A/N: Go procrastination! Sorry if you read my other story you'll get it. But on another topic...the information containing the cookie monster in this chapter is entirely true and if you do not believe me go to Google Images and search: veggie monster wtf. I can't say I didn't through a mental tantrum since, you know, he likes COOKIES not VEGGIES. But besides that have a nice chapter.


I Need A Job


Chapter Eight


I look out the window of the office and sigh twirling my hair around my index finger in an extremely bored way. I look towards the clock willing time to go faster. I don't know if you know this but if you finish your work early and your boss doesn't have anything for you to work on you still can't leave. Or play on your super craptastic phone that you still have a contract for. So basically it sucks.

Majorly.

But on the plus side I have a make-up date with Sam. So, yay! And as you can probably guess Nudge is going to do my make up whether I want her to or not. I sneak another peek at the clock and see I still have a while to go.

"Faaangggg," I drag out annoyingly. "I'm bored."

I hear him make an irritated noise and shuffle some papers. "Well then Max, you should probably do something." He says like it's the most simple thing in the world.

I throw my head back against my chair and make tilt back so I can look Fang in the eye while having fun being upside down. "But I can't." I whine. "You're trapping me here like some hostage."

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Really?" He asks sarcastically. "How is that so?"

"Well, I can't spin in my chair because you'll probably kill me. I can't go home and do something fun. And I could practically feel your agitation when I was playing on my phone." I say defending myself. "I mean, last time I checked I was working here not being, I don't know, being held hostage." I say sarcastically.

I look at the clock hoping that I can go home and do something other than twiddle my thumbs and thankfully that amazing guy upstairs is listening and makes tha clock hand move.

I get up and start to pack stuff in my back pack, "Max?" Fang asks hesitantly. "What are you doing?"

I stand up and point to the clock. "I'm leaving. Duh." I say adding the last part quietly so he won't hear. Well, apparently luck isn't my friend today.

"What was that?" Fang asks from his desk smirking slightly.

"I said, 'Duh.'" I tell him getting up and mock saluting him. "Later gator!" I say walking out of the office.


I pull up to the apartment with Angel belting out her abc's as loud as she can while still being some-what in tune. It's sad really. I get out of the vehicle and unbuckle Angel from her car seat. She's still going at it so I turn to her, "Angel," I say softly. "You've got to be quiet otherwise the cookie monster will eat all of Auntie Nudge's cookies!"

She gasps and puts her little hand to her mouth in horror, "No." She whispers.

I nod my head like I'm confirming her worst fear, which in a way I am. "It's true so you have to be quiet otherwise the cookie monster will."

I put my fingers to my lips and walk up the stairs where Angel takes the liberty to whisper in my ear, "You are a really bad fibber Mommy." She says and I pause for a second.

"Why do you say that sweetie?" I ask as I get on the elevator.

"Because," She squirms in my arms so I put her down where she takes the liberty to cross her arms across her chest which reminds me of myself when I'm being stubborn or proving a point. "He's not the cookie monster anymore."

The elevator dings and I walk into the hallway with Angel following me like a duck. "Really?" I ask pulling my apartment key out of my pocket and turning the lock.

"Yeah," She says as smug as a little kid can be while I take a drink of water, "He's the veggie monster now."

Okay, I admit it: I did a spit take. Only instead of coming out in a big puff of water it streamed down my chin in an oh-so-attractive way. That my friends is the way of Maximum Ride; datin' strangers and doing awful spit takes.


I finish the last curl for my hair of a rats nest and get up from my spot on the bathroom counter. I go over the Nudge, Iggy, and Fang's (let's call their apartment something cool like NIF) apartment and peak through the door to see no "sparkling" Fang. I walk in the kitchen to see Nudge looking at my daughter in amazement but since I can't see Angel's face I don't know what she looks like.

Though I have a guess it has to do with the empty plate of cookie crumbs. Nudge looks up at me, "How did she- there were so many..." She trails off.

Angel turns in her chair so I can see that her face -and hair- is smeared with bits of chocolate and the occasional cookie, "Hi Mommy!" She says with cookie falling out of her mouth. Only since her mouth is overflowed it sounds like a mixture of French with some alien language from Doctor Who.

I nod back uneasily and mouth to Nudge, 'Sorry' and shrug my shoulders, since in a way it was her fault and leave her to deal with the aftermath.


A/N: Heyo! You guys didn't think that since I started my other story back up I would leave this one did you? Well if you did then your wrong. Annnnd, I got hooked on, get this, ANOTHER ARTIST (the music kind) and as long as you stay away from her...popular music then it's really good! Like her Cooler than Me Sia vs. Mike Posner cover, is completely awesome! Or Black and Blue or My Black Sunshine or- well, you get the gist. Oh, it's Neon Hitch, great songwriter might I add.

AND A HUGE GINORMOUS SPECTACULAR FIREWORK WORTHY THANK YOU! To VampiresExplodeInLight for reviewing even though Max was super out of character.

Today's Random Piece of Information: Quote:

Therapy is about every kids nightmare when people are telling you that you need to get help but what all you really want is a hug.