So some people have been bugging me to update so VWOLA!, I am. This is a chapter that I've been debating on adding since it's kind of just a bunch of mish mash, but it's fun either way. Kind of like like reality TV. You know it's stupid, but it's fun either way.

OH! And I realized I hadn't been doing this:

DISCLAIMER: I am not JP. If I was, I certainly wouldn't be here, would I? I'd probably be in Florida. Swimming with dolphins. Named Bob and Sue since George is sick with diaherea. Not pretty."Okay, guys," I told the two excited girls who were flying behind me, "Let's land behind these trees so no one sees us."

So naturally, we swiftly landed in a pile of thorns and twigs.

"Ugh," Nudge complained, "Now I have thorns in my new sparkly shiiiiiiiiiirt."

"Stop complaining," I told her, "You used to be able to survive a week in one torn up non-sparkly shirt. I think you can survive this."

Nudge frowned and plucked the branches off of her. It was around four o'clock and it was a nice, sunny day. Windy, but not cold. Perfect for flying. Too bad I was going to be supervising a play date for four little girls.

We walked up the porch to house 536 and rang the doorbell.

"If you see anything, and I mean anything suspicious, we leave. Got it?"

"Got it," they replied, rolling their eyes.

Finally I heard footsteps and someone started to open the door.

My eyes bulged when I saw who it was. I turned on my heel, grabbed the girls' wrists and started to walk away.

"Max," they whined, breaking free of my grasp and walking back up to the porch that JOSH was standing on.

"I told you guys that if we saw anything suspicious, like HIM, that we'd leave. Did you not hear me? I thought I said it quite clearly."

"We heard you," Angel responded, "And we agreed. But he's not suspicious. You're just worried because you love-"

I slapped my hand over her mouth.

"I love... umm... cheese. Yeah, cheese. That's what I love. And the longer we stay here, the longer I'm away from my cheese. So let's go."

"Max," Nudge pleaded, "We really want to meet these girls. We never meet people. Well, we meet them, but we don't, you know, meet them, meet them. We only see them. And punch them. And kick them. You know what I mean. Ka-pow, right? But we want to make real friends. Like, girls. Nice girls. Not robot girls. At least I hope. They're our age and we can actually DO stuff with them! Like give each other makeovers, read magazines, talk about boys-"

"Okay, okay," I interupted her. "I get it. Fine. Go. Have fun."

Angel looked at me.

"You have to come with us, you know. Your mom said so."

I closed my eyes. Of course I had to go. Why would things ever go my way?

"Right," I said, watching Angel and Nudge run upstairs with the two girls, and walking in, being sure to shove Josh with my shoulder on the way. But, now that I think about it, if he really IS evil, then getting close to him is what I need to do. I need him to THINK that we're friends so that way I can totally alienate him, find out who he's working for, and save the world!

You need to do a lot more than that to save the world, Max, my voice rudely interrupted my thoughts.

"Shut up," I told it.

"I didn't say anything," Josh said, looking confused.

"I'm not talking to you," I told him with a glare.

"Oh, right, your voice," he said, nodding his head.

My eyes bulged. He knew about the voice. HE KNEW ABOUT THE VOICE!

But, of course, before I could say anything, that voice interrupted, again.

If you want to save the world you need to dig deeper into yourself, Max, not other people.

If I could really dig deep into myself, I told it, I'd pull you out.

Just think about it.

But... I don't get it. What do you mean "dig deeper into myself?"

No response.

Typical.

"So?" Josh asked, "You want some water?"

I ignored his question.

"How did you know about my voice?" I asked him.

"Oh..." he said, his eyes looking nervous. "It's, umm, it's on a website, that I read."

"What website?"

"Oh, you know, the one, about the Flock, and stuff," he replied.

"You were looking me up on the internet?"

"I was, umm, I just stumbled on to it."

Sure he did. And I live a normal life.

But, friends. Got to remember that. Friends.

"Umm, right. So, yeah, I'd like a glass of water."

"Okay, I'll go get one for you."

"Great," I said with a fake smile.

As soon as he turned the corner into the kitchen I started scanning the room for hidden cameras or microphones.

I got up and looked around the big TV, but there was nothing. The cabinets were completely empty too. Then I noticed some dolls lying around. Sure, to an untrained eye they'd seem harmless, but to a super-spy like me, I know that they'd be the perfect hiding place for something sneaky.

I started scanning the dolls, ripping off their jackets and shoes for where microphones might lie. It wasn't until I picked up my seventh blonde-haired beauty that I found what I was looking for. It was a doll, but right on it's back was a mini speaker.

I knew there was something wrong with that boy.

I started to rip out the speakers when a tap on my shoulder startled me and made me drop it.

"I see you're a fan of the talking Barbie doll, huh?" Josh asked me.

I mentally slapped myself. Of course. It wasn't a secret facility microphone- it was a talking Barbie doll.

"How 'bout some popcorn to cheer you up?" Josh asked. I rolled my eyes. Whatever amount of popcorn he brought was probably enough to fill up 1% of my stomach, because that's all humans eat. Well, whatever. 1% is better than 0%.

I turned around and was very pleasantly surprised when I realized he was carrying five GIANT bowls of completely buttered popcorn.

"Woo..." I mused, "You eat that much?"
"Nah, just thought you might be hungry," he replied, sitting down on the couch and patting the cushion next to him. I hungrily sat down and grabbed two bowls, resting each on a thigh.

His house was pretty cool. There was the big green sofa that we were sitting on, and a big cabinet structure across from us, with shelves for DVD's, books, plants, dolls and right in the middle was a giant TV. The house was kind of small, though; and there wasn't an adult to be seen, and based on the mess, there hasn't been one to be seen in a long, long time. Another thing that made him suspicious.

"So," I said between mouthfuls of popcorn, "What do you like to do? So I can find you and kill you and figure how to annihilate you."

I didn't say that last part. But I certainly thought it.

"Well," he replied, "I like swimming and watching movies and stuff. Movies like... this one."

He pulled out a DVD from behind his back. I grabbed it from his hands. It was called Fly Away and it was a romantic comedy about a boy and a girl- with wings.

I felt tears form in my eyes and handed the movie back to him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking genuinely worried.

"No, it's just," I looked up at him, "I just got out of a... relationship and... I still miss him."

He closed his eyes angrily and seemed to be debating with himself.

"BUT I LOVE HER!" he shouted.

"Who?" I asked, a little startled.

"Oh," he said, looking at me as if he'd just come out of a daze.

"My, uh, my mom. I recently lost her and the memories keep playing back in my head."

Something about that didn't sound right to me. I mean, if his mom just died, wouldn't be a little more upset about it?

"Anyways," he said, "How 'bout this movie?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

He got up, turned off the lights and put in the movie. The screen turned blue and played loud music. He sat down next to me and grabbed a blanket, and held it up to me as if asking a question.

I shook my head, I was a little cold, but I didn't want to seem weak in front of a potential enemy, but he put the blanket over me anyways.

I shivered comfortably under the blanket and munched on the popcorn nonchalantly.

During the movie I forgot about who I was with and what I was doing and just enjoyed watching the movie, and, the thing was, I kind of liked having Josh's warm body right next to mine. It was so nice to feel protected and comfortable again, even if by a potential enemy. It was the first time in ages that I felt that way, and laughing along to the movie was so... refreshing after a long period of sadness.

The thing was, though, that the movie reminded me so much of Fang. But, it didn't make me sad, it made me kind of... happy. Remembering him. It felt like he was right there with me.

When the movie was over and the credits started to play with the cheesy music, I looked up at Fang and smiled, then quickly shook my head when I realized I was still sitting by Josh.

He smiled back. Idiot.

Then I vaguely remembered the girls skipping downstairs and asking for a sleepover during the movie. Why had I said yes?

"You look tired," Josh said.

"You're psychic, really," I told him drily with a yawn. Then, despite my prevail my eyes started to close. I tried to keep them open but they just kept closing.

"G'night, Max," Josh told me. But before I could tell him to go to Idaho, marry a potato and never come back, I fell asleep. Right there on his big green couch.

Hope you enjoyed and be prepared for Max's reaction when she wakes up the next morning. :D

AND, just to let you know, I'm psychic and I can see your future: You will live in Idaho, marry a potato and be addicted to Twilight movies. But if you REVIEW you will be very successful and live a long, happy life. So, take it from a psychic, you should definately write me a review.

ADIOS UNTIL NEXT TIME AMIGOS!