A/N: Whats up guys! This chapter is over 1,350 words! That huge right now considering I'm not on a sugar high! But really the only reason I wrote this is because I heard a rumor in the TMI area that The Mortal Instruments teaser trailer was out today. Which it was. And it was epic. In one word. And I strongly recommend the books even if they do get kinda messed up until the third one. But seriously read them! That's all for now!


I Need A Job


Chapter Seven


I look myself over in the mirror nodding in appreciation. Sam had asked me out to dinner earlier this week and I had agreed after some convincing *coughNudgecough* from everyone. Well almost everyone. Fang had no part in this. Actually, if I'm correct, he completely opposed it saying that Sam was a player among other things. Of course this knowledge didn't stop me from going on my date.

Or wearing a loose purple blouse with light wash blue jeans under it. I turn and look at Angel wearing her little footsie pajamas with a silver crescent moon on it. I walk over to her and pick her glancing at the clock to see that I have 20 minutes. Oh well.

I lean back and face her, "You ready to go to Auntie Nudge's?" I ask.

Her face immediately brightens at the mention of Nudge. Now, I'm not sure if you live under a rock or something but Angel just absolutely loves Nudge and Nudge adores Angel. Personally I think it's because of the faint scent of cookies that I smell every time I walk in there but that's just me. "Yeah!" She claps her small porcelain-like hands and giggles a little.

Apparently Angel is just like me and will sell her soul for a cookie. Fortunately Nudge makes those kinds of cookies too. Fortunately I can bribe Angel to be good with those soul-selling cookies.

I walk to Nudge's door and knock. Now, what I am about to describe is not for the littles. They don't need to hear how Fang was in a towel wrapped around his waist. Or how he had water drops in his hair and on his body.

I barely hear Angel gasp next to me but I do hear the words she speaks next, "You're a sparkly vampire." She says this all in a whisper like she can't believe it. I look at her strangely before the dots start to connect in my head.

Crap. Let me elaborate, I let Nudge -a huge fan of Twi-Die, ehem, Twilight- have a "sleep over" with Angel because and I quote,

"Angel is the most cutest thing ever and you have to share! I mean look at her cute little face!" Nudge said pointing to a sleeping Angel that looked like her name sake.

I shrugged and pointed toward Angel, "She's a huge trouble maker you know. I mean with her being three with no siblings she really hasn't learned to share."

"I don't care!" She had burst out. "She's just like a mini-me only in toddler form!"

And that was our conversation. And apparently I was wrong to think that Nudge was one of the few sane people left on this planet. But back to the moment we were having.

Fang looks shell-shocked, "What?"

Angel starts to squirm in my arms and I let her go where she pokes Fang in the thigh. "Do you know Edward?" She asks. His faces goes into one of horror and I hold back a snort. I walk through the small apartment where I see Nudge's door. Word of warning: Always knock. No matter what because what I got next scared. Me. Shitless.

"AHHHHH!" I scream holding up my hands attempting to block the image of Iggy and Nudge under blankets doing...stuff. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON PEOPLE!" I screech before backing up with a hand over my eyes slamming the door.

Angel comes toddling over and looks at me weirdly. "Why were you screaming Mommy?" She asks innocently.

Ummm...Think Max think! Oh! "Because sweetheart a big huge fire-breathing monster was trying to eat Auntie Nudge and Uncle Iggy!" I say dramatically. She gasps and uses both her hands to cover up her mouth.

But then her hands come down and she looks at me with determination. Or as much determination a three-year-old can have. "Why did you tell them to put on clothes?"

"Because..." I say stalling. "Because the fire breathing dragon burned off all their clothes!"

"Oh."


The two come out of the bedroom a few minutes later wearing crumpled clothing with messed-up hairdo's. I grab hold of both their ears and look toward Angel. "Go play with Fang for a while, " I say to her. She nods and salutes me marching toward the living room where a now fully dressed Fang is.

As soon as she leaves I turn toward the two and drag them off to the guest room. I point to the bed and they don't say anything as they sit. "Now would either of you care to explain why you were trying to scar me for life? Or why you were scarring me for life on the day you were supposed to be babysitting Angel?" I ask tapping my foot impatiently. A trick I learned intimidated people.

Iggy rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, "'Bout that..." he says. "Technically I never agreed to babysit Angel." I glare at him and he shrinks back a little.

I sigh exasperatedly and turn to Nudge expectantly. She points a finger at Iggy, "He made me do it!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

But I don't even hear their banter about it, the words Nudge spoke being a trigger phrase making me remember the night I had told my parents of my being pregnant.

"Honey-bear," Anne said to me. "What's the matter?"

Jeb put down the newspaper he was reading and put his glasses away like a Dad would in any clique movie. "What's the matter sport?"

I looked down ashamed and clasped and unclasped my hands together. "Mhm prngant." I mumbled.

"What hon?" Anne asked.

I took a long deep breath and hoarsely whispered, "I'm pregnant."

Jeb and Anne were shocked, they knew about me being raped. I just guess they never considered this a possibility until now that it had actually happened. Anne was first to put together a facade of composure, "Get rid of it."

I gasped and looked at her my hand pulling its way toward my stomach. And soon after Anne started the duck-line Jeb followed. "Your mother's right."

I looked at them with hurt filled eyes. "What?"

"Get rid of it." My mother said sharply. "Now. Jeb grab the keys we'll-"

"No." I whispered just loud enough for Anne to hear me. She sucked in a sharp breath. "I won't do that. He made me do it. And I will not murder an innocent." I said firmly.

"Max," my mother said gritting her teeth. "We are going to get in the car and-"

I looked up swiftly, sharply, and snapped. My parents had been pushing me too far earlier than the accident and now since that's happened it's been even harder to get my life back on track. "Didn't you hear me the first time? I said 'No'."

She looked baffled and then with such a cold tone I gasped she said one word: "Leave."

They had stopped their shouting match and were looking at me in concern. "Are you okay?" Nudge asks.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and address her, "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your crying." She says pointing to my cheek. I touch it and sure enough it comes away wet. "Are you okay?"

I smile in I hope a convincing way. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just..." I search for the right word. "Bad memories." I say finally. "Bye guys." I say walking out the door into the hallway which leads into the living room where Fang is playing surprisingly well with Angel.

"Hey guys." I say waving meekly.

Angel jumps up and runs over to me tugging on my pant leg I squat down and look at her, she points to my cheek, "You're crying Mommy."

I laugh a little and sniffle wiping at my tears. "Yeah, Mommy's crying. Come on baby, why don't we go home?" I say holding out my hand where she takes it and walks towards the door calling after her, "Bye Auntie Nudge, Uncle Iggy, and Sparkly Fang!"


I pull out my phone and look at the clock. 7:10. I sigh and send him a quick text.

Sorry I couldn't make it had some stuff to deal with.

His response is almost immediate.

It's fine. Hope your okay. :)

I am, I think to myself as I drift to sleep.


A/N 2: A ginormous thanks to every single person who reads this story! Even if if they don't review (even though that is appreciated).

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