Okay, so let me get this straight, you all want:

Better grammar

More/better descriptions

Less repeated words

Got it. Moving on…

All: Why didn't Max tell Fang to sleep on the couch on day one? BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK OF IT! That's why.

SomethingAboutDarkAngels: Um, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. It's spooky!

S.H: Thanks for the advice, I could really use it. Someone else mentioned a beta reader but when I asked what it was he/she didn't tell me. Could you explain? & thanks for the offer! Once I know what it is I'll answer yes/no.

FluffyBunniesAreSoCute: Angel was hanging out with a friend – Olivia Primrose – and Gazzy was…sleeping?

Assignment Marriage:

Okay, know that peak of excitement you get right as you're about to go down that first giant hill on a rollercoaster? That's what I felt when Fang kissed me.

His lips were surprisingly soft, but still firm. His fingers gently held my chin in place as he kissed me and he tasted sweet, like apples.

Oh, God. This is Fang…and me. And it's good.

The room was starting to spin. At first I was scared that the kiss was so intensely good that it made me lightheaded, but then remembered that I needed to breathe. Right, that's kind of important.

I could feel my face blush a light pink, but can you blame me? The kiss was everlasting. I don't have much to complain about, I know. But that's the scary part.

Fang was angling his head so he could kiss me better with a fierce determination that was just so typical of him. Tentatively, I kissed him back. But only a little. I just went with the flow, the ride. I completely ignored the fact that I was supposed to be mad at him, because, well, I couldn't figure out why I was at the moment.

Finally, Fang slowly pulled his lips from mine and reality quickly crashed into my brain. My name was Maxine 'Maximum' Ride. My dad's an idiot. I'm mad at Fang because he tried to control me. I'm currently on a date with Dylan.

Oh, crap. I was on a date with Dylan! And Fang had just kissed me. In front of Dylan.

Damnit, Fang! This is an excellent example of why my long, long list of reasons for being mad at Fang continues.

I glanced at Dylan who, as you can assume, was angrier than an ape after you stole its bananas. Or monkey, whatever. His jaw was clenched tightly, and blue eyes had visibly narrowed. Lastly, his tan skin was slightly pink from anger.

I should have been absolutely ticked. But my anger melted away as I stared up at Fang from my seat with wide, curious eyes and a dumbstruck face.

Fang smiled at me and my heart gave a little squeeze. Of course, he was probably laughing at my dumb expression, but just let me fantasize.

"Well," Fang said in a honey sweet voice. "Have fun on your date."

My eyes trailed after Fang's retreating figure. I immediately tried to get my emotions in check. I was appalled and enraged, excited and hopeful, but mainly just plain confused. It sucked.

Add that with a Justin Bieber wannabe of a date who's so mad you can see the steam floating out of his ears and it's pretty much a night ruiner. Darn.

After that Dylan had decided to cut our date short. I couldn't really blame him. He was obviously still ticked at Fang, (who wouldn't be?) and maybe mad at me, too. Had he noticed I kissed Fang back? Probably. Did I have the energy to care right now? Nah.

Anyway, aside from anger there was something else flickering in Dylan's blue eyes, which, by the way, seemed to have lost their special sparkle. I couldn't pinpoint what the exact something was, but I didn't like it. Nope.

When we've reached the apartment Dylan awkwardly turned to face me, "Thanks for coming out with me tonight." He was obviously trying to put back on his charming façade, but I didn't buy it.

"Yeah. Thanks for taking me. I had a lot of fun." I lied. It hadn't been the worst date I'd ever been on, but before the Fang Incident there had been several occasions when I'd caught Dylan staring at, like, twenty other girls.

Dylan smiled, looking like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't. Actions speak louder than words, I guess. And his action was swooping in trying to give me a peck on the lips, but without even thinking I twisted my head at the last minute. His lips landed on my cheek instead.

"Good night." Dylan said bitterly. He stormed off before I could apologize.

I unlocked the door and tried to shut it as quietly as I could. I leaned against the back of the door for a minute, sighing. Okay, Max, get it together. What are you going to do about Fang?

Play dumb, I decided completely satisfied with this answer. Emotions are too complicated, it's better to keep them all bottled up if you ask me.

I smiled to myself, glad the confusion was over. Sucking in a final breath, I walked past the kitchenette and into the abandoned living room curled up alone on the couch trying to have a few moments of ignorant bliss.

Of course, I'm me, so it couldn't last more four minutes, could it?

Of course not. The connecting door's handled turned, gadgets and gizmos inside it loudly clicked as the collided with each other, and the door swung open a crack and mane of curly hair popped out. Nudge.

She beamed at me with that special smile that best friends might share together; I couldn't help but give her a tiny smile back.

Nudge scampered over to the couch like the skinny pixie she was and curled up next to me. Her eyes quickly scanned my dress and approval and pride shown in her eyes, "Oh, my God," She said dramatically wiping away a fake tear. "You're wearing a dress. I've never been so proud!"

I scowled at her trying not to laugh while in the process, "Yeah, well. Don't get use to it."

"So, how was it? Did he looove your dress?" Nudge asks wiggling her eyebrows. Crap. It's the girl talk; I should have seen this coming.

"He said I looked nice, but I think he liked my chest better than my clothes." I confided in Nudge, then I retell the tail of how I'd caught him staring at it a few times and she winced sympathetically right on cue.

"Been there, done that. But aside from that, how was it?" Nudge pressed determinedly. She and JJ would get along so great.

"We got along okay, he was nice." I say uncomfortably as I stared at my feet. Why couldn't she just drop it?

I'm dying to tell her about the Fang Incident but I already told myself nothing happened. That's it. End of story.

Nudge made an exasperated sound and I glanced up at her, she was pouting and had disappointment stitched in her eyes.

"Maa-aax!" Nudge whined, reminding me of Angel or Gazzy, "That's so boring! Don't you have any gossip to dish? Half the fun of a date is talking about it with your best friend after words! And if you can't do that then you can't trade secrets with your best friends! How am I supposed to tell you that I'm, like, majorly crushing on Iggy but I don't think he likes me back because he always tries to undermine my authority it you don't trust me? Huh?"

Nudge's voice had gotten louder throughout her speech and I had no way of processing all of what she'd said before she started jabbering on, "I mean, a relationship takes two people, Max!"

I got the feeling she wasn't just talking about our friendship, but still she wouldn't let me in to speak a single word, "How am I supposed to get advice about how to get him to like me back? Max, I need you to trust me, you're my fr-"

I finally burst, not only to get her to shut up, but because I really, really wanted to say it, "He kissed me."

Nudge gasps hugely and then squeals, "Dylan kissed you?"

"No." I tell her wishing to get over this painful discussion as quickly as possible. I swear, I'm dying just thinking about talking about it. If that even makes sense. "But Fang did."

Nudge is went silent for a one minute. Then two. Then three. Finally I glance up at her face; her mouth is literally hanging wide open.

"NO WAY! OMIGO-"Nudge screams but is cut off my hand. God, what was she trying to do? Wake up the whole campus?

"Shhh!" I hiss at her, my index finger pressed tightly against my lips, "Okay. I'm going to tell you what happened. But you can't squeal, yell, whisper-yell, whisper-squeal, or talk until I'm done. Comprende?

Nudge nods her head eagerly and I dutifully retell her of how the Fang Incident occurred. When I'm done her eyes are wide.

"Wow. What're you gonna do?" Nudge asks hanging onto my every word.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. Got it?" I tell her sternly.

Nudge's mouth drops open, aghast. "How can you do that? You have to do something! Fang obviously like him and you obviously like hi-"

Whoa – that's where I draw the line on this mushy emotion fest, "I do not!"

"Max, yes you do." Her voice isn't angry or determined; it's filled with pity and knowing-ness. When she said that I was filled with a fresh anger. "Give him a chance. You're only saying you don't like him because you don't want to like him."

I try to huff out my anger because I love Nudge. And because I don't have the energy for it. Nudge takes my silence as a reason to continue, "You can't decide your feelings, Max."

I'm tempted to say, Watch me! But that would probably be childish.

"Give in." Nudge shrugs. Then she leaves so I can go to sleep.

Yeah, like I'm going to be able to sleep after that.

Okay, here it is. It sucks, I know. And it's a week late. I'M PATHETIC!

THANKS FOR THE IDEAS I'M GOING 2 TRY & USE AS MANY AS POSSIBLE!