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Disclaimer: James Patterson

After Fang left, giving me a plain black t-shirt, black shorts, and surprisingly white boxers, I sighed.

Life was weird. A weird adventure full of twists and turns, romance and rapists. I shook my head and groaned. The same image of that man over me, groaning and panting, was running through my head. I felt like vomiting. As if that could get rid of the fact that he had still been in me for God knows how long. I gripped my abdomen and forced myself to not cry. I had to be strong. I had to be the Maximum.

I stripped of my cloths and cleaned all that mud off. I leaned on the sink and stared at my refection in the mirror. I guess I was pretty. My blond hair was dirty; I never got to wash it anymore. My brown eyes were red and baggy. My lips were fine. Full and pink. Whatever.

I slowly pulled on Fang's cloths. They were of course kind of baggy, but they were clean and felt good on my skin. I looked in the mirror again. Then I looked at the sink. Then I looked at the shampoo in the shower stall and the clean towels that were left.

I washed my hair.

You really have no idea how wonderful an experience is when you haven't done it for a while. My flat, stright, oily hair was now voluminous and my natural waves came back. I stared in wonder as my golden locks shined in the light.

"Wow." I then wondered if it would bother if I went to his house to wash my hair every day?

I suddenly smelled something wafting from the kitchen. I walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen. Fang was at the stove, handeling what seemed to be a giant omelete. For a second I just stood there, drooling at the delicious aroma that wafted from that eggy goodness. Then Fang noticed me and stared, frozen.

I felt self consious with my clean hair. "Everything ok?" I asked.

"Uh..." he coughed and went back to his cooking, spilling some more peppers and cheese on that giant hunk of food. "Your hair looks nice."

Something else bubbled and tickled me in my stomach, replacing the rabid hunger. I couldn't place that feeling. Happiness? Strange, I guess I wasn't happy a lot.

"Can you grab a plate? It's right here, on the bottom shelf, by my head." I followed his directions and pulled a plate off the top of the five that sat there.

"And your glass is on the coffee table in the living room, go ahead and grab whatever you want to drink from the fridge."

I felt like Alice in Wonderland. Omeletes. Orange Juice. Shampoo. Ahhh, I wanted to stay here forever.

And another new discovery: I hop when I'm happy.

I hopped around a little, feeling giddy at the promise of my incoming feast. I hopped to the Living Room. I hopped to the fridge. I hopped so much I could be the friggin easter bunny for God's sake.

Fang watched me at the corner of his eyes, and I know he was doing everything he could to hold in his laughter. Finally I just confronted him.

"What? I'm happy! I hop when I'm happy," I said with my hands on my hips, "I bet you skip when your giddy, huh?"

Finally he just errupted in laughter, holding his stomach and falling on the floor. Now, I've never seen a person actually fall and roll on the floor laughing (rofl?) and for a second I thought he was having a heart attack or a kidney failure or something. I crawled onto the linoleum floor next to him and shook his shoulder a little as he started to calm down.

"Are you ok?" I asked, confused.

"What?" he opened those striking black eyes and grinned. "I'm great!"

He lifted himself off the floor, gave me his hand and helped me up, and then grabbed my plate and put the biggest omelete in the world on it.

"Oh. My. God." I started to drool and had to hold my chin shut to keep it from coming out.

He put the omelete on a small table for two that was near the edge of the kitchen. I sat down hurridly, grabbed my fork and knife, and ate that omelete like there was no tomorrow.

After I finished I chugged down my orange juice and sat back in my chair, closing my eyes.

"Wow, you ate that in about a minute! You must've been really hungry." Fang said staring at me and grinning.

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