stopped.

"That was good. Where'd you get the lyrics from?" he asked me, breaking the new found silence.

"What lyrics?" I questioned.

"You were singing, Max," he said, saying it like it was obvious.

"I was singing?" I didn't know that I sang.

"Yeah, and it was really good. Not just the lyrics, but also your voice. You have a gift, Max," he told me.

"Okay, let's keep that in mind after we figure this goddamn mystery!" I was loosing it. I really didn't want to have to figure anything like this out.

"Calm down, Max. It's okay. I'll help you. We all will," Fang lectured, wrapping his arms around me after putting down his guitar in its stand. I hugged him back. "It'll all be okay, Max. No need to freak. It's an easy ordeal. We can get this done and over within about a few weeks," he whispered in my ear. He kissed the top of my head.

Move number one.

"Okay," I nodded, "I can do this. I've done it before. And I was younger back then. I can do this." I need to talk myself through it all.

"That's right, Max," Fang continued to comfort me. "You can do this. Especially with all of our help. And possibly Sora, too." I pulled out of our hug and nodded. He was speaking the truth. Just like he always did.

"We should probably start packing," I said, starting to walk out of Fang's room. He merely nodded, already grabbing random clothes from his closet.

So, that wasn't bad, was it??

The next chapter should be done soon.

Oh, this is funny. I'm listening to random music, and I started typing listening to the Sex Pistols, and then like ten songs later, I'm finished typing, listening to a different song by the Sex Pistols. But its a playlist of a million different songs. Lol

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