This one is all thanks to the reviewer, IDEAS. The picture in my head for this was so funny, and I needed a good laugh.

Sadly, this story has only one more chapter. BUT, I've been working on my other story (The Apocalypse) if you've read it, and if you haven't, go check it out! I've also been working on various oneshots for HP, the Last Airbender, and Percy Jackson. So if you like those books/show, keep an eye out!

Also, Fang is a teensy bit OC in here. Oh, well.


The First Driving Lesson:

Setting: Doesn't really have an actual place in the books, but I guess you could put it a few months and/or years after Max (as if ANGEL and FANG never happened.) Contains: Playful, non-angsty, implied FAX.

"Now put the car in drive and we'll pull out onto the road." Jeb instructed from the passenger seat of the car.

"Shut up, Jeb. I know what I'm doing." Max said, a determined look on her face as she slowly let her foot off the brake.

Jeb ignored her and turned to Fang, who was sitting in the backseat. "Make sure you pay attention, Fang. You'll be doing the same exact thing Max is."

"Uh huh."

The occupants of the car jerked forward as the car suddenly slammed to a stop. "Oops, my bad." Max said, backing up and away from the mailbox she dented.

Jeb pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is going to be a long day."


"You know, if we would have made a drinking game out of how many times Max almost crashes into something, we would all be completely drunk by now." Fang said as Max swiftly turned a corner, making him slam into the door. "Ow." He rubbed his shoulder.

Max grit her teeth. "This is my first time driving; give me a break."

"Technically it's not. Remember that car we put together in that junk yard a few years ago?"

She blinked. "Oh, yeah."

"Slow down, Max." Jeb instructed.

Max slowed.

"You can go a little faster than that. The speed limit's thirty miles per hour." He said, pointing to a sign on the side of the road.

"You just told me to slow down."

"Now you're going too slowly. Go a bit faster." He told her, gesturing forward.

A few seconds passed as Max sped up.

"See, now you're going too fast. The speed limit is thirty."

"Well, make up your damn mind!" She said, slowing again.

A few minutes passed.

"You're going too slow again."

"JEB!"


"Now remember. If there's a bird in the middle of the road, DO NOT swerve to get out of the way. A bird will always move if there's a car coming. ALWAYS."

"Yeah, yeah. I know that already."

"Max, I'm serious."

"I know. I am too. 'Birds will always move.' It's one of the most basic rules of driving."

"Max…"

"Jeb, I got this."

He shook his head and checked his seatbelt again as Max turned the corner into the next street. "Whatever you say, Maximum. Whatever you say."


Max was angry. She was absolutely livid. Her knuckles were white from clutching the steering wheel so hard, her cheeks were flushed from embarrassment, and she was seeing red.

And it was all because of Mr. Back-Seat Driver, who was currently bent over laughing at her mistake.

"Would you shut up?" She nearly growled. "You're making me lose my concentration!"

"Can't lose what you never had!" Fang said, trying to take a breath through his laughter. "Your reaction was just too priceless!" This started a new round of laughter from him and out of the corner of her eye, Max saw Jeb crack a smile too.

"Shut up." Max said weakly.

"You have to admit it was pretty funny." Jeb said, directing her to turn left. "Not two seconds after I specifically tell you not to swerve for birds, we turn onto a new street; you see a bird and yell, 'A BIRD!' Then swerve, almost hitting two people, might I add."

"Well, they shouldn't have been in the road."

"They were on the crosswalk."

Fang snorted. "I bet that's a mistake they'll never make again."

"Fang!"


"Maybe a little more practice will do for you, young lady." Said the police officer, shaking Jeb's hand. "Good luck."

"Thank you officer." Jeb said, sighing as he rolled up the window and watched the police officer get into his car and zoom away past them. "Max…"

"Not one word." She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Fang trying to hold back laughter. "Not. One. Word." She glared at him and he raised up his hands in protest.

"I didn't say anything," he smirked, "young lady."

Max's knuckles turned white again from her grip on the steering wheel. "Can I kill him?" She turned and asked Jeb.

"No. Try this: Pretend that there is an eggshell under the gas pedal. If you push it too much, the egg will break."

"Eggshell, my ass."

"Max, you were going fifty in a thirty-five zone."

"You told me to speed up!"

"Not that much!" he sighed. "You know, maybe we should let Fang have a turn now."

"Ha! I'd like to see him do better than I did."


"Max?"

"Leave me alone."

"Come on, Max."

"Drop it."

"Stop pouting." Jeb fussed at her. "It's no big deal that Fang is a better driver than you."

Max glared at him and shrunk down in her seat angrily. "Hmph." She ignored Fang's playful smirk in the rearview mirror and glared angrily out the window, startling various passerby.

"It's not fair." She mumbled, slouching in her seat again and glaring at one of the stop signs that Fang stopped at perfectly.

"Some people just don't have what it takes."

"Shut-up. I wasn't talking to you." Max snapped.

"Jealous much?" Fang responded as he turned off the highway and into their neighborhood.

"No," She muttered as Jeb complimented Fang again.

"Great job, now just turn right down here."

Max made a face.

"One more turn then pull straight into the driveway."

Max watched in angry shock as Fang pulled perfectly into the driveway, completely missing the mailbox and put the car in park without any effort at all.

"That's so unfair!" Max said, slamming the car door as she got out. "He cheated!"

Fang tossed the keys to Jeb. "I didn't cheat. You're just mad because I'm a better driver than you are." He turned his back on her and walked into the house casually, as if they hadn't just been through the entire neighborhood, been stopped by a cop, and had almost been in various wrecks.

Max just stared, speechless, glancing from Fang's retreating back to Jeb who patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay, we can try again another day."

Max crossed her arms and followed him into the house, mumbling under her breath with every step.

"Next time, let's go without him."