A/N okay so I don't really know when I last updated and sorry for that. But I didn't really like the last chapter. And I only got 1 review. Come on people, I know you can do better than that. Anyways, here's the next chapter.

Rebbie: Hi guys. I'm new. Venom felt lonely what with everyone kidnapping flock members and such in their author's notes. So here I am. I'm like an imaginary friend. Yay. Anyways. Venom would like to note that she is apologetic for not having updated in a while. She's been having nice problems.

Me: Psh. People just can't take jokes anymore.

Rebbie: ignoring that, on with story.

Sam's POV

I heal fast. Like super unreal abnormally fast. So I was out of the hospital in less than a week. Perfectly healed. That includes a concussion, 5 broken ribs, a broken arm, a fractured shoulder, a sprained ankle, and a very very very severely bruised back. And I got up and left the hospital with nothing more than a scar on my arm from the impact of the car.

Let's just say the doctors were nothing less than stunned. What can I say? I'm a stunning person.

I'm just glad I am healed because in one week on Saturday, is my gymnastics competition. And I love gymnastics. If I missed that, then we'd be down one person and wouldn't be allowed to compete. So for once I'm thankful for my creepy healing ability.

I went home and caught up on my homework on Sunday and went back to school on Monday as if nothing had happened. My friends new I hate being taken care of, and knew to leave me alone because I was fine. The only thing that really irritated me was how closely I was being scrutinized by Nick and his family. So finally I decided to confront him about it.

"What are you doing?" I asked casually, when I caught him watching me out of the corner of my eye.

"Nothing." He replied, completely impassive. Unfortunately for him, thanks to Jesse, I saw right through it.

"Right. So you've been keeping a close eye on me for the past 3 days because of nothing." I said. He just blinked. "Oh, yeah. I noticed. Work on your spy skills. You won't be getting into the FBI with the ones you have. So now, care to explain?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." He said at last.

"Try me."

"Well, you just remind me of someone I really liked. And she was a great friend to me and the others, so, I guess we just keep seeing her in you." He said. It was my turn to blink.

"Well where is she?" I asked. Yeah, real nice Sam. What if she's dead? You can't just ask things like that.

"She left. It was my fault." He said, his façade breaking for a second, revealing hurt and sadness. But the walls were back up as quickly as they had fallen.

"Oh." I got up to go back to my dorm. Pausing, I turned around and smiled a gentle smile and Nick.

"It wasn't all your fault." I said. I wasn't sure why, but I was absolutely positive that it was only partially his fault. In the back of my mind, something clicked. But I didn't know what.

Fang's POV

I had started noticing what Angel was trying to get us to notice. It wasn't Max's surroundings so much as who she was surrounded by. Like for instance, Jesse. Her best friend. Wears all black, hardly speaks a word, and is extremely protective of her. Just like me.

Then Trevor and Mike. They were the two halves of Iggy. Trevor was the nice but irritating part of Iggy. The one who cares about is family, but won't hesitate to crack a joke or sarcastic remark. And Mike was the part of Iggy that doesn't like being told what to do just because he's blind.

Jackie is Nudge. They both talk and love fashion. They are both slightly forgetful but both care for Max a lot. But in a way Macey is also Nudge. She likes to learn.

Jesse's younger brother Corey is Gazzy. Max ruffles his hair like she did to Gazzy. And she's protective of him. Corey is immature, but tough when he wants to be. Plus he gets along really well with the twins.

And lastly, there's Emmy. Emmy is clearly Angel. Max thinks of Emmy as her own, and simply adores her. And Emmy always seems to say what she's thinking, and she seems to be a quick learner. Just like Angel.

So now I see what Angel meant when she said Max hadn't totally forgotten about us. Because she had surrounded herself with people who reminded her of us. She doesn't remember us and doesn't know that her subconscious mind is keeping her memories close at hand but unreached. But that just means she does remember us to some extent.

So this should make my life so much easier.

I had been contemplating this when she caught me watching her.

She sat down beside me. "What are you doing?" she asked casually.

"Nothing." I replied. Crap!

"Right. So you've been keeping a close eye on me for the past 3 days because of nothing." She said.

I blinked. I hadn't realized she'd noticed.

"Oh, yeah. I noticed. Work on your spy skills. You won't be getting into the FBI with the ones you have. So now, care to explain?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." I said after a pause.

"Try me." well okay, if she wants me to…

"Well, you just remind me of someone I really liked. And she was a great friend to me and the others, so, I guess we just keep seeing her in you."

"Well where is she?" My heart stopped. I wanted to just blurt out that she was sitting right here. Right here, talking to me. And didn't know it. I just wanted to wrap her in my arms and apologize until she went deaf. Instead I opted for some form of truth.

"She left. It was my fault." I said, letting the hurt I felt wash over me for a quick second, before closing it back up.

"Oh." She got up. But she paused, and turned around and smiled a gentle smile, one she used for the little kids, at me.

"It wasn't all your fault." She told me. And for some reason, I think she meant it.

A/N Okay yeah this is rather short, sorry.

Rebbie: She really is. But she also doesn't feel like writing this anymore.

Me: REBBIE!!!

Rebbie: What? I just state it as I see it. After all, you created me that way.

Me: Freakin imaginary people always have a point.

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