Page 55. Yes, we're skipping the other Angel chapter. It consists of a child running on a Tredmill. It's also very depressing. But yeah, sorry we're depriving you of such an important piece of the plot.

"Unhhh…"

I made an onomatopoeia unrecognized by Spell Check as I woke up. This bed was horrible! What was wrong with it?

Irritated, I punched my pillow into a better shape. I continued punching it because punching things is fun. But it was too legal to be that enjoyable, so I punched into the shape of Fang's face and kissed it passionately. There, now that I've contributed to the Fax universe, you can dance in a circle and scream. I'm not going to do it to the real Fang. That'd be as romantic as making out with the bottom of my shoe. That doesn't contain a bird foot. All you people are so cruel to mutants! Did I mention that we're mutants?

Then I fell to the floor because the passionate kissing made me incredibly dizzy. It was oh-dark-thirty, which is the cool way to say its not dawn yet. I guarantee you will achieve popularity if you continue reading this, BTDubs.

As another BTDubs, we're in an abandoned cabin, stealing food from people and taking comfort in their beds. Fang is sleeping on the couch. That may seem awfully vulnerable, but he has his WOP at his side, plus he's trained himself to wake up at the slightest sign that he is under surveillance. It's a talented trait but we're all against him, so it sucks.

"Wake up, guys!" I shouted. "We're all running late! So let's go, go, go!"

"Gggh…" Fang mumbled, incomprehensibly as well.

"Good morning to you too, Little Mary Sunshine," I cooed sarcastically. "Pack this ancient, stained backpack here with Chef Boyardi and stuff. Do it!"

Fang was already moving toward the kitchen cupboards. He methodically began filling it with tuna, sealed bags of crackers, zip-locked bags of trail mix. You know, only the most exciting travel foods.

"Wha's happ'nin'?" Nudge asked, blinking groggily.

"Fang forgot to wake us up!" I shouted.

"What an idiot!" Nudge tsked.

"I never said I'd do that," Fang snarled.

"Pack! Do it!" I snapped. Fang obeyed. Good Fang. I'll give him a biscuit later. Not.

Fang's backpack was rather full. Yay, he was carrying a lot of cans. Surely that would weigh him down. While he got ready, I was stapling Nudge's shoes onto her feet, slapping her back, trying to wake her up. Nudge was always a really slow waker. But now we needed to move, move, move!

I literally threw Nudge out the window, climbed out after and ripped the screen because it made a horrible grating noise that made Fang angry.

"Don't do that," he grimaced.

"Oh shut up and fly," I said back.

Then we flew into the sky.

Not sorry, Fang. Not sorry, not sorry, not sorry, Fang. Boy, I like saying things three times in a row today.

Fax romance is rather like a game of tag in the books. Fang says he loves Max, Max gets hysterical, Max flies away, something horrible happens to the gang that forces Fang and Max to get along, Fax is forgotten for the time being. They have a very underdeveloped love. I'm not sure why you poor shippers hurt yourselves with this knowledge, but at least you can read the fanfics and imagine them kissing and whatnot.