Guys Hey! (Hey Guys in Azerbaijani)

Yay! Fast update! Okay, I've had people asking about Faxness, it will be hinted. And there will be Fax at the end.

Tophwannabe- Thanks for reviewing! Sorry if Jeb's roboticness annoys you. I did it that way for a reason. He's meant to piss Max off, and Max likes people to be very real (at least, I think she would) so him being robotic would not seem real.

I've had heaps of people asking about them meeting (Yay for impatientness!). And I don't want to ruin the story, so, all in good time. Sorry if it annoys you.

Off Blast! (Blast Off in Azerbaijani)

Chapter 10

Fang POV

"Fang! Wake up! It's the third Saturday of the month. You have to come this time. You can't avoid him forever." I picked my head off the pillow with a loud groan.

"I feel like crap! I'll come next time!" I yelled back to Mum. Dad was away god knows where. Mum was starting to sound pissed. Third Saturdays of the month always have iffy tension.

"Oh no you won't! You will come this time and that is final! You can't put it off forever." Mum replied form the other side of my door. I groaned again.

"I have a project I have to do about Max that need's starting on." I could hear mum sigh.

"Do it later! It's not all day!"

"That's what you said last time!"

"Last time you didn't come!"

"I did the time before."

"No! You haven't gone, ever."

"So!"

"Fang, he's- Nudge! Get out of there!" Sighing, I fell out of bed onto the black carpet. I shot up with Ninja Fastness. Walking across the room to my closet, I tried not to let my mind wander.

When my mind wanders, it either results in... Inappropriate thoughts. Or emo thoughts that would result in mum putting me in counselling. I pulled the wooden door open and began sieving through.

No, no, no, possible, I threw a t-shirt on my bed and walked inside the closet to... Narnia!

Well, actually to the inside of my closet. I walked to the back, which was about three feet from the door, where the pants were located. I looked out the window that was on the wall. Blue skies and big, poofy clouds. Not really matching my mood.

Back on topic, I pulled out a pair of black board shorts. The thermometer (yep, there's one in my closet, aren't I cool?) said it was around thirty degrees. Not really black jean's weather.

I pulled off my wife beater revealing my eight pack, grabbed the pants and top. I do realise I'm over explaining myself to... myself... blame it on the date!

I crossed the hall into the now empty bathroom, which Nudge just evacuated, and turned on the shower.

At least ten minutes later I was sitting on a very uncomfortable kitchen chair, brutally attacking my cereal. I attack my breakfast brutally a lot... Basically, I'm being my very 'sullen hotmazing self'. I quote cheerleaders a lot.

Nudge was sitting uncharacteristically sullen, swishing a spoon in her cereal. Mum was missing, and dad was away. Some stock taking trip. I blame it on the date.

As I spooned a mouthful of some unknown breakfast food into my mouth, mum walked in. Her hair was perfectly straight, so it reached around her shoulders; she was wearing a plain grey V-neck with a knee length red skirt.

Nudge was in a fitted orange shirt, and knee length denim shorts. We were all in our own style of runners. I wish I could run away from this day. Nudge suddenly perked up, here comes the rambling.

"Did you know that the Parthenon is a ruin because in the Napoleon war thingy mabob, they stored bombs in it? I learnt it in a class at school. And that-"Me and mum both raised an eyebrow at each other. I went back to my cereal.

Food on spoon, spoon in mouth, jaw up, jaw down, swallow, repeat. I feel like robot. After a few 'repeats' I turned to the clock on the wall. Nudge had been rambling for a good five minutes.

"-and then there was vomit on the dog, and the camera exploded-"I don't wanna know. Mum was suddenly MIA.

I looked at Nudge. Her hair was framing her face, she was laughing to herself about some joke I've probably zoned out, and she was grinning. But there was a kind of flatness that wasn't usually there. It makes me feel like a horrible brother, so I let out a fake chuckle. Her eyes widened and she continued rambling.

I leant back in my chair and lifted my arms over my head. I plonked my shoed feet on the table, which committed a loud thwomp. I could practically feel Mum's glare.

I was just settling into the position when the chair lost balance, and I tumbled to the floor. Hard, and painfully.

This is usually when Nudge runs over to check I'm okay. But you know what she does? Cracks up. I pull my knees up and stagger off the ground.

"Oh Meh Gawd Fang! That was hilarious! I so should've caught that on camera! That just made my morning! Serious crack up. I can't believe you did that!" I had a feeling she could've gone on for a lot longer, but mum walked in, hand bag in one hand, car keys in the other.

"Car guys. We're leaving." She said loudly over my groans of pain and Nudge giggles. We both sobered up pretty fast.

It just occurred to me that I may have been being elusive over what the big deal is. All will be revealed in due time.

I grabbed my sunglasses off the kitchen table. Nudge and Mum did the same. One foot in front of the other Fangles.

Crap. I just used Maxie's new name for me. Curse that sexily sarcastic girl. I need to get her off my bloody mind. So, being me, I winked at a passing beach babe. She giggled and wiggled her fingers. I felt oddly guilty. Holding in a frown I opened the silver car door and slid in.

I just realized something. I'm stuck in a car for a half hour with Nudge! Well, damn. Mum and Nudge both walked out of the house with their bags and shoes on. Time for hell to begin.

Nudge walked to the front of the car opposite Mum and slid inside with much more grace than I probably had. I blame it on the Girl-Ectics.

'And then the vampire was all like 'I hate carrots!' and the worm screamed-"Mum swivelled in her driver's seat and handed me my black IPod. I jerked my head up in response as Mum slipped on her own head phones.

The sweet, sweet sound of My Chemical Romance blasted through my ears as I settled back on the car seat.

-Time skip of approximately 30 minutes-

"We're here guys!" Mum called over the sound of some unknown music group. I looked out of the tinted glass window to the daunting concrete sign that reads- Florida State Prison. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. Time to get this over with.

We pulled into the near empty visitors car park and I stepped out slowly. Mum came out next and Nudge third.

I started walking in the lead, my runners slapping on the concrete. Come on Fangie. You can make it without freaking out at him or having a Mini Mental Meltdown tm .

I stopped at the sliding doors and waited in the heat for Mum and Nudge. The building was big, boring, and grey. There was a stone wall all around it with barb wire on the top. Lovely.

They caught up and we walked into the overly air conditioned lobby. I shivered with the sudden chill. Mum left me and Nudge at the door while she went and signed us in at the receptionist.

The lady was young, a few years older than maybe? Nudge looked at me with big round eyes. She's scared. I pull her in under my arm.

"Fang, Nudge, come on. He's in the waiting room." I can hear the strain in her voice. I let go of Nudge. As I walk across the room, the receptionist winks at me.

She's pretty hot. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, milky skin, her name tag said Lillie. But I don't have the usual attraction.

A part of me, in the cold depths of my mind, wanted her to have browner hair, brown eyes, and her name tag to say Max.

I've got to get Max out of my head. Anyhoo, we walked down the long hallway with endless doors leading off. At the very end was a bigger door. We walked through it single file.

Inside was a set up like the ones in the movies. Phone booths and seats on one side, the prisoners on the other. We walked past sobbing moms, screaming fests, and prison guards pulling pissed off prisoners back to their cells, until we reached the very end of the room.

Tucked away at the end was a burly guy with a dagger tattoo on his bare bicep. He had a buzz cut and was kitted out in a neon orange jumpsuit with 2695 on the left breast pocket. His eyes are dark brown.

He's my older brother, Gozen.

"Hey Nudgie-Pie, Fang. How ya been Maw?" He asked in a friendly voice that had developed a slight Texas twang.

None of us spoke for a second or two. Gozen's in the slammer for physical assault. 20 years sentence. He's been here for about 7.

Nudge broke the silence. She plopped down in the padded chair.

"Hey Gozen! How's life? I'm loving school at the moment. Fang's got a pen pal. A girl who he really likes, Max. Mum's been being Mum. Dad's doing a stock take somewhere so he couldn't make it. Have you made any friends? Is the food any better than last month?" She trailed off for Gozen to talk.

"Well, life's been decent. I'm still alive at least. I'm glad you like school. Make sure you stay in it though. I'm sure Fangie will be very happy with this Max chick. It's a shame about Dad, It's not his fault. No friends yet. The food is horrible. So, Fang, tell me about this Max slut." I glared at him.

"Don't." I muttered. He raised one eyebrow.

"Don't what Fang?" He said in a patronizing tone.

"Don't call Max a slut. Or a chick." I said clearer and louder this time.

"And why shouldn't I?" He said with a glare.

"Because, she's better than that." I said stepping forward.

"If she likes you, then she must not be."

Mum intervened.

"Boys! Cut it out! Now! Gozen. It was lovely to see you, and we'll come next month, but I think we'd better leave now. I'll call you tomorrow." And with that, the non jailed part of the Jones family left the building.

-Time skip to evening-

The party I had intended to attend, had been called off due to the dudes parents coming home early. So I was reading Maxie's letter.

Hey FANGLES!

But I want the top bunk! And I will argue to the death! I

And HAH! I shall now refer to you as Fangles. Forever and ever and ever and ever etc. So BAM! Take that Fangles.

So, as to your list on good physical traits. Shall I do a running commentary? Well HAH! I will anyway.

My hair,(which would be better bubblegum pink...)

My eight packs (does your Dylie boy have eight of them? Hmm?) , (Yes, he does, for that matter)

My biceps/triceps (hah! You bloody wish!)

My athleticalness,(Fangles, failing at hotness and coolness in NOT a sport. Sorry)

How I...perform, (Hah! I bet you slipped said person roofin)

My 'dreamy, smouldering' eyes, (about as 'dreamy and smouldering' as a pet gecko poo)

And my smarts. (About as smart as afore mentioned pet gecko poo) All this morning too.

You forgot to ask a question! I'll ask two for you. You're TERRIBLE at his game.

What Harry Potter house do you think you'd be in? I'd so be a Gryffindor.

Day or night? Day. It's easier to see in the day. And if I can see, I can punch. It's simple logic really.

By the way (or as my sister says, BTW) that's the only time I'll be doing anything for you. I'm blimmin lovely like that.

Ah Boo Yeh! I won Little Miss Competitive in every year book so far. I'm also being sarcastic. Just in case you're limited brain cells wouldn't be able to tell.

Lots of fake love

Max

P.S- No I don't care to elaborate on 'disliked' people.

P.P.S- Piss off dipBEEP! Yep, I did just BEEP. I'm that fricking awesome.

Ahhh, doesn't Max just put a sarcastic smile on people's faces? I picked up my pre assembled paper and pen.

Hey Maxie-kins.

What do you think of your nickname I quite like it... Not that I care-

First question! Just picks one of the ones Max asks and answer it. Simple.

Until next time!

Blue-Songbirds