Okie, I'm so bored. Which means it's time for another chapter! Hoorah!

Ch. 4:

Max POV

We, Iggy and I that is, walked into what seemed like a living room in a dark alley. There was a somewhat ripped, but usable couch, a lamp (where the hell did they plug that in?), and in the building adjacent to the alley, there was a TV on full blast. But what really got me wasn't the plush living style of Iggy, but the blond boy already sitting on the couch. He was playing with some sort of wiring, and seeing as Iggy was a former pyro, I decided not to ask.

"Hey Iggy." He said without looking up.

"Gazzy." He said.

I surveyed the 'room' again. "This is amazing." I announced. Now that made the blond boy look up.

His startled expression was most likely caused by me.

"Iggy, I know you want to pick up girls by showing them our pad, but we agreed that it wasn't going to happen." His soft voice had an edge to it. He looked about my height and his blond locks were choppy, going down to his ears. His clothes were just as ripped up as Iggy's, with holes everywhere and pants hoisted up by a safety pin.

I couldn't help a small laugh. "Pad. This is a pad?"

"The best the homeless can afford." Iggy smiled. "Oh, and Gazzy, I'm not trying to 'pick up' Max, although she looks light enough. She's going to stay with us."

Gazzy started choking on air and got into this huge coughing fit. I ran over and pounded his back the way JJ had taught me to. Luckily, he stopped choking after a couple seconds.

"I told you she was a keeper. She saved your life, Gaz." Iggy pointed out.

"We have to discuss these things together." Gazzy ground out.

Iggy shrugged. "Dude, she's awesome. She can stay."

"We haven't ever had anyone but us. We can't just add her randomly." Gazzy crossed his arms.

"Hello, still here." I waved an arm over my head.

"But we have room, and she has the cash to help us. Plus, she isn't a prissy." Iggy ignored my plea.

"Why don't you ask me about these things?" Gazzy demanded. "We could've talked this out before ask some random rich looking girl to the pad. And for that matter…"

As the argument went on and they ignored me, I began to say anything to get their attention.

"So, I think my step-mother is the product of a threesome between Lord Voldemort, a toad, and the fresh prince of Bel Air." I said.

Iggy's reaction was, "But Gazzy! That blow-dryer was completely not my fault." Okay, still ignoring me then.

"I'm married to Danny Phantom."

"Igs, the toaster was your deal not mine." Gazzy pouted. Ignored again.

"But then I had this affair with Spongebob…"

Iggy snorted. "What does this even have to with Max?" Whoa! I wasn't completely ignored. He said my name!

"And I'm totally in love with-" But I was cut off. By the foulest thing in the world.

Pffffffffffffffft!

I coughed repeatedly. "What," Cough. "Was," Another cough. "That?" One last cough.

"Gazzy." Iggy had his nose plugged. "I knew he was prone to blow soon. He always does when he gets angry."

I scowled. "And you didn't warn me?"

"You were pretty busy talking about that your affair with Spongebob…" He trailed off.

"You were paying attention?" Is it bad that even though this stench is almost killing me, that thought still warmed my heart enormously?

"Half-half." Iggy shrugged. Warmth gone.

"Okay, now that I have both of your attention." I clapped my hands. "I am staying here, Gazzy. It's Gazzy right?" He nodded. "I don't care what any of you say, I'm staying. I will kick both of your skinny asses if you even think about kicking me out." I smiled angelically. "Now, let's go get you some new clothes!" They both nodded, not even speaking. This widened my smile. The light and gentle approach always works.

"Gazzy, stop sniffing your shirt. It looks weird." I told him.

He sighed. "But new clothes just smell so good." We had gone to the nearest Wal-Mart to buy the cheapest clothes possible. I already clothes, so it was fine.

"Oh! Let's go buy ice cream!" Gazzy pointed to a nearby vendor. I stifled a laugh. Gazzy was 18, my age, but still acted like a 9 year-old.

"We need to save our money." I pointed out.

Iggy looked at me hopefully. "Pleeeease, Max? Just this once." Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't give in.

"Fine." I mumbled. "Just this once." I walked over and got us all one scoop each. No toppings. Yeah. I'm just that evil.

We walked away, Gazzy and Iggy happily licking their ice cream cones. Honestly, the ice cream was not the best for the sun. It was melting and already running down the side of my cone.

"Guys, look." Iggy pointed towards a giant convention type thing. Huge surprise, it was a convention. A job convention.

"Do you think I could get a job?" I asked, eyeing all the booths. I wolfed down the rest of my ice cream and wiped my hands and mouth.

"Who knows?" Gazzy said, wide-eyed with wonder.

I strode into the convention, looking at each booth. Financial analyst needed! Graphic designer needed; skills in Adobe required! Personal assistant needed!

"Look!" I pointed toward the personal assistant booth. "I could completely be a personal assistant. All they have to do is get coffee and file papers." I strode up to the desk.

The lady at the booth looked nice enough. I scribbled down my name on the sheet of paper, there were already three other applicants.

The lady smiled. "You can meet with Mr. Walker tomorrow at…" She checked her clipboard. "3:30. Be there on time, he hates lateness." She advised. "Bring your resume with you." She smiled.

I walked away from the booth, motioning for Iggy and Gazzy to follow me.

"I can't believe you might get a job." Gazzy said in awe. "I've never had one."

"Yeah it's going to be totally oof!" I looked up at the person I bumped into. Shaggy black hair, early 20s, 6", and onyx eyes.

Deciding to ignore his obvious hotness, I snapped. "Watch where you're going." I crossed my arms.

"You bumped into me." He said seriously.

"Butthead." I muttered under my breath.

He looked surprised. "What did you call me?" Iggy and Gazzy stifled their laughter, and I did the same.

"Um…" I let some laughter escape my lips. "I have to go." I brushed passed him, with Iggy and Gazzy trailing behind me. There isn't anything more fun then bewildering random people.

Oh, Fang! You're finally here! Boo yah!

Last Chapter's Song: Summer Paradise by Simple Plan.

This Chapter's Song:

You're not the type

Type of girl to remain

With the guy, with the guy too shy

Too afraid to say he'll give his heart to you forever

I'm not the boy that will fall to his knees

With his hands clasped tight

Begging, begging you please

To stay with him for worse or for better

~Cake.