A/N: Hey guys. Glad you liked the last chapter. Not much happened, but meh. Oh well, you'll live. I hope. If you can, will you go read my one-shot Lips of an Angel? Please? It only has six reviews. Okay then. On with the story. And don't worry. It's far from over.

Chapter 11 - The Finishing Touch

Max's POV

I woke up, fully rested for once. What a nice change. Yesterday came back to me in a rush. I now have the ultimate plan to get Fang back for—whatever it was that he did to me. I can't really remember what started this…

I need some more dye.

I thought you didn't have enough money for dye, Beasty accused.

Uhh... shut up! I didn't ask you! Besides, your ideas sucked. I was trying to let you down gently.

Humph. So that's the thanks I get!

Yep.

He stayed silent. Thank God!

"Come on guys. We're going to the store. We're low on supplies."

"No we're not," Angel disagreed. Ange, it's for a prank. Don't say anything to the others. Okay, sweetie? I thought to her.

"Okay, Max," she chirped.

We packed up camp and headed to the store. What I saw absolutely horrified me. There were tons of band geeks there! This must be like a band geek convention or something! The sooner we get out of this town, the better.

Now, to find the dyes.

Aisle 3, third shelf on the end.

Thanks.

Finally! A little gratitude!

Geez, Beasty is getting more annoying.

Can we just forget about the Beasty thing?

Nope. I happen to like that name.

It's so much fun to torture the voice in my head. And if you don't think that was a weird sentence, you better reread it.

Aha! Beasty is really helpful. I found the dye. The name Beasty will never get old, I thought to myself.

I found the tie-dye and paid. "Guys, we're ready to go now. How about that nice clearing we saw on the way here? It even had a river that we can wash in."

I got some 'yeah's and 'ok's.

We walked to the edge of the town and took off. We flew for about twenty minutes before finding the clearing.

After we landed, I assigned bath times. "Gazzy, you're the dirtiest, so you get first bath. Then Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Fang. Ok?"

"Sure," they replied in freaky unison.

Forty-five minutes later, Fang headed down to the river to wash. I waited for about three minutes before following him.

I snuck over to the bush where he laid his clothes and grabbed them and ran.

I did my job quickly, but thoroughly. I died every inch of his clothes with the tie-dye stuff I bought. (And yes, that did include his formerly black boxers as well.) If he thought he looked un-Fang-like now...

I put his clothes back before he even noticed. Now all I had to do was wait.

It didn't take that long for him to find his little "surprise." I heard him run up the path.

"MAX! What the crap did you do?"

"Isn't it a little obvious? Should I say it really slow for you?"

"Ha ha. Why did you do this? I look like a rainbow freak!"

"Aww, I think you look adorable in a Rainbow Brite sorta way."

"Har har."

"You know, you're pretty much stuck like that for half a year," I said, grinning.

"Oh don't worry. I have a plan for you," he murmured before walking away.

Oh crap. That's not good.

"Umm, I love you? Will that make it better?"

"Nope!" he called over his shoulder.

Double crap.

You know, I think I have the worst deal here. I'm in a pumpkin suit and wearing heels. This sucks. I don't think Fang will ever give me my regular clothes back. At least he's only stuck like that for six months!

Life sucks.

And I'm completely out of good ideas for pranks.

A/N: Well? Good, bad? What? Here's a little poll question: Who do you feel sorrier for? Max or Fang?

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