Hey, check out this story called EMI: the angel experiment. It's really good!! :]

mebeemmy: yea she will in the next chapter :) Sorry it's taking so long but Ella is currently mad at me because I told her that she was gonna get kidnapped :( We're ignoring each other.

I just realized, if there ever was a zombie apocalypse, vampires (and maybe werewolves) would be the only ones to survive? That's what I get for watching Resident Evil, 1, 2, & 3 all in one day. Alice reminds me very much of Max, getting her own clone and having awesome powers. :)

Chapter 4

Fang turned to look at me, and f I hadn't known him for most of my life, I wouldn't have been able to tell that he was surprised. Very.

"And you call me a player," he said. "Why? Are you interested?" A flicker of a grin crossed his face.

"Ewwww. No." I said. I glared at Fang. He was enjoying himself, I could tell. "Ella was interested. She wants to see if she has a chance." I waited for Fang to shake his head, to say to tell Ella that it was pointless. But instead, he grimaced.

"You do understand that we're in trouble, then? Iggy asked me the other day to find out the same thing. But he believes that since he's a traveling mutant bird freak, he doesn't have a chance, so he doesn't take his chances seriously."

"Really?" I asked, frowning intently at the cement. "Ella thinks she doesn't have a chance because he's a traveling mutant bird freak."

"I suppose we have a little problem here, then," Fang said unnecessarily.

"I agree." I cocked my head. "So now what do we do? Are we going to try and get them together, play matchmaker, or what?" I could bet that Ella was going to be delighted. Thrilled. I was glad at least her love life would hopefully be more successful as mine.

Fang pushed me. "Shut up. I can't imagine you as a love guru, though."

"What ever do you mean?" I asked innocently. "I am the one who started love. People come from all over to ask me for advice in their love life. I know everything there is to know about love. I am the pinnacle of all love gurus that there ever was. So don't you try and tell me that I don't resemble a love guru, when I am the champion of them all."

"And yet you still don't have a boyfriend," he muttered.

I gave him a sulky look. "That's not my fault," I declared. "I would have one, if it weren't for the fact that we had to run away from the Taser wielding principals. And if Sam wasn't a maybe-Eraser." And if you would stop paying so much attention to the Red Haired Wonder and stopped confusing me with your random kisses, I added silently.

"Is Sam still your doting admirer?" Fang asked.

"Is Brigid still your pedophile?" I shot back, then clamped down on my lip hard. Crap, I hadn't meant to say that.

Fang looked a little taken aback, then looked irritated.

"What?" he asked.

"Puh-leez. You guys flirt with each other each time you get the chance." SHUT UP, MAX! I told myself, willing my mouth to close. But it kept rambling on, refusing to stop.

"Is that what you think." Fang's voice was dangerously calm and quiet.

I looked at my feet, my toes wiggling in the cold. "No. Maybe. I guess." I let one shoulder rise. I bit my lip, waiting for his response.

"I find that extremely interesting, considering the fact that Brigid has a steady boyfriend, whom she was been going out for over a year with."

I swear to you, I almost toppled off the roof and plotzed onto the cement below. (Good thing I have wings.)

"Whaaat?" I inquired politely. At the top of my freaking air sacs.

What a time to drop this little bomb, huh? I mean, this kid probably had lessons on how to drive somebody nuts enough for the cuckoo hut. 101 Ways to Knock People's Socks Off.

Fang rolled his eyes at me. "If you hadn't been the one to first notice that Angel could read minds, and that the Gasman had a… erm, a special ability, I would be sure that you were completely ignorant to everything around you."

Just letting you know, in case you haven't noticed already, I have a problem about my abilities being undermined. Just a teeny, tiny little problem. So when Fang called me ignorant, I was pretty ticked off.

"I am not ignorant! I am very un-ignorant, unlike you!" I said indignantly. "Give me an example of how I'm ignorant."

Fang leaned back on his hands and pretended to consider, while I actually considered stabbing him with a knife repeatedly while taking his eyes out with a pogo stick.

"You are so, incredibly annoying, you know that?" I muttered. The corner of Fang's mouth quirked in an almost half smile, and I had to smile back. It just felt so good, sitting on top of the rooftop with by best buddy, alone. I looked into his eyes and saw the exact same emotions I was feeling reflected in his. Suddenly, his hand was on my cheek, and his eyes were on my face, looking deadly serious. I gulped, frozen to the spot. Was he going to give me one of his kisses that came from out of nowhere? Fang really could be random sometimes, I thought dizzily, as I tipped my head back. His hand slowly started gliding down my cheek and cupped my neck, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning in too, as I inhaled his delicious scent. And our lips were a second away from meeting each other, and I got prepared for the tingly sensation that ran all throughout my head to my toes.

But as you readers sadly, know too well, I don't get many moments to myself. And this fact was proven almost instantaneously.

"Fang? Max? Is that you?" A small voice penetrated through my giddy, high thoughts. I swiveled around quickly to see Nudge landing on top of the rooftop elegantly, brushing off her jeans.

"Max?" I saw a medium size set of wings flying towards me at a fast rate, and my jaw set. Gazzy.

I'm sorry Max, Angel's voice said in my mind. I tried to stop them. Angel's pure white wings were moving slowly, veering this way and that. I rolled my eyes. Figured. It wouldn't be the three musketeers without her.

Nudge bit her lip. "Were you doing something important?" she asked worriedly.

I gave her a completely overdone fake smile. "Not anymore sweetie," I said sweetly. "What's wrong?"

Nudge shrugged. "I couldn't sleep, so I was going to the bathroom, and then I noticed you weren't there so I tried to sneak out to find you, but then Angel woke up and Gazzy came in from the other room and I told them I wanted to go alone but Angel tried to stop me and Gazzy wouldn't take no for an answer so we all just came." She said in one breath. "Oh yeah, and Iggy didn't want to wake up. He said he needed his beauty sleep."

I noticed Gazzy looking confused, casting glances between me and Fang.

"What were you guys doing?" he asked innocently.

Gazzy looked from Fang to me, and back, and with each clueless, confused look I was getting more and more tense.

"Just talking," Fang and I said at the same time. Gazzy looked at us again. Seriously, I was ready to rip this kid's throat out.

"Oh," Gazzy said. "Oh," he said again, and his eyes widened, terrified, as if we were going to start making out in right in front of him. Yeah. Not gonna happen.

He took a frightened small half step behind Nudge. Angel finally reached us, her large, bright blue eyes glowing.

"I think that we should get off now, before the janitor comes," she told me earnestly, her curls squashed against one side of her face.

"You're right, we should get back," I said tonelessly. "The others will be waking up soon." Never mind that it was about three in the morning.

"Hey, you kids! Watcha doin' up here at night?" A husky, thin voice yelled from behind us. I quickly swiveled around, doing a 180, but only finding a tiny man in dirty too-big overalls and a nine-o-clock shadow. He waved a broom at us.

"We don't allow riffraff like you up and the roof!" He yelled, then frowned.

"Hell, we don't allow any kids up here on this roof! Get down now before I call the cops!"

The younger set gave me another worried look. They had been seriously concerned about me ever since I agreed to go to the conference.

I chanced a glance at Fang. He was standing ramrod straight, and he nodded at me without really looking at me. I sighed inwardly. God, I hoped I hadn't offended him. Suddenly tired, I wanted to go back to the motel and sleep for a very, very long time. I wearily took off into the night, Fang and the rest of the flock right behind me. When we reached our balconies, I opened my mouth to say good night, but he just stepped inside his room and shut the door without a word. I bit my lip. Jeezum, he really took his martyr macho man rep to heart. I didn't even remember falling asleep. I just remembered collapsing on my makeshift bed, and closing my eyes.

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