I FEEL STUPID!! I just now noticed how the poll wasn't up. Oh well I don't really think I need it right now so I'm gonna change it. Anyways, I'm so sorry for the wait but there's a virus on my computer that I'm almost positive I didn't put on it... this time... so yeah... but the better news is that my internets back up. For now. But I think I'm gonna go back to the 'two before posting' thing just so you guys don't have to wait

as long for chapters. But its gonna take a while to get 10, 11 and 12 finished so just bare with me.

OK. Thanks to all that reviewed. And also to those who asked Evil some questions. Oh and another thing... um... aw I forgot. Oh right, I think. Soon I'm going to do a review count so whoever has the top three number of reviews (Evil you don't count, cuz you'll be answering questions or already know the prize.) #1 get's a excerpt of a chapter sent to them via... email, internet who cares? #2 get's to know what happens in the next chapter and #3 get's the fun part, he/she get's to think of an idea/character or tell me his/her name and that idea/character/name gets put into the story. YAY! That sounds cool enough. Anyways here's the chapter.


Chapter 9

Fang's P.O.V.

We were waiting at school the next Monday. Me, Iggy and Max had gotten there slightly early. And by 'slightly early' I mean almost an hour before anyone-teachers included- came. Why we were here- at school!- so early, you ask? Well for two reasons , really. Reason 1 is to get the H4H tally(Help For Haiti!). Reason two is so we can tell someone our great news. The last hour consisted of me and Max playing Beer Pong ™ on my iPod touch (I have it on mine. But my brother took it to Florida for a week so I can't play. He better not lose it...) and Iggy playing music on his. We also sang a few songs to try and wake us up. Max was still kinda out of it for a while but snapped out of it.

Iggy got up off of the pipe he was sitting on. Me and Max looked at him as he walked over to the grass. He crouched down onto his back and started doing his daily sit ups. Max rolled her eyes as I watched him do a few, deciding with myself whether or not I was going to join him. After a moment I got up too and headed over to him. Max followed, probably not wanting to be left alone. I crouched a few feet away from him and began doing sit ups too. Iggy smirked at my agreeing and I rolled my eyes. Max went over to the bench about four feet away from our shoes and had my iPod in her hands, her fingers tapping it to a beat. I assumed she was playing either Tap, Tap Revenge™ or Rock Band™. (BTW: I have both those games!) Iggy and I continued our exercise until the 'VVRROOMM' of a car startled us. We looked up to see a red Honda Civic pulling into the driveway. The VP stepped out of it and headed towards the front doors, not noticing us.

"Ms. Wagner! Ms. Wagner!" We shouted, running up to her. She flinched and turned around.

"Wow, guys are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She said smiling. "Why are you here so early? Its only 7:20." She asked checking her watch.

"We needed the H4H numbers. And we have awesome news to tell everyone. Not to be braggers or anything." Iggy answered shrugging. Ms. W. nodded as three more cars entered the driveway. Mr. Jones, freshman math, stepped out of one. Mr. McCabe, junior/senior science, stepped out of the next one. Ms. Coop, the drama/language arts, stepped out of the last one and went to her trunk. I looked back to Iggy.

"Yeah so where was I? Oh right... our cool news. So remember how we were going to audition for the Olympics right?" Ms. Wagner nodded. "Well, guess what." Max cut him off.

"We made it! We're going to the call backs." She looked at Iggy. "You were taking too long."

"Oh shut up." Iggy joked. "But since we are going that means we have to go and perform in front of the judges that were there, plus the IAOC (that stands International Auditions for the Olympic Committee. Not a real... acronym.) and his brother! Talk about pressure." I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. In the corner of my eye I saw Ms. Coop fumble with the boxes she was holding. I ran over to her and caught the box that was tipping. She smiled at me and I agreed to help her carry them inside. She nodded and we entered the school.

"So what's in these anyways?" I asked as we walked through the empty hallways, my voice echoing even though I was talking quietly.

"Well in that one," She replied, motioning her head to the box I was carrying. "is some of the stuff we need for language today. And in this one is more costume designs and such for this year's play. Do you think you're gonna try out again. You were really good last year." Ahh yes, just another fact about yours truly, I can act. And if I do say so myself, I do a pretty damn good job, too. But that doesn't mean I do it all the time. Just thought I'd let you know. I shrugged.

"I'll think about it. Lot's going on right now." She nodded and it was quiet for a while until we got to a (medal? Metal? ...metal?) door..3

"I just have to put this in there and we can get that one to my room." I nodded as she opened the door and disappeared onto the stage. I waited for her to return and we went to her classroom. She unlocked the door and pointed to a desk. I nodded and placed the box on it and put my hands in my pockets. We entered the hallway again and started walking, the sound of our shoes clicking against the floor the only sound.

"So what's this about an audition I hear roaming the school?" Ms. Coop asked, breaking the silence. I smirked.

"Wow. You heard too?" She nodded. "Yeah. Um... do you know Denis McNeal? Somehow he found this audition thing to be at- in the ceremonies for the 2010 Olympics. So we filled it out, auditioned, and now we're going to the finals." I shrugged, "nothing big, really. It's just Canada." (Just Canada? Just Canada!?! How can he say that?! It's not just CANADA!!! We have BEAVERS!!! And Maple Syrup.) She shrugged and nodded.

"Do you think you guys can go all the way?" She asked as we turned a corner. The door were down this hall. I thought about the question and the judges and finally answered when we stepped outside.

"Yeah. One of the judges came up to us after. She said we had a pretty good chance because the rest of the judges really liked us. So I guess but it all depends on the guy from the IAOC." Was my reply as we made our way over to Iggy and Ms. Wagner.

"-and you could really tell he was uncomfortable, like he-" Iggy stopped, noticing we were coming.

"Oh no, go ahead. I don't care." He looked at me nervously then at Max.

"Um... yeah you could tell he really didn't like her." I shrugged.

"Well. That's... interesting. But good job all of you. There's half an hour till the teachers should be here. 45 till the students. What are you gonna do?" Mr. Jones asked, and the three of us shrugged. "Well one of you could find the HFH stuff, and the other two could may as well prepare. Organize something, go to the library even." We each looked at one another.

"I'll go get the informational stuff. You guys meet me in the graphic novel section." Iggy said Me and Max both nodded and headed into the school, soon followed by Ig, Mrs. Wagner, and Mr. Jones. Me and Max raced towards the north stairs and ran up them, two at a time. In the end she won because my shoe flew off. Oops. We opened the doors to the library and Max found the switch. We had the whole room to ourselves. Hmm, what to do? I know. I led Max over to the graphic novel section and leaned against the shelf. Pulling out a book I began looking at the pictures. What? Cut me some slack I had already read the book and it a comic book. Expect it.

"Really, Fang?" I looked up at her, she was standing over me with her arms crossed. I smiled dumbly and nodded.

"Yeah... about what?" She sighed and lifted herself onto the table beside her.

"If you haven't noticed," she waved her arms around for effect, "We're alone..." I smirked and put the book down and stood up and leaned over her, my hands supporting me.

"And..?" She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck. I smiled and leaned closer.

"And you're going to spend it reading?"

"Well... I want to be good. You should try it sometimes, you get away with so much more." I said smartly-sounding. (But it's true. You do.)

"Nah. That would involve... what was it again..?Oh right. Reading. And being good. All the time. Nah. Just wouldn't work. I'll try it sometime though. Just not now." I raised an eyebrow.

"Now back to the reading thing." She said leaning in more, so we were only centimetres away.

"Well. I was going to but now I have something else in mind."With that I closed the distance between us. (Ugh. That sounded like something from a sappy soap opera. Geez.) As I deepened the kiss someone cleared their throat. Max and I instantly separated and Max hit her head from the chairs that were stacked neatly behind her. I covered my smirk and awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck. Mrs. Wagner, and Iggy were standing in the library doors. Iggy was trying hard not burst out laughing. And not doing the greatest job at it. I looked back at Mrs. Wagner.

"Did *chuckle* did we *chuckle* interrupt something?" Iggy finally broke and clutched his stomach and slid down the wall laughing.

"Uh kinda." I barely heard Max mutter.

"Is there something you two would like to say?" She said sternly. I looked at Max. She shook her head quickly.

"Not really." I said innocently. "Is there something you two would like to say."

'Um... I guess not."

"Then there's nothing to say is there." I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I guess not." She was confused. I could tell. But now see this is why people don't yell at me. They can't even argue. Well Iggy can. And I guess my mom too. Dad not so much. But anyways, I'd find a way to turn the question on them then out smart them. Iggy is the exact opposite. I don't even bother arguing with him. He argues with you then drags you down to his stupidity level, then he uses his experience do over stupid you. Then somehow ends up winning. (I've been told I do that. I do both really. If I'm in a happy mood then I'd be Iggy. If I'm bored out of my head it would be more of a Fang.) I looked at Max again.

"Nothing here." She raised her arms up in defence. We had made our way over to her and Iggy.

"What's going on here?" A light voice asked. We all turned to the door, standing there was Ms. Amana, the librarian. Beside her was Mr. Richman, the gym teacher.

"Fang and Maxie were sitting on the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!" Iggy sang up like a freaking school kid. I rolled my eyes and saw Max blush.

"It wasn't a tree dimwit. It was a table." I said smartly. Ok so here comes round one of Fang VS. Iggy. Who's gonna win. Logic or Stupidity?

"Oh well... table are made from trees. Thus (really Ig. Who says that anymore!) it's a tree, Smarty Pants." He said sophisticatedly. (WOW!!! Big Word!)

"Is this true Fang?" Mr. Richman asked.

"No." I said flatly.

"You LIAR!!" Iggy yelled pointing at me.

"The table is made of metal. Or like a hard pl- wait no, it's metal. So not a tree." I smirked triumphantly at Iggy. I called it my Superiority Smirk. Something I was famous for.

Mr. R rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"Well it's not like it's a bad thing. Aren't you the one that's always telling me to get more interactive? And I was. In-fact I'd even call it..." I was interrupted by Iggy.

"Clearly and loudly in a very deep make out session with Max?" Iggy asked, and I saw max blush harder.

"Communicating," I corrected. "With Max. You never said how I had to do it." I said to Mr. Richman. "But do you want us to find a different way. Because I hear talking through your heads makes people look weird. But we can do that to. For example." I looked at Iggy then he nodded and then I looked at Max. Iggy got up and brushed himself off. He looked at his watch then rubbed his hands together.

"Well, folks," he started. "This how thing has been... fun but we gotta go now."

As they made their way past the teachers, I looked at Mr. Richman again, "See I told you so." He smirked inwardly.


We interrupt this chapter for a very important announcement:

Me: I got FANG!!!!!!!!!! *uncharacteristic-like girlish scream*

Fang: I guess you liked it. *rolls eyes*

Me: Oh... right. Your... yeah *Awkward silence.*

Fang: *smirks* You owe me big.

Me: Figures. You can't even talk about a book based on you without... ya know what. Fine. Now leave.

Fang: Later. *walks out*

Me: Ok. Now that he's gone back to the interruption. It's official. I... HATE school. I mean I think my teachers are out to get me or something. I mean like this one time...

Fang: Um... yeah if you haven't noticed... we have a chapter to finish. Let's go!!!

Me: huh? Oh right. 'K. *runs out.*


We slipped past the teachers and ran- well Max ran, me and Iggy hopped over the rail- down the stairs. We looked out the window and saw busses coming in and kids standing around, then opened the doors. I saw Darry and Nudge standing with two other girls and Chester. Darry was talking to one of the girls quietly. Nudge was looking at Darry's iPod. Darry made eye contact with me and I nodded. Iggy held his fist out to Nudge.

"Hey what's up." He said as she hit with hers and he smiled. I faintly saw her face redden and almost rolled my eyes. But then; who am I to mock? I mean go read the first four chapters. I shouldn't be talking. I'll get max to do it. I nudge her and she looked up from my iPod.

"Why do you still have that. Never-mind, but talk to Nudge. She likes Iggy; see. And I could tell you he likes her back. So go... Now. Hurry." I shooed her off and she stuck her tongue out at me. Darry looked at me again.

"We have a practice after school. Remember? Game on Friday." He asked. I nodded.

"against who?" Iggy said flipping a pen around his fingers. Josh and Zoey (his sister we didn't know he had until grade eight.) came out of Josh's car.

"Uh... Law Field. Their supposed to be really fast. Like NASCAR fast."

"Max, you coming?" I looked at her, where she was huddled next to Nudge looking through Darry's music. She looked up at me, giving me a 'duh' look. Then she yawned.

"Tired much." Chester said chuckling. Max nodded.

"I was dragged out of my house..." She shot a pointed glare at Iggy. "At like 5am." Then she glared at me, "and brought here and stuck in a library for like ten minutes. It sounded a lot more dramatic five minutes ago." She yawned again. Darry looked at me. I shrugged.

"Well, what? We got to the finals, we wanted to tell someone." I said simply. Nudge squealed and jumped up, Max put her hand to her ear, where the headphone had been ripped out.

"You got it! Oh that is so, so, so cool! Oops. Sorry Max here." She said jumping, clapping, hugging Max, then giving her back the headphone and sitting down again. In that order.

"Hey Zoe. Back from Louisiana?" Max said, waving. Her and Zoey go way back. They met in grade four then spent most of grade eight convincing people that Max and Josh weren't dating.

"Clearly. I think I'm staying for a while now." She said, stretching her arms out. It went quiet for a little bit after that and I sat down and unlocked my iPod, checking my mail. (wow!)

"Ya know... I think Max should be a cheerleader." Chester said suddenly. We all stared at him blankly for a few moments.

Iggy was the first to say anything. "Have you finally snapped!?" he said laughing. Chester shrugged.

"I mean she's always at the games anyways. And she's allowed to sit on the bench with us. And really you can hear her cheer from different parts of Madagascar. (Yes very random place. But that's what I'm watching so...) And Nudge is a cheerleader so... she help you out." He explained, looking at Max. She considered it.

"I'd do it. But if you haven't noticed... I'm not the peppiest person her. Wouldn't that kinda defeat the purpose." She shrugged. Darry shook his head.

"Not really. If ya think about it, all you would really need to do is say 'wow!' and dance around every five minutes. (STOP, Stop, stop. No. Cheerleading takes a whole lot of work. We did it at volleyball game. But we were joking around. Almost lost the game from laughing. Didn't though.) "It's not that big."

"And you'd look hot in a uniform." Iggy wiggled his eyebrows. Max blushed.

"You would." And she blushes harder... now. "I think you should do it. If you wanna."I said speaking up for the second time since we got out. Max just shrugged. The bell finally rang and we all filed in the doors. Time for school!

*Note: all sarcasm intended.*


Max's P.O.V.

I tiredly got to history, only minutes before the bell. I looked around at the other kids that were there and noticed one guy I hadn't seen before. (ooh. New kid!) Shrugging , I pulled out my textbook then Fang's iPod.

"Max just because you have your textbook out doesn't mean I can't still see you." Mrs. Moral said. I faked amusement.

"Oh seriously?! What if I go like... this." I ducked the iPod under my desk and rested my forehead against it. She rolled her eyes and looked back at her computer. That's what I like about this school. You could do whatever you want in class as long as you're in the class. (My French teacher's like that. It like: "Mr. M I'm gonna go blow up the school now." 'ok but be back soon.' LOL.)

"Hey can I sit here?" A voice said from beside me. Without looking up I nodded. "Thanks." When second bell rang I put the iPod back in my bag. Then finally noticed who was beside me. A guy, spiky light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Of course, Fang would also be on the list. Iggy might be. But tell anyone I said that and I will deny it. I stopped looking at him, realizing I probably looked like some kind of creeper.

"oh... um are you new?" smooth Captain No Freaking Duh! The guy looked over at me.

"Yeah." He said politely, obviously noticing my stupid question. "My parents made us move. We got here a few weeks ago." He smiled.

"Oh cool. Well welcome to M.V. (In case I didn't mention it before. The school is the Maple View Titans.) You should have fun here. I'm Max by the way." I held out my hand.

"Dylan." (I didn't actually want him to be in this, but I needed a guy, Dylan's are awesome, and I forgot what Sam's plan was )= my bad.) he responded shaking my hand. "Is Max short for something?" I was thankful he didn't start guessing like most people did.

"Maximum. Maximum Martinez. But just call me Max." I shrugged off. He nodded. Mrs. Moral tapped on the desk to get everyone's attention.

"Class. We have a new student joining us today. Would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" Dylan shrugged and went up to the front.

"Well. It's not much. My name's Dylan White. I just moved here from Ohio. (Now see I can never actually remember all of the states so I kinda just picked one I knew. Quiz me later.) I have a little brother. And I go to Maple View high. Duh." He got a few chuckles as he sat down.

"Well Dylan. Welcome. I hope you enjoy it here. Is there anyone who would like to show Dylan around?" All of the girls- including me- put their hands up. Mrs. Moral looked around. "Ok um Dylan. How about you-" He pointed at me before she managed to finish. "Okay Max. You have to show him around. Don't lose him." I nodded just as one girl- one of the Jessica's I think- said, "but that's not fair! She already has Fang!" I shot her a glare as Kyle told her to shut up! I looked at him and nodded my thanks. He smiled. Dylan looked uncertain.

"Okay class. Please take out your idea's you had for yesterday. Then get into you groups. Dylan you can join Max's for now. Get started." Dylan looked at me as Kyle came over. Josh did too.

"Dylan. Kyle. Josh." I said pointing. "So what we're doing is picking a year, picking one or two things that happened and writing about it." He nodded.

"did you pick a year yet?" he asked. Well, at least he worked. Cute, funny and hardworking. Not always easy to find.

"Yeah, we're doing this year. This summer specifically." Josh said. Dylan nodded.

"So the summer that no one actually wanted to happened."

"Pretty much yeah. So what we have is the weather(I'm still very mad about that.); the loss of Michael Jackson (That Too.); and Farah faucet; and that commercial that came out. Remember? The furnace one?" Kyle said.

"Oh. You mean that one with the guy in the office-" Josh asked.

"Yeah!"

"That's a furnace commercial?!" I said.

"Yeah. Obviously." Josh looked at me as if I was the last person on Earth to get that.

"K ya know what..."

"No offense but I think that came out last year. So let's just go with the MJ and the weather stuff." Dylan point out. I shrugged.

"okay. Let's get started."


History ended almost an hour later. We ended it early and played this cowboy game. (Evil, that one we played in class. The one that everyone goes Bang!) When the bell finally went me and Dylan left after everyone else.

"okay so what do you have now?" I asked as we walked down the hall. He handed me his schedule. "Okay oh good you have gym too. I'll take you." He nodded.

"so... before I somehow manage to screw something up and cause the world to explode. Any advice?" He asked as we stopped at locker I guessed was his. He opened it and shoved the binder into it. He pulled out a Roca wear™ bag and closed the door.

"advice? Well there's not much you can screw up. Just don't act freakishly weird, and just for your safety do NOT flirt with anyone. At least until lunch. I'll get Iggy to show you who you can and cannot. Okay?" he nodded. "Oh and you're not allowed to talk to him." I said as Sam walked past and winked at me. Dylan looked confused.

"Okay... why?"

"Because you should try to get on Fang's good side. It's annoying how he like rules the school. Its... oh well." I shrugged. "But yeah so Fang hates Sam. Why... I'm not sure. But he does. So everyone has to. Ya clear." I stopped at my locker and put Fangs iPod in my gym bag. Dylan looked at me then shut the locker door.

"Wait who's Fang?" The girls that had been stalking him for the last four minutes had gasped. One dragged me aside.

"Okay he's hot and stuff but how does he not know who Fang is." She half whispered half yelled. (it's POSSIBLE!!) I shrugged her off and grabbed Dylan's arm dragging him into the gym. I pointed to the boys change room and pushed him in. I walked into the girls one and the rest of them stared as I dropped down my bag. "Yes?" I asked untying my shoes.

"Who is he?" Lissa screeched.

"who Dylan?" I said, stepping into one of the stalls. I saw shoes by the bottom of the door and knew she was leaning on it.

"yeah that guy you were with."

"He's the new kid. I was just helping him out." I said, stepping out, changed. For someone who hates buying clothes I change in and out of them surprisingly fast. I walked out of the change room and headed into the gym. Most of the class was already in there. I spotted Fang and waved. He jogged over to me. "Howdy." I sat on the bench behind me.

"Hey. I hate Mondays." He yawned. I saw tears coming from his eyes and he wiped them away. (he's not crying he's tearing there's a difference.) Dylan came through the doors and I waved my arms around, signalling him. "Who's he?" Fang said quietly before Dylan was in earshot.

"Fang Dylan. Dylan Fang." I said and the two shook hands.

"Your Fang the one that hates... Sam right?" Dylan asked, glancing at the girls in the corner that were staring at him.

"Fang I am. So... yeah you sound new, Max's he's new?" Fang asked. I nodded. Mr. Richman Blew his whistle.

"Okay class line em' up!" He yelled, gesturing to the scattered dodge balls everywhere. "Max Fang I see you have found a different way of 'communicating'" He put air quotes around communicating. Fang stuck his tongue out and went to go pick up a few of the dodge balls, hurling them to the mid line. After he was done he went over to the far side and flopped down on his stomach, joining the rest of them. Me and Dylan stayed on the side we were on but did the stomach thing too. Mr. Richman started counting fangs side, finished turned and counted ours. He pointed at Dylan.

"Name." He said flatly.

"Dylan." Mr. R Jerked a thumb to fangs side. Dylan got up and raced over. Blowing the whistle we all jumped up and raced to the line to get a ball. I got the ball I saw Fang going for but got to it first. He grabbed the one beside it and almost fell so he lazily tossed it up at me. I whipped the one I had at him as he retreated. He ducked and it just missed his shoulder. (hopefully you all know how to play Dodge Ball. If not then it's simple. Get a ball. Throw it. Hit someone. DO NOT get hit yourself.) He picked one up then threw it back at me. Harder and faster than my one. I literally felt the force as it just missed my ear.

"What are you trying to kill me?!" I yelled to be heard over the mixed shouting and screaming of everyone else. Fang nodded and threw another ball, not aimed at me but to Kyle. In a matter of a split-second he managed to drop the ball in his hand and catch Fangs. Fang rubbed his hand and leaned back to avoid getting hit in the face by a wild ball. He made it over to the end of the line, six people; including James, Zach, and Sarah. A ball came at me and I had just enough time to duck. I looked at its sender; Marshall. I aimed at him and it hit his shoulder then I stuck my tongue out.

The game continued for at least 40 minutes before Fangs team lost. We were going to start over but there wasn't enough time. Mr. Richman made all of the guys do suicides (a running exercise. So much fun.) and all the girls stand at the back line and pelt them with dodge-balls. Finally gym ended and we went back into the change room, changed and waited for Fang and Dylan. Fang came out first and kissed my cheek. I ruffled his sweaty hair making it all spiky.

"Why." He said rolling his eyes back to look.

"Felt like it. Are you staying?" I asked. He nodded then waved, walking off to his locker. Dylan came out a minute later. "okay now we have lunch. I recommend pizza and a drink. It's probably the safest thing here." He dropped his stuff off at his locker then we went into the big, gym-style room. We got our trays and stood in line. After getting our food, I led him over to where Fang and Darry were looking at some paper with X's on it-foot ball stuff I bet-and Chester and Abby were on the other side making out. I kicked Chester's shin.

"Dude. I have food here." I said sitting down beside him. He glared heartlessly at me.

"You say that like you don't do it ALLLL the time, Maxie. With a certain footballer over there." He said his eyes directed at Fang. " Oh peoples. This is Dylan. Dylan this is; Chester, Abby, and Darry." I said pointing to each of them. Abby smiled while Darry didn't really look up but did a two fingered wave. Chester nodded and I looked at Abby. "What is it with guys and not saying hi. Like really." She just shrugged. Nudge and Iggy came up, Iggy holding both trays, Nudge singing alone with his iPod. It was one she showed me this morning. Umm... Solo by that guy that sings Replay. (Solo by Iyaz.)

"Cuz I was so high, And now I'm so low, And I don't wanna walk around alone, I said I don't want to walk this earth, If I gotta do it solo... I don't wanna walk S...O...L-" She stopped singing mid-word and looked at Dylan. "Um...hi..." she said sitting down.

"Um... Nudge. Ig, this is Dylan." I said trying to avoid the look Iggy kept giving Dylan. I was almost struggling to not laugh. It was cute. Iggy put the trays down and looked at the paper Fang and Darry kept arguing about. (why am I writing so SMALL?!)

"Um... who am I not allowed to flirt with now?" Dylan asked glancing continuously at the girls that kept watching him. I nodded and opened my mouth to ask Iggy but decided against it. "Um. Chess..." I said using his old nickname. "can you tell him." Chester looked up.

"Um... sure?" He sounded confused as to why I didn't just ask our resident Flirt, Iggy. Now see. I would have but I have a funny feeling that Iggy likes Nudge, who if you didn't read, just gave Dylan a look. One she usually gives Iggy. So yeah I'm guessing that he's probably not in the mood.

"Okay... um you CANNOT flirt or go anywhere near; her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her... or her." Chester said sitting down again. Dylan looked at him but slowly nodded. (ooh read the bottom review its important to me!!!) Fang held out his hand.

"iPod. I have language after." I nodded and dug through my bag, pulled it out then gave it to him. He unlocked it and started looking for something. "Did you put different movies on this?" he asked. I nodded.

"I kept some of your old ones but added like three. Uh... I think it was Date Movie and John Tucker Must Die. That movie is STILL so funny." I said thinking back to the movie. 'Dude... I am deep. I'm dating the poetry club!' Then cracked up laughing. Fang nodded and rolled his eyes.

"okay so weekend planner. What are we doing this weekend." I asked even though it was only Monday. We do this all the time. It gives you something to look forward to. Plus it makes the week go faster.

"ooh. Saturday What's-That-Movie-Called comes out. With Leo-what's-his-name." Nudge piped up.

"Oh he is so hot. Max we are so seeing that. Wait you do mean that one with What's her name. Not the one where he's like 'what's it called.' Right?" Abby said looking up from where she was playing with Chester's hair, he was sleeping. Well kinda... his eyes are closed so...

"Yeah. The first one." I said. I glanced at Dylan to see him looking very confused.

"They do this all the time. Their girls... you get used to it after awhile." Chester said to Dylan, not opening his eyes. Dylan nodded.

"Oh that'll have to wait for a day." Iggy started. Me, Nudge and Abby were ready to punch him. I mean really? Its LEONARDO DECAPRIO for crying out loud. How do you pass that up. Iggy must've saw the look we were giving him because he continued. "And before you try to kill me. Let me remind you we have a party to be throwing on Saturday. Remember?" We reconsidered and nodded.

"Oh. Right. You guys got the part! That is so, so, so cool! You're going to be like famous!" Nudge said mystically, waving her hands around.

"Don't forget us little people." Darry joined in.

"Oh they won't. One day in like twenty years they'll throw a concert again on their eight world tour and all of us will be outside screaming their names. Then their gonna come out with their high tech police and red belts and Fang's gonna completely ignore us but Iggy's gonna be nice and look. Then he'd recognize us and be like, 'hey I remember you...we went to school together. I never did like you.' Then he'll call up his bodyguard named Rocco (READ: Rock-OH) and he'll have us made into a pair of super-cute but super-painful shoes!" Nudge predicted, dropping her head into her hands. Fang chuckled and put his hand on her back.

"Nope. Can't forget you guys. Your gonna be right there with us. All of ya." He said smiling. "You'd be the outfit Picker Mc-Person. Darry's the dude that keeps me and Iggy in 'tip-top-shape'" he said doing his three air punches. "Chester's the manager. Abby's there to disagree with Max every step of the way. And just cause Dylan's new he's that guy that plays with Angel and pretends to love it." He smiled evilly at Dylan. With that he got up and pulled a huge bundle of papers out of his backpack. I picked one up and looked at it. The party flyers.

"You did this already?" Darry asked looking at one too.

"Yeah. You'd be surprised at how much ink there is in the printer. There's gotta be like a hundred of these." Fang divided it up so we each had some then ran up t the front of the gym where the stage was. He stuck two fingers in his mouth then whistled. Loudly.

"Okay. Good you heard it. You peoples remember how we went out for the Olympic audition thingy." There was a loud cheer from pretty much everyone. "Yeah... well about that... we lost." And the cheering stops and creates one very awkward silence. "Nah. I'm just playing we got to the next part!" People cheered and clapped again. "So what you're getting now is just the flyers to the party for Saturday." We finished handing out the papers as her murmurs as people talked excitedly about the Party.


And I'm done... Whoop! That took too long. That's the longest chapter I have ever written.6,260 words I need you guys to do me a favour. I was watching John Tucker Must Die yesterday and noted how funny that movie really is. And I also noticed how I've been slacking on the funny movies. So if you want could you give me a hand. Or well Answer... What's the funniest movie you've seen. And please don't say Hangover. That one has came up way to many times already. So yeah and my internets back too! For now... so I have chapter ten done and as soon as I find that other notebook I can start writing eleven.

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