A/N: Umm...here. The Prank War is officially open. -Evil grin- Oh, Don't think I'm insulting band geeks. I'm one myself, so yeah. Don't hurt me over this.

Chapter 10 - Beasty

Max's POV

Alright, Voice. We're about 500 miles away now. Can you tell me your ideas?

Of course, Maximum.

I'm actually starting to like the Voice now. We walked along the sidewalk in a random town we landed in. I saw a pair of drumsticks lying on the ground. Weird, huh? Oh well. I stuck them in my back pocket. Wow, now I look like those weird band geeks on TV.

So..?

Why don't you sit down on that bench? I have quite a few ideas. It could take a while.

Ok... I thought warily. This better not be a trap.

"Yo. Let's sit here and rest for a little while." The little ones agreed whole-heartedly, while Iggy looked suspicious and Fang just looked hot. Ah! I did not just think that. Oh god, I'm turning into a girly girl!

Max, focus. So what if you replace his clothes with a skirt and a low cut blouse?

Oh my god. That would be hilarious! But, we don't exactly have enough money to buy that stuff.

I could've sworn I heard my voice sigh.

Okay. How about dying his clothes yellow?

Why yellow? Besides, we don't have enough money to buy that much dye.

I began absent mindedly drumming on Fang's head. He looked annoyed, so I continued with the action.

A geeky looking guy with drumsticks in his pocket came walking by us. Dear god, there's more of 'em! How many band geeks can live in one town?

Quite a few Max.

"Miss, you need to learn how to stay in time. You should practice more. Your drumming is horrible. Maybe you should get a teacher." Apparently this guy didn't know who he was insulting.

I stood up, glaring at him. I walked over to him and raised my foot up. Then, as hard as I could, I kicked him in the groin.

He doubled over, face scrunched up in pain. "Jerk," I said loudly.

I caught Fang's eye and he smirked at me. I blushed. Gah! Why am I acting so girly?

"Come on, guys. Let's go find a nice big tree to sleep in." We walked to the small park and found a decent enough tree. We stacked and tapped.

"I have first watch," I said before Fang could argue. I still have to plan with my voice.

Fang opened his mouth to object, but I cut him off. "No arguing. Sleep."

He glared at me, but obliged.

So Voice what- wait. Do you have a name or a nickname or something? Voice is just so normal. Okay, I'm officially crazy. I'm asking the little voice in my head if it has a name.

Yes, I do.

Well?

You can call me Justin.

Hmm...that seemed to fit. My voice is a know-it-all, and Justin just seems like a know-it-all show-off's name. That seemed perfect.

Okay, Justin. Any nicknames?

Apparently, Voice is one of my nicknames. But, if you must know, Beasty is my other nickname. If you dare repeat that, it won't be pretty.

Of course I won't.

I burst out laughing. Oh gosh. His nickname!

Apparently, I woke Fang. Oops?

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"My voice. I asked if it had a name." He gave me a look that said, 'She's officially crazy.'

"And? What made you laugh so much?"

"its name is Justin. His nicknames are Voice and-and--," I stopped to laugh more.

"What?" he asked, getting annoyed.

"Beasty!" Fang understood my laughter then. He joined me in making fun of the nickname. We almost fell out of the tree.

A pain in my brain silenced me instantly.

I told you not to tell! Oh my god, the voice was whining!

The pain intensified. I brought my hands to my head in a useless attempt to keep my skull in one piece.

Fang held me as I whimpered and whispered words of comfort into my ear.

Eventually, the pain ebbed away, but my anger didn't. That evil voice!

I tried to sit up, but Fang's arms held me to him tightly. "Uh, Fang? It's over now."

"I know." Oh wow. He's holding me because he wants to! Aww!

"I looove you," I cooed out, obviously still loopy from the brain attack.

He looked surprised that I would say that. "I love you too, Max."

I pulled him to me and kissed him on the lips. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. A voice calling our names made us jump apart, blushing.

"Max? What were you two laughing at?" Nudge asked, sleepily.

Oops. Guess we were too loud. I learned my lesson about Beasty though; I'm not telling any one else about it ever again.

"Nothing, sweetie. Go back to sleep."

"Mmkay."

Fang and I exchanged glances. "Go on to sleep, Max. I'll take the next watch."

"Alright. Night, Fang."

"G'night, Max."

Fang needs a nickname... I've got it! SKITTLES! It'll go perfectly with his green hair and pink wings. I think I just thought of a good prank without Justin's help. Yay! Beware Fang. You WILL be embarrassed.

Good night, Beasty. I thought before drifting to sleep.

Well? Was it good? And if anyone that know me in real life, I don't think Justin's beasty. Justin's a know it all name and Beasty is embarrassing. Just thought I'd clear that up.

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