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I'm soooooooooooooooooooo sorry!

lemme explainnn!

Okay, so, my boyfriend was accused of cheating on me. He didn't. But that sure... alhldskjfhlkjhalrkjhdlfjkh! We'll have been going out sixteen months on his birthday; April first! :D

Other reasons: So, my history teacher called me a liar and defiant. To prove him wrong I've been working my butt off.

Also, I've been... Just... BUSY!

Josh, Sean, and them and people were touring OSU, and stuff. o:

Then, my parents have been all like, YOU WON'T MAKE IT IN TO COLLEGE! and stuff, and I've just been really...

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This chapter is rather short, crappy, filler-ish, and pointless, but I have a plot, soon, I promise.

ALSO!

I READ FANG!

I cried.

Twice. .-.

Disclaimer: I'll make sure to be JP on Halloween so I don't have to post this for at least ONCE!


"You're an idiot," I laughed, swatting at Iggy.

"But I'm your idiot," he smiled at me, poking my side. I jumped and yelped, moving away from Iggy. Right into Fang's lap.

"I think you're both idiots," Fang added, smirking.

I jumped off his lap in record time and almost blushed. Almost. Thankfully I was already too red-faced from laughing that they couldn't tell even if I had.

Five days ago I got out of the hospital, now it was Sunday.

I glanced over at JJ and Ella who were playing some Guitar Hero-like game on JJ's iPod touch. I think it was called Tap-tap or something. Weird name. Both girls were laughing, casting occasional glances at us. I still hadn't told them what happened with me and Sam, and apparently Sam had said something along the lines of, 'Fang didn't beat me up, I got hit by a car.'

"So, Maxie-poo," Fang laughed, "how many idiots do you have? First Sam, Iggy, JJ, Ella…"

"Hey!" JJ and Ella screamed in unison, forgetting about their game.

"You?" I added on to his list.

"Oh, nooo," He chuckled in the way only he can. "I'm no idiot."

"Oh, really?" I asked, eyeing him with sarcastic suspicion.

Remember that kiss that happened a week ago? It was completely forgotten about.

"Yes, really," He smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, really… So, what was William Shakespeare's wife's name?" I asked.

"Anne Hathaway. What does that have to do with being an idiot? That would deal with being insanely smart, like myself." He smirked again.

"How do you know that?!" I exclaimed.

Fang laughed from where he sat and stood up, walking over to me and reaching his hand down to help me up. I took it, feeling an electric pulse shoot up my arm when our arms connected. I released my grip and began to fall backwards, from where I was half way off the ground.

When my butt hit the ground I threw my hand up to cover my mouth and let out a muffled squeak, shocked at myself. What had just happened? Was Fang like, two percent eel or something? It'd be better if he were bird. The eel thing hurt me. If he were a bird he could take me flying.

"Max?" Fang asked, his voice showed just the tiniest hint of concern.

"Fang?" I retorted, heaving myself to my feet.

"Come on, I'm thirsty," he told me, heading towards the kitchen, and then facing the basement. We always went down to get drinks with each other and just talked with each other. Normally we were down there for fifteen to twenty minutes.

I heard Ella whispering to JJ. "That's code for, 'come on, I wanna make out,'" she told her, thinking her voice was lowered enough that I wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, and when you say 'hi, Iggy,' that's code for 'ZOMG Iggy I love you so fricken much and I think you're so fricken hot and amazingly and insanely awesome and if Max ever cared to tell me that you like me as much as I like you I'd tackle you and start making out with you but she's never told me that so—" I paused to take a breath, "—I'm desperate right now, so I wanna know why Max can't just say, 'oh by the way, Iggy told me he thinks you're beautiful and have a great personality and thinks he's falling for you.' Because she's just that mean and won't tell me that!'" I finished, gasping for breath.

Both Ella and Iggy were flushed red and JJ was staring at me. Fang, who was behind me, walked around towards the front and looked at me. "Oh, good. Just making sure Nudge wasn't wearing a Max costume." He said, keeping a straight face. I rolled my eyes and headed towards the basement.

"So, Fangy-poo," I smiled at his nickname. Only I could call him that. Lauren tried calling him Fangy. Ha-ha. That didn't go over well.

"Maxie," Fang smirked, pushing my shoulder. "What?" He asked, looking down at me.

"I don't know. I just want to thank you," I told him. "For everything. Mainly for coming into my life. If it weren't for you… I'd… I'd be lost right now. And… You know you're my best friend, right?" I asked him. He nodded. "I swear, that makes you the most important thing ever. And that song you wrote? Oh my gosh, that was just so amazing! I just… Want to thank you so, so, so, so, so, so, so, soo –"

"Max?" Fang cut me off.

"Huh?"

"Or Nudge," Fang suggested, smirking. "Shut up. I have just as much to thank you for. You're my best friend, Maxie-poo," he crooned sarcastically. I hit his chest. "Look, we both suck with emotion, but I figured it is only fair that if you have your two minutes of mush I get them, too. Not that I want them, but you get me talking, Max. And smiling. And I don't feel absolutely alone all the time. I never do, anymore. Because I know that you'll always be there for me. And you know that I'll always be there for you."

"Sap," I stated, but I couldn't contain the gleeful giggle that escaped my lips. "Thank you, Fang," I smiled, then wrapped my arms around his waist. Tentatively, he returned the gesture, resting his chin on my head. My stomach was churning, now, just from Fang's touch, and I tried to ignore the feeling.

For some reason, I just couldn't.


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