A/N: Well. Here.
Chapter 7 - Gsmh'd N;ph
Max's POV
Okay. So making out with Fang wasn't the best revenge, but I do have a plan.
I lead the others to the town library--plenty of computers. I told Fang to look for any important info. The others went off by themselves.
I sat down at a computer away from Fang so he couldn't see what I was doing. I pulled up the Blogger homepage.
It's a good thing he uses the same name and password for everything. Nudge told me what it was when he first started the blog.
I typed in sinistersilence for the username and fang2d2 for the password. Hmm I wonder where he got that from.
Aha! I started to write a blog entry.
Blog Entry:
Yo. I finally have time to update. Life's been pretty hectic lately. Now to tell you what's happened.
Max dyed my wings pink. Won't come out for like six months. I got drunk and dyed my hair lime green. I know, smooth.
Okay, I think I like Max. A lot. Maybe even love her. She told me she loved me too. Awesome, huh?
Ok, I'll admit it: I act tough to impress Max. I try to make myself look hot and manly.
But dang, she's good at seducing me. I know I've drooled over her before. I think she might have caught me once or twice too.
Well, that's pretty much it.
Fang out.
-Fang
Pretty good huh? I think I managed to sound enough like Fang.
I logged out of his account and got into mine so I could comment. When I finished, I went over to Fang and said "I posted a comment on your blog. Check it out."
He nodded and signed in. As he read "his" blog entry and my comment, his eyes widened.
"What the heck? I didn't write this."
"Then who did? Don't be embarrassed that you drool over me. Oh and you don't have to act tough to impress me." With that said, I walked away, looking for the others.
We headed out of the library to get some dinner. Another night of dumpster-diving. Joy.
I caught Fang glaring at me as we ate. He must think I wrote that blog entry. Now where would he get an idea like that?
At least I made sure I got them out before he could delete the post. Heehee. That was so fun.
I rented a single room for us at a cheap motel. Hey, it had two beds and a cot. That worked out perfectly for us. You won't hear me complaining.
We stacked and tapped and I sent the kids to bed.
You may have one the battle, but you haven't won the war, Maximum.
What? The voice was talking to me about this? Maybe someone should tell me this again, but slower.
Max, this is a distraction, but since I can't stop you, I suppose I'll help you.
WHAT?!
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