Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a couple days. My parents were gone hunting all weekend leaving me with my 18 yr old sister and 20 yr old brother and they locked their room and the office is connected to their room with the only computer in the house in it, so yea, I'm back now and really eager to write the next chapter. I'm going to try to start the Fargo's party in this chapter but a good size of the plot is going to be in Fargo's so their will be plenty chapters to come with Fargo's. and 98 reviews! What! Incredible! Okay, let's go.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maximum Ride or a spare key to my parents' room. :'(

MPOV

Today is Saturday. A.K.A, big soccer game. A.K.A., Fargo's night. I woke up at around 12:30 and got brunch. I was almost expecting to see snow, but luckily it was just really windy and chili. I wouldn't put it past mother nature to bring snow in the middle of the game, though.

"Morning," I yawned as I trudged down the stairs.

My mother looked up at me from the couch where she was reading one of those home magazines that moms read, "Max, it's lunch time, not morning." I shrugged, it was all the same for me. My mom sighed, "You want an omelet?"

My head snapped towards her. Of course I did! I loved practically all food! "Yes!" I stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, it kind of was.

"Good, the stoves in the kitchen," my mom replied using the same tone I used, not once looking up from her magazine, instead she just flipped the page.

I stared at her, "Do you want me to burn down the house?" You see, I'm not the best cook.

Mom froze with flipping the page again as she thought about it, "There's Lucky Charms and a banana somewhere in the kitchen."

I nodded, cold cereal and fruit was better than burnt eggs.

I quickly poured my cereal and walked out to the living room, snatching a banana from the fruit bowl on the way there.

I kicked back on the deserted couch, my mom must've left somewhere, careful not to spill any milk on my red and black checkered pajamas and turned on the television with the remote. Seriously, how people lived without remotes, I'll never know.

I had just finished my 7th episode of Ridiculousness with Rob Dyrdek when my phone went off.

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me, well I guess I'll make my own way.

It's a circle, I mean cycle, I can't excite you any more-

"Hello," I answered, cutting off Paramore.

"Hey Max!" Angel's voice was heard through the speakers and I sat up a bit so I could talk easier.

"What's up?" I asked, she sounded excited. I heard some talking in the background that sounded like Nudge. Yup, definitely her, nobody else could keep on buzzing that long.

"The Flock and I were going to spend the night at Iggy and Nudge's after Fargo's tonight, watch'a think?"

I smiled, I was so glad that I got good friends so fast, "I think it sounds like fun."

"Great," Angel exclaimed, "Just bring your bag to Fargo's so you don't have to go back to your house afterwards and pack at night."

I agreed to it and we hung up. I glanced at the time on my cell. 4:00, I better get ready.

I shut off the T.V., reluctantly, a cat was about to get wind milled! You cant blame me! And headed up the stairs.

I stopped at my mom's door and heard silence behind it, so I continued down the hall and stopped at the bathroom.

My mother was wiping down the mirrors. "Hey mom. Are you coming to my game?"

My mom pulled back from the mirror and looked at me, "Of course, what kind of soccer mom would I be if I didn't?" I smiled at that, she was always the soccer mom of the team when I was younger.

"'Kay, oh, I'm going to be staying the night with my friends a couple doors down tonight so don't worry about picking me up from Fargo's."

My mom just nodded, already spraying her dirty rag again to wipe down the sink.

I headed to my room and grabbed my already packed soccer bag, I always keep that neat, and set it by the door.

Then I looked around the room for something I could use to hold my clothes and toiletries. I found shoulder bag that seemed to be made out of jean material and was big enough to hold my stuff. I quickly shoved in warm PJ's, warm outfit for tomorrow and my tooth brush and tooth paste, I figured that Nudge would let me use her hair brush if I needed to. I had to pack warm things, because, well, freezing to death in a blizzard isn't my idea of fun.

I grabbed both bags and hauled them down the stairs, depositing them by the front door. I wondered into the kitchen to grab a bottled water and apple for after the game and before Fargo's. My mom was already in the kitchen. She was on the phone and was writing down some notes on a piece of paper.

"Yea, okay. Don't worry, I'll be there. Uh-huh. Bye-bye." She hung up the phone and finished writing things down.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously as I leaned against the kitchen island, my mom was seated right across from me.

She took her hands from her head and looked up, "Do you think you could find your own ride to Fargo's after the game Max? Sharon from work just told me that they need some supplies from the warehouse to treat the animals. I'll only be leaving a little bit early from your game."

My mom is a veterinarian and is always called into work randomly to support her small, but popular, shop across town. I nodded understandingly, "Yeah, mom. I can find a ride and I'll tell you about my win tomorrow."

I smiled confidently at her as she shook her head in humor. The kitchen clock showed that I had 15 minutes to get to school for warm-ups and Ella came rushing down the stairs, "I'm ready!" she yelled from the front room.

She was dressed in a gray coat with a pink scarf around her neck and pink mittens with a pink beanie. She had on dark blue skinny jeans and black boots.

My mom pushed herself up from the table and told Ella the information she just told me. Then we went to the garage and hopped into the minivan that my mom has had since her early soccer mom days.

We pulled into the school parking lot and I jumped out before my mom could park. The van was going slow enough to do so easily.

Without losing momentum, I rushed up to the field, coach would not be happy at all if I were late for warm ups and I still needed to change.

I saw my team already gathered together in their black, red and white uniforms as they chatted easily.

I ran right past them, ignoring Iggy's yell of surprise at having whipped him in the face with my hair, and dashed into the girl's room, slamming the stall door shut and chancing a look at the time. I had 1 minute and a half to get out there.

I quickly stripped and pulled on the same uniform as the guys except in a girls' make. It was a bit tighter, but stretchy, easy to move in yet not dragging.

I silently thanked coach for thinking about cold weather and giving us black sweat-like skinny jean things to wear in stead of shorts with red down the side. You know, those sweat material that gets skinny at the bottom so you don't trip or drag?

I shoved my other clothes into my soccer bag and hid it in it's usual place. Then I threw my hair up into a high pony tail and deemed myself ready.

I raced out of the bathrooms and shoved past the other team. It was a team of all guys and they looked on with shocked faces as I ran past them in my uniform. Yea, they should be prepared to have their butt's whooped by a girl.

I screeched to a stop just as Coach blew his whistle for us to gather and stretch and nearly toppled over into Dylan from behind. Just great.

He whirled around at the impact and I quickly stepped back so that I wouldn't be too close to his fowl-ness.

He smirked when he saw me, "If you wanted a hug, Max, you could've just asked."

He opened his arms wide and I snorted, very lady like, "Not in your dreams, Dylan." my eyes hardened, sending the unhidden message that I really wasn't interested.

"Too late, Max. You are already in my dreams, in many different ways." He smirked and I raised my eyebrows at the nerve.

"Your ego is really too big for your own good," I commented and walked past him, casually. Except I wasn't able to.

He grabbed my left wrist with his right and pulled me back to him. I didn't like that too much and I sent a knife hand to his elbow, pushing it up to allow easy access under it and I managed to get the upper hand as I trapped his right arm behind his back and he was bent over from the strain.

"I thought I made this clear last time," I hissed in his ear, but loud enough that my now silent teammates could hear, "Do not touch me." I pushed him to the ground. He wasn't injured bad enough to not play.

"Wooo! Go Max!" I turned at Iggy's call and the rest of my team started cheering, even Coach had a satisfied smile on his face.

I smiled, overly sweetly, and curtsied like I actually was polite.

I looked behind me at the other team when I felt eyes on me and found all of them eyeing me in a disgusting fashion.

I narrowed my eyes at them and tilted my head towards Dylan, who was beginning to stand up. A silent warning that if they tried to hit on me, the same would happen to them.

They all turned away after that, wusses.

A throat clearing silenced the already dying down cheering.

"Okay, ten laps around the field just to get warmed up and then we can dribble and practice passes a little before the game starts.

We all nodded and started on the easy ten laps.

Every one finished in about 10 minutes and we dribbled and passed the ball in no real formation for the extra five minutes until the game started.

The referee was a balding man that was a bit stout, but he didn't look like a push-over. I was happy about that, I hated wimpy referees that didn't know what a foul was.

I hadn't been able to talk to any of my teammates, really, so it was a bit weird for me when Fang stepped up for the beginning. I don't know why, I just hadn't seen him yet.

The captain from the other team was about

Fang's size with a nasty snarl on his face. Fang didn't seem concerned about that. He had no reason to be. When the referee blew the whistle, Fang was like a shadow as he stole the ball and took off down the field. This team wasn't going to be easy, though. Another kid managed to blow by and gain control of the ball.

Josh quickly intersected him, though, like he did to me and passed it towards his brother. Matt was nimble on his feet and dodged an oncoming forward. He was close to the goal now and took the shot.

A defensive, unfortunately, blocked it and sent it back out to the field, towards a teammate near me. I saw my chance and intersected the ball's path, taking control and dribbling to the goal again.

I was soon surrounded by other players, though and I quickly looked around for a opening, I spotted Fang right by the goal waving his hands to get my attention.

I twisted around, causing the circle of players to lose their form for a millisecond as they followed my move, that was all I needed, though. I bounced the ball into the air and hit it with my knee, and then to my head where I performed a perfect head shot towards Fang, who smoothly muffled the impact with his firm chest and sent it flying to the goal before the other team got a clue as to what was happening.

The referee blew the whistle, indicating a goal and the circle of boys around me looked to their goal, shocked that they had somehow messed up in surrounding me.

I ran past their shocked forms and high-fived Fang.

No words were exchanged between us as we smiled at each other a bit at our awesome team work and then headed back to the middle of the field, waiting for the goalie of the other team to kick it back in.

As the game went on, I realized that I really didn't give these other guys as much props as I should've. They managed to catch up with us, and even pull ahead on goals, once. It was a close call and we were tied as the last play came around.

We had just made a goal and the scores were even, if we lost this game, it might send us on a losing streak for the whole season, that is Coach's philosophy, and so everyone was a bit stressed as we got out heads in the zone.

The goalie sent a good kick to the ball, sending it into the air and straight towards his team.

They easily took control and headed our way.

Phil managed to steal the ball out from under their noses and sent an easy pass towards Dylan. I silently prayed that Dylan wouldn't be conceited again and try to get to the end of the field by himself, because that just wasn't happening.

Luckily, Dylan decided no to be a pain and passed it to Iggy who took off. Only to be intercepted by another player.

This time, Malcolm was after the kid, and boy was that kid a bit scared, he lost control of the ball for a second at the fierce look on the big guy's face and Jacob slipped the ball from in between his legs.

He didn't get too far before the team captain took over.

Him and Fang obviously don't get along very well in this game and so I wasn't surprised when Fang took off after him.

I ran towards the goal, waiting to kick it in once somebody was able to pass it to me.

Fang gained control of the ball by seemingly dancing in between the guy's legs and making him lose focus.

The momentum of the rolling ball sent it into a rolling spiral to our goal, and without the drag of the ball between his feet, Fang caught up to it 6 feet away from me and the goal. We had learned that this goalie was very good, though, so he couldn't straight shoot it into the goal like the first time. So he tapped the ball into the air and sent a good kick towards me. This wasn't a maneuver that I had head but it, or chest bump, but I jumped into the air. My body turning in a horizontal spiral as I kicked my leg out and sent the ball flying into the goal, right out of the goalie's reach.

I landed a bit unevenly on the grass and took a step back so that I wouldn't tip over.

I froze, breathing hard. I hadn't done that maneuver in a while, it felt nice.

The crowd seemed shocked for a moment before they erupted into cheers and I felt Iggy's white arms wrap around me as he yelled and whooped happily.

Malcolm came up behind me, "Max! That was great!" He yelled.

I smiled at him, until he started picking me up, I love heights, I just hate being on someone's shoulder or above their heads and I screamed.

"Malcolm! You pick me up, and I will make sure your life is miserable!"

He took the hint and plopped me back on he ground and wrapped me in a bear hug.

He then left to go congratulate the other teammates a couple yards away from me. They all started heading to the changing rooms, yeah, the boys have changing rooms for soccer, but girls don't.

I caught sight of a dark figure and looked at Fang as he passed me, silently.

"Hey Fang! Wait up!" I called and he paused and looked back at me, long enough for me to catch up.

"Good shot." I complimented.

He shrugged, a hint of a smirk on his face as he kept walking.

I paused where I was, wasn't he supposed to compliment me too?

"You know, when somebody compliments you, you usually compliment them back." I commented as I watched him walk away, my anger was growing by the moment and Fang turned around and held out his arms in a questioning stance, his smirk more pronounced as he voiced back.

"Who's rule?"

I narrowed my eyes at his snaky comment and stomped up to him. Stopping a little less than a foot away so that he could easily see the anger in my eyes, "Well, when I compliment you, it's nice to compliment me back." I said in a deadly calm voice.

Fang's smirk turned into a small smile as he leaned down by my ear, as if telling a secret, except I don't think the person getting told a secret usually shivers at their breath.

"You're cute when you're mad," he spoke in a whisper and pulled back as I froze in shock, a bit dazed. He winked at me before turning away and heading into the boys' changing room.

Well, not exactly the compliment I was looking for, I pondered silently, but it will do.

With that, I headed into the bathrooms. The bleachers were already empty, save for Ella who followed me into the bathrooms.

"That was so cool Max, I haven't seen you do that move in a long time." She spoke as she leaned against the sink's counter.

I stepped into my stall and grabbed my bag, closing the door behind me.

"Yeah, I just knew that a straight shot wasn't going to do it, and I haven't had a good pass like that since my Freshman girl's team back home."

I slipped off my shin guards and then pants, exchanging them for my black skinny jeans.

Next my team shirt came off, revealing my black tank top. I always had to have a tank top on under and shirts.

I pulled on the shirt I had discarded earlier which was a casual Taekwondo shirt that I got from a completion I was at years back, that reminded me. I needed to go to the gym soon to brush up on my skills. The shirt was originally just black t-shirt with a gold design of a girl doing a perfect side kick. But after Ella got a hold of it last year, she cut it so that the sleeves didn't go down as far and cut the sides underneath the arms into strips so that she could time them together to make it tighter, but still comfortable.

I was pissed at first, but then realized that I actually liked it.

I pulled on my black and white Converse and threw on my black, plain zip up jacket of which I zipped up half way.

I stepped out of the stall and was surprised to find that Angel and Nudge had joined my sister in the bathroom.

I don't know how they managed to keep Nudge quiet and surprise me, but I really wish they hadn't. They attacked me with a hair brush and sat me down on the toilet seat before I could even get a word in.

"What are you guys doing?" I demanded as Ella ripped my hair tie out and Angel started brushing my brownish hair, Nudge was babbling on about a braid or something.

"You are not going to Fargo's with your hair like that Max, we just want to do something different with it, it wont take long, I promise.

I sighed and leaned back. When these three girls got together with beauty products, it wasn't a good sight, so I decided to just endure it, as long as they didn't put any make-up on my face.

I rolled my eyes when Angel produced a spray bottle from her purse. Seriously, who carried a water spray bottle in a purse. You have got to be kidding me.

Luckily, they didn't take long, five minutes or so, and the end result was actually really cool.

It was a weird braid, water fall braid I think it's called.

And it zigzagged down my back, letting the rest of my hair hang loosely in slight waves from drying in the air as it always does.

When they finally deemed myself ready, I burst out of the bathroom and breathed in dramatically, "Air!" I cried.

I heard a chuckle and looked up to find only Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy left behind.

"Did everyone already leave?" I asked as I pulled myself to my feet and brushed off my black jacket.

"Yeah, we are all riding in Fang's car," Iggy replied.

I nodded, but then realized something, "Fang," I turned towards him, "Your car only has five seats."

Fang froze and looked at Iggy who frowned, they didn't think about that, I guess.

"Really?" I questioned, "Wow, you guys are stupid."

Iggy shrugged, "Nudge will just sit on Gazzy's lap and Ella will sit on my lap-let's go Ella!" Iggy said the last part so fast that I almost didn't catch it and he grabbed my little sister's hand and pulled her to the car as Ella laughed and shouted at him that I was going to kill him.

"I will Iggy!" I threatened and started after him as Nudge and Gazzy and Angel took after them as well.

Then I felt a warm, strong arm wrap around my waist and felt Fang's warm breath near my ear, "It's either that, or you sit on my lap and Iggy drives." He whispered in my ear and I froze.

I turned towards him slowly, making sure to take a small step back so that we didn't touch noses or anything else on our faces, "You wouldn't," I challenged."

Fang nodded, "I would," He told me, matter of factly.

I shook my head, "You can't make me."

Fang chuckled darkly and suddenly I wasn't on the ground anymore. I was over Fang's shoulder, my skinny jean clad butt ride to the side of his face as he shouted out to Iggy, "Change of plans Igs!"

"Fang! Put me down! Do not do this!"

Fang went on as if he didn't hear me or feel my hands pounding on his back, "You drive, Max sits on my lap!"

I heard Iggy laugh wildly as he responded, "Done, Ella can sit on my lap another time, I am not missing this."

I screamed in rage, "Iggy! I will castrate you!"

"Max, stop with the threats, you know you love Iggy too much to do that." Fang stated, confidently.

"Yes, but I wouldn't hesitate to do it to you!" I answered. I don't think I really would, but he doesn't have to know that.

"No you wouldn't, Max. Because you loooooove me." I froze. I was going to kill Ella.

"Ella!" I shrieked, Fang was almost to the car at this point.

Let me explain, a few nights ago, I had a weird dream about being sedated with hospital drugs and for some reason Fang was right there next to me. In my dream, I told him that I loooooved him this much and apparently I talk in my sleep.

Ella decided that it would be funny to record it and I suppose she didn't delete it when I told her to.

Before Ella could answer, Fang was sliding into the passenger seat, pulling me into his lap and pulling the buckle over me which made me even closer to him.

Iggy was chuckling silently from beside me in the drivers seat as Nudge sat in Gazzy's lap in the back seat behind Fang and I.

Angel was right next to them in the middle and Ella was cowering behind the driver's seat as I sent a glare at her in the passenger mirror.

"Lighten up, Max. I wont do anything," Fang reassured me, all teasing gone from his voice as he realized that I really didn't like this.

It wasn't that I was sitting in his lap that I hated, he was actually quit comfortable, but it was because I felt defenseless and I hated that feeling. I knew Fang wouldn't take advantage of me.

Over the past few weeks, I haven't once seen him act like a player or accept a suggestion from a girl at school. I still didn't know what to make of him, though.

At the moment, I decided the best thing to do was wait, though. I sighed and relaxed. I felt Fang bury his face in my hair a bit and felt a smile on his lips, "Better?" I asked so quietly that no body else could hear.

I nodded silently, afraid that if I spoke, I might say something stupid, like how warm I felt with Fang's arms wrapped around me.

I tuned out any noise the rest of the drive as I fell into my thoughts.

I didn't miss the fact that the wind picked up, though, or that little flakes of snow from earlier were gradually growing in size and quantity.

We parked in front of Fargo's and hopped out. I admit that I hated the cold that surrounded me now that I was out of Fang's arms. But I wasn't just going to run back to them, no, that would make me even more defenseless.

So instead, I just pulled my jacket closer to me and ran inside, the rest of the Flock following.

Inside, I was hit with warm air and the mouthwatering scent of fresh baked pizza. How I love Italian food.

We didn't need help from the Waiter to find our team. They were loud enough and the place was empty except for us and a couple of workers, I suppose everyone else stayed inside with news of the blizzard tonight.

Our team was on the upper level in a large area, usually reserved for birthday parties and such.

We climbed up the slightly winding stair case and walked across that ledge thing that was built to separate the private place with doors and our team from the casual part. In the middle of the ledge, there was a couple of wax made dummies dressed in olden clothes and blocked off with glass and the railing for the ledge.

It made sense that they would have olden day people in here. This restaurant was made to look and feel haunted all year round.

Their were mirrors all over the place which lighted up in random places with the number we got at the beginning to show that our food was ready before slowly fading out. It was amazing. There was also an arcade down stairs with a whole bunch of games.

As the Flock and I walked up, I noticed that nearly everyone was already done with their pizzas and wondered exactly how long it took us to get here after them.

Josh and the rest of the team looked up at us as we sat down, 'You couldn't have gotten here a bit earlier? Everyone is almost done and we are heading out soon, the place will close soon, too, but Coach got it so that you guys could stay until you're done."

I sighed and explained, "The girls ambushed me to do my hair and then we had to decided how the….seating arrangements in the jeep were going to work."

"Hey, it's not my fault you cant live with it," Iggy burst out as he stuffed his face with a second pizza since we had gotten there.

I rolled my eyes and noted how Malcolm, Phil, and Jacob weren't there, "Where's Malcolm, Phil, and Jacob?" I asked. I wished it was Dylan gone instead of Malcolm or Jacob. I was disgusted with the way he was eyeing me across the table.

"They already left. They didn't want to get caught in the blizzard and they already finished."

I raised my eyebrows at this, people were already gone? Then I saw Matt stand up from the table and tap Josh's shoulder, showing him his phone and what looks like a text.

Josh sighed and stood up to, looking down at me, he said, "Sorry, but my mom wants us home, she's a freak with weather, always scared that we will die of lightning or a tornado and all that junk. I'll see you guys on Monday."

We all nodded, even Nudge was silent and with a look at her, I saw that she was stuffing her face as well. How do we all eat so much?

Josh and Matt left with a goodbye from Coach and the Flock and silence from Dylan.

Unfortunately, Dylan couldn't stay silent for long, "You want to come home with me, Max? My parents are gone for the weekend and you will have a lot of fun."

I resisted the urge to puke, Coach didn't hear because he was on the phone on the other side of the room. Angel was too focused texting on her phone underneath the table. Nudge and Gazzy were deep in conversation and Iggy and Ella seemed to be watching something on Iggy's ipod with earphones in.

However, I did feel Fang tense beside me at Dylan's suggestion and I found comfort in the fact that he would stick up for me if the creep didn't leave me alone.

"I think I'll pass," I smirked an overly big smirk that showed my disgust a bit as well.

Dylan shrugged, "Okay, just give me call if you decide to stop playing hard to get." He slid out of his seat and started towards the door.

"Don't hold your breath," I mumbled as the door shut behind him.

I looked at Fang and he looked as if he wanted to tell me something. It was then that I realized that his arm was on the top of the booth behind me, not quit touching my shoulders, but enough for me to feel the heat. It took me a lot of self control to not just snuggle into his warm side, but I resisted.

Coach walked up to the table and grabbed his jacket in a rush, "I've got to go, kids. Family emergency. I already got the bill covered so just finish eating and stay safe. I will see you kids on Monday."

He too was then out of the restaurant and the rest of the Flock looked up, just realizing that we were the only one's left.

They all shrugged and Gazzy shout out, "More pizza for us!"

And then they dove to the pizza and started eating the rest, myself and Fang included. We had to eat too.

By the time the pizza was all gone, is was around 7:30 and it seemed that only the owner of the restaurant was left. Coach must've been good friends with him, because he socialized with us and talked about Coach and him in college and stuff.

We were just getting ready to leave when I actually glanced out the window for the first time since we got there, "Holy Crow!" I exclaimed and ambled up to the window to get a better look.

The rest of the Flock followed me eagerly and looked out at the sight.

The blizzard had definitely hit. You could barely see 2 feet in front of you and from what we could see, the snow seemed to have built up to 3 or 4 feet in the road. And don't even get me started on how much was on the sidewalk.

The owner, Jack, turned on the T.V. at the bar and switched to the chanel to the news.

"The blizzard has hit hard," a announcer spoke from a station, "We suggest that no one go outside until at least tomorrow afternoon. All the roads are closed and there have been several reports on accidents on the few roads that are not closed-"

My phone started ringing in my pocket, cutting off my hearing and concentration from the news as I stepped aside to answer it. The caller I.D. said 'MOM'.

I pressed talk, "Yea?"

"Max! Are you still at Fargo's?" my mom's frantic voice came threw the phone.

"Yea, we are still here," I answered calmly.

"Okay," she sighed in relief, "You guys stay their until tomorrow afternoon or when the news says it's safe, you hear me?"

I nodded, then remembered that she couldn't see me, "Yea, mom. We will, we were just watching it, too. Pretty nasty."

My mom started talking again, but static filled her voice and I had to strain my ears to catch that she was telling me to keep my phone charged and not to lose my charger.

"Mom," I voiced, plugging one ear in an attempt to understand her better, "You're breaking up, I promise I will keep my phone charged, I have to go."

"What, Max. Your breaking up," I caught fragments of her sentence and decided that since the conversation wasn't going anywhere that it was done.

I took the phone away from my ear and clicked end.

"Ella, we are staying her until tomorrow, all of us, if that's alright, Jack?" I ended my information in a question towards the owner.

"Why of course," Jack answered, "I wouldn't even dream of you guys trying to go anywhere else. Feel free to roam, just don't break anything and I will keep the heater on tonight so that you may not need any blankets."

We nodded our agreement and Jack walked down a hall and into his office.

I looked around at my friends, "Now what?" I questioned.

Nudge's face broke into a huge smile, "Let's play truth or dare!" I saw her glance at Iggy briefly and was slightly scared at the evil glint in her eye.

I shook my head, "I don't know-"

Iggy cut me off, "All in favor of playing truth or dare?" I was disappointed to see everyone except Fang and I raise their hands.

"Those opposed!" Gazzy finished the vote and I just sent a glare his way.

"Great! So we are all on the same page!" Ella exclaimed and plopped down onto the floor of a spacious area where the tables had been put away for the night.

Everyone else followed her lead and I sighed, no fighting it. I sat down last and asked, "So, who's going first?"

Angel raised her hand and turned to Iggy, "Truth or Dare?" She asked.

Iggy snorted, "Dare, of course!"

Angel barely thought of it before telling him his dare, "I dare you to have Ella sit on your lap for the remainder of the game and if Max castrates you, so be it."

Iggy froze, then slowly patted his lap, keeping a weary eye on myself. I rolled my eyes, since Angel suggested it, I would go along with it. She was too sweet to get mad at.

Iggy sighed on relief and relaxed with Ella on his lap when he saw I wasn't going to kill him.

I looked at Gazzy, "Truth or Dare?"

Gazzy shrugged, "Dare."

Iggy stroked an invisible goatee and then snapped his fingers in a cliché way, I was almost afraid that a light bulb would appear above his head, "I dare you to walk around the restaurant with your eyes closed to see if it is difficult to be blind."

Gazzy shrugged at the seemingly easy dare and started off smoothly, until, of course, he got to the stairs. He didn't make it very far before limping back to us and begrudgingly admitting defeat.

He then turned to Nudge, beside him, "Truth or Dare?"

Nudge smiled, "Truth."

Gazzy didn't even have to think for very long, "How long have you like me?"

Nudge blushed, "I've liked you since we met in first grade and you stole my pretty pink pencil and I kicked you in the balls, but I thought you were really cute."

I raised my eyebrows at the irony. That's how they met?

Gazzy smiled happily and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Ew! Gazzy! Not in front of me!" Angel exclaimed, pulling the back of Gazzy's shirt collar.

He sighed and looked at Nudge who nodded and looked at me, "Max, truth or dare?"

I froze, she could get me to do some pretty nasty stuff if I chose dare and she seemed to have something up her sleeve, I played it safe, "Truth."

Nudge looked thoughtful for a minute, "Do you want to go out with Fang?"

I became defensive, I wasn't going to admit anything if I didn't want to, "If I wanted to go out with Fang, I would!" I stated.

Fang backed me up, "Yea, and if I wanted to kiss Max, I would!"

"Exactly, and if I wanted-" I wasn't able to finish my statement.

At that moment, Fang turned my head and crashed his lips to mine.

Awww! I couldn't wait to do that part! I loved it! I think it turned out pretty good! Gotta love Fax! Okay! Review and we will pick up right where they left off in the next chapter. I don't own Paramore, either. I just really like that song. It's called Ignorance. Look it up! Okay! I have to go eat grilled cheese! Review!