JP: Yeah, right!

Me: It's true!

JP: Nu-uh!

Me: Uh-huh!

Tank: *sigh* What now?

Me: James and I are having an arguement over Switzerland.

Skid: What?

Me: Well, I think Switzerland is evil. Why else would they stay dormant for so long?

JP: And I think they're just a normal, everyday, dormant country. There's plenty of them.

Tank: And all they do is make watches and cheese. How can they be evil?

Skid: I agree with Sanity. It's just not right . . .

Me: Ha!

Tank: That proves nothing.

JP: Yeah!

All of us: *turns to the camera thingy* What do you think?


I sat in my room, on my stool, thinking over what happened Monday night. What's wrong with Fang? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with my life? And why does God seem to hate it?

I sighed dramatically and swirled my dirty brush around in the water. I wiped the brush on my dirty painting rag and looked at what I had painted.

What I had painted shocked me. My painting wasn't as good as my drawing, but still I was quite good. There stood Fang and me, on the canvas. My hair was long, and off to the side over my shoulder. It was a dirty blond color with darker brown streaks. My head was turned slightly to the side so you could see the left side of my face. I had wings sprouting out of my back, starting at brown and fading to tan, going to white. And I had no shirt on. You could see the date perfectly. 7/13/7.

Fang had his arms wrapped my waist, which was barely visible, but it was still there. His arms were bare, and so was his chest, which I had my hands on. His olive toned skin was the perfect bronze shade. Sprouting out of his back were a pair of perfect black wings. Where as mine fell down, his spread out at a perfect angle. His dark eyes seemed to be glaring at the viewer of the picture. His black hair went just past where his colar was supposed to be. He looked like the angel of death. Ya know, if the angel of death's girlfriend was the angel of life, but still. Quite simulair.

I groaned. This was not helping. It made me feel terrible about dating Sam and feeling . . . whatever I felt towards Fang. Love? Hate? It was all so confusing. The drama that is my life.

The canvas was as big as a fourty-nine inch plasma. Big canvas, big picture, nowhere to hide it. I groaned again and decided I might as well hide it in my semi-clean closet, where the paints couldn't be destroyed. It was a good picture, I'll tell you that. One of my best paintings.

I walked to my closet and made a clear spot next to my dresser. You couldn't see it if you didn't know it was there. I then brought the picture over, very carefully, and set it down, very carefully. My wood floors were paint splattered and probably always will be, so I didn't worry about that.

Then, I thought, and thought, and thought. This thinking was giving me a migrane. I sighed - I've been doing that a lot - and decided to go for a run. Sure, it was about five in the evening, people were still out, and it was still scorching outside, but what do I care? I think I can handle a few stares.

I changed into a red sports bra, black shorts, bunched what little hair I had up, and put on a black baseball cap with a bar code on it. Today was Thursday, which meant tomorrow was homecoming. Yay. I pulled on some tennis shoes and went downstairs, grabbing my iPod as I went.

"I'm going for a run!" I yelled to whomever might be listening. I walked out on the porch and froze when I saw Fang sitting on the porch swing. I shoved my earplugs into my ears and turned on the iPod touch and strapped it to my upper arm.

I think he tried to say something, but I started to run before he could.

I ran hard and long.

I know what else is hard and long. Fang's-

Confucius! Since when has your brain turned to these things?

I'm not Confucius, I'm your hormones.

Oh, no. Not you.

Yes, me. Mwahahahahahaha!

I thought hormones are supposed to be gross, not evil.

Oh, we're both.

Then why aren't you cracking up the jokes like Iggy cracks eggs?

You haven't set any up yet.

Thank God.

That's what you're going to say when Fang finally gets the nerve to fu-

UGH! I HATE hormones!

I'm not too fond of you either, sweet heart.

Then why are you here?

*shrugs* I needed to bother someone. I get paid everytime you get annoyed.

So you're on a constant pay roll?

Pretty much. I'm gonna go bother Fang now.

Wait! Don't bother him!

Guess what I got. Yep, that's right. No answer.

Did I mention that I hate my hormones?


Fang POV

I sat down on the porch swing, my hands stuffed in my pockets and my head back, my eyes closed. Why did life have to be so hard? I had the feeling I had fallen in love with Max. And I had fallen none too lightly. It's like when you fall down and you're not prepared for it. It just makes the surprise all the much worse.

I herd feet pounding on the cement and opened my eyes. I looled at the street and saw Max. She had her earplugs in, and she was breathing heavily. Max bent her knees and put her hands on them, taking deep breaths. She had sweat running down her stomach, where you could see slight traces of a six pack. The sweat made them shine in the fading light and-

Ooooh, you want her soooo bad.

Ah! Hormones! *makes cross with fingers*

Psh. Like that's going to do anything.

Oh, shut up hormones! You don't want me to go in there!

Actually, yes, we do. We want you to go in there very badly.

You're disgusting.

That's what Max is gonna say.

That's disgusting.

Another one.

You're getting good.

Do I have to say anything?

I'd rather you didn't.

I heard the pounding of footsteps as Max came up the porch steps. I didn't know what I was doing until I was in front of the door she was about to open. What was I doing, what was I doing, what was I-

I grabbed her shoulders and she seemed startled. "Fang, le-" But I cut her off with my lips.

Max POV

Oh, God. I'm a terrible, terrible person. And I know it. I know damn well what a terrible person I am.

And I was enjoying being my terrible self at the moment. One of Fang's hands was on the base of my spine, and the other on the back of my neck, so I couldn't move. And I was enjoying it. I closed my eyes and moved my lips in sync with his.

Oh, what a terrible person I am. But, still, I stayed where I was, and didn't even try pushing him away. Finally, we both needed air. He pulled back, and so did I.

"Max-" he started to say, but I was quick with what I did.

I could feel my eyes welling up with tears,even though I had no idea why. I pushed pass him and into the house. I then ran up the stairs to my room, and slammed the door shut. I walked over to my bed and fell down onto it, face first. Then I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. I screamed until my throat hurt, and my headache had returned to the front of my head, just on top of my brow. I closed my mouth and turned onto my back.

Why do things always happen to me?


Today was casual day. I dressed in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, knee length black converse, and a light blue t-shirt that said, 'Hold your horses. Even horses need to be held sometimes.'

Since tonight was homecoming, I was going to Ella's right after school. I was gonna drop the guys off at the house - not including Angel, who seems to have more knowlege about makeup than I do. How did that happen? - and then go over to the girls'. They'd dress me, doo-de-da, and we'd go to homecoming. Blah, blah, blah.

I ate breakfast along with Fang, the Igster, Gasman, and Angel. Of course, Jeb was there, but I think he was paying more attention to his coffee cup fill with about a gallon of caffeine than his own children and temporary child.

"Let's roll," I said and grabbed my messenger bag. The guys followed wordlessly and got into the truck.

Fang and I haven't talked about the kiss, but the tension was still there. And the guys could feel it. I knew because Gazzy didn't even touch my radio.

When we got to school, Sam was immediatly at my side.

"Hey, Max," he said, smiling.

I returned it with a small grin. "Hey, Sam." I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers through his. I didn't feel the sparks I usually felt with him, I didn't feel the sparks I felt with he-who-shall-not-be-named.

No, not Voldemort. He and I are on a first name basis by now.

V: 'Sup, Maxie?

M: Eh, not much. Just that I'm pretty much in love with two guys, one of them lives with me, and the other one's too nice for his own good.

V: Nice. Harry's getting on my nerves. Can't fucking kill him!

M: I feel your pain.

V: Is this group therapy session over? I have a world to take over and a wizard to kill. Not necceasrily in that order.

M: Yeah, I understand. Got to take over the world! I'll support you.

Harry: Hey!

M: Sorry, Harry. But the dark side has cookies.

H: But the dorkside has cake!

M: . . . Nah, I'll go with the cookies.

H: Damn.

"Yo, Max!" Fang said and clapped his hands in front of my face. "You awake? You kept mumbling something 'bout Harry Potter and Voldemort . . ."

I blinked in surprise. "Uh, sorry."

Sam's eyes were filled with worry. "You alright, Maxie?"

I grinned the ghost of a grin. "I'm fine."

We waited in silence for a few Iggy said, "Fang, can I talk to you for a second?"

Fang nodded and they walked over to the other side of the school yard. I could see their lips moving, but couldn't make out what they were saying.


Ugh. I'm starting to regret letting the girls' dress me and whatnot. Guess what they were doing. Go on, guess. Well, since none of uou are guessing, they're putting makeup on me. Makeup and I go our seperate ways. We don't get along. I hate it's zit causing guts, and it hates my almost always clear skin. I think I had about five zits all together when I went through puberty. That's it.

Everytime I tried to look in the mirror, Ella would slap my neck. "Sit still or we're going to have to do this again!" I soon sat still.

"Finally, we're done!" squeeled Nudge.

"Finally!" I yelled and they let me look in the mirror. That . . . wasn't me. That can't be me. It just can't.

I poked my own cheek, and, sure enough, the mirror's image poked her cheek.

"Well hot damn," I mummered.

"Hot is right, my friend. Hot is right!" Nudge said.

"Max," Angel said. "You look beautiful."

I smiled into the mirror. I couldn't even take my eyes off of the figure.

The dress was an electric blue with black fabric underneath. The dress went down to my ankles, and had the strip of black fabric covered my chest, and had two strips of ribbon going down my back. I had silver heels on, and a dark silver ring shaped like a tree with black jewels on the bracnches.

But that wasn't what had surprised me. My eyes had the smokey look with silver eye shadow, and they had applied black eyeliner that was barely visible. My lips were painted the same electric blue as the dress. On normal days, I'd say it looks like I've been kissing the snow, but now it was . . .

"Awesome."

The girls squealed and went to put the finishing touches on their makeup and what not. I still stared at the mirror image. I hadn't thought the dress would be this slim fitting . . . Seriously, I thought it would be loose and comfortable. No. That's not how dresses work these days. It hugged whatever curves I had, and whatever. Nudge had said I had a body girls would die for, and I found that funny.

What? Would they show off their new found curves at their funerals? She laughed at that.

Fang POV

We waited imaptiently for the girls to come down. How does it take them three hours to get ready? Well, Max is with them. That girl . . .

"EEP!" Nudge, Ella, and Angel squealed, coming down the stairs. Nudge had straightened her hair and it fell down her back, and her skirt dropped just above her knees. She was beautiful in the sun colored dress and I saw Iggy swallow hard. I know what else is hard for him . . . Ha ha, Iggy. Ha ha.

Ella cleared her throat, and we all turned our attention to her. "Introducing, the reformed, brand new," she dropped her voice to a whisper, "but not new attitude, MAXIMUM RIDE!"

Well holy flying shit. The girl that was coming down the stairs was definetly not a girl. This was a woman. Curves and all. This time, we all swallowed hard. Iggy probably because he wanted to strangle any guy who touched her, and Ari - who I didn't really like -, Sam, and I for completely different reasons.

"You're going to swallow flies," Max said, hands on her hips. "It's like you guys have never seen a girl before. Geez."

Our mouths closed within a split second.

Ella thrust a black handbag thing into Max's hands and said, "All your money is in here, your car keys, blah, blah, blah."

At least, that's what I heard. I was too busy staring at Max. Damn dress ruining my almost perfect cover of not loving her. Damn dress.


Disclaimer in Poetry form:

I do not own MR,
Nor do I own a car.

Switzerland is not in my posession,
But its evilsness is my obsession.


We're all too upset about the Switzerland arguement to talk. But I think JP and Tank are making plans for world domination. We should do that too.

Skid: YEAH! Switzerland first!

Me: No, you silly goose. First we take over Canada, eh?

Skid: Eh.

Me: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It's all part of our world domination plan! And if you're Swiss, I don't blame you. I blame your natural evilness.

Skid: Breaking news, Switzerland has made a watch. RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

Me: AHHHHHHH! *runs around*

(Sorry . . . crazy brain blood rush . . . thing. Contact for further information.)

RnR?

- Sanity