52 reviews! You guys rock! So, because of that…

A) I'm giving you a secret, and…

B) I'm giving you guys a contest!:)

So, basically the contest is this:

Whoever has reviewed my story the most by the time it is over will get to appear as a major character in my NEXT story. :D

I already have some pretty cool plots in the works.

Rules:

1) You must be signed in when you review.

2) That's basically it…

And now for the story!:)

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-Recap-

I stayed in his closet for a long moment before sprinting to my window and jumping across the gap back into my room and slamming the glass pane shut.

I sat on the floor, my breath heaving, as I tried to comprehend what I had just seen.

…A gun?

-End Recap-

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"Where's Fang?" I asked lightly as I climbed into the giant nineteen sixty-something generation 2 Volkswagen Kombi. The car was probably older that all of the people in it with their ages combined (Iggy, Ella, Nudge, Gazzy, and now me.)

Iggy shifted in the driver's seat. "He, uh, couldn't make it. He's gonna catch up with us in Boise." Was it just me, or did he sound uncomfortable?

"Why?" Is he, oh, I don't know, assassinating someone?

"Eh. He's got some stuff to do, I guess. Anyway, we should probably get this show on the road. Three day drive, ya know?"Clearly, Iggy was hiding something, but I didn't want to find out what in front of all of these people, because even though I was scared and confused and completely freaked out, I still really cared about Fang and didn't want to get him in trouble.

Even if he was carrying a gun.

"Alright, we're staying at the Bush Street Bed and Breakfast tonight in Carlin, Nevada, so we gotta make some big miles today. Ells, can you plug that into the GPS? 124 Bush Street…yeah, press Nevada now…um, I don't know the area code, can you…oh wait, okay, cool." I watched in deep thought as Ella, who got shotgun, and Iggy, fumbled with the GPS thing before attaching to an air vent on faded grey dashboard.

Iggy turned around and whipped out a list.

"Snacks?"

"Check!" yelled Nudge, who had been put in charge of packing necessities (food, water, chains for when there was snow, ect.)

"Safety gear?"

"Check!" said Nudge again.

"Warm clothes?"

"Check!" we all chorused.

"Entertainment for the drive?"

"Check!" we chorused again.

"Extra underwear?"

"Check!" said Gazzy. We all looked at him strangly.

"What? Prepare for the worst!"

"Money?"

"Check!" said Nudge, pulling out a pre-paided card.

"How much?" Iggy questioned.

"Well, I figured, since out trip is gonna be a week long, and we're spending Christmas there, and all our hotels are paid for, and we each have 500 dollars of spending money, and—,"

"Just tell us how much, Nudgy."

"Five thousand. But Dad wants the change. He said better safe than sorry, though."

"Cool. Christmas presents?"

"Check!" Everyone said excitedly. Christmas was falling on a Tuesday this year, the first day we would be in Kenmore, and everyone was excited about giving each other gifts. My mom, Ella and I were going to have a fake Christmas after we got back (i.e. dinner, Christmas movies and presents from mom). The schedule that Iggy had given to us made our day look something like this:

Schedule for Max's Birthday Trip

By Iggy Walker and kind of Nudge too.

Day 1:

9:00- Leave

9:02- Stop at the grocery store to buy all the junk food mom wouldn't let us bring.

9:05- Regroup and actually leave.

11:00- Bathroom break in Bullhead City, buy lunch.

12:30- Eat lunch in car.

3:00- Bathroom break in Lund. Buy dinner.

5:00- Eat dinner in car.

9:00: Arrive in Carlin, check in, sleep.

And that was only day 1. The whole trip was planned out by Iggy and "kind of Nudge too" in a 5 page itinerary that had been handed to us as we got in the Bus, as the car was lovingly refered to by the Walker siblings (i.e. Nudge, Iggy and Fang). For the millionth time that morning, I wondered…well, I wasn't sure exactly what I was wondering. Fang was defiantly involved, along with the gun and the yellow windbreaker and general oddness of the whole experience. I wasn't going to pretend it hadn't happened. In fact, I planned to confront Fang about it as soon as the time was right. However, I really wanted this trip and didn't want to ruin it for the others.

As we pulled away from the curb, I shot a quick text to Sam, who I was, in fact, still dating.

Hey. We're leaving right now. See ya in a few days.

He replied immediately.

Can't wait to see you babe! About when do you think you're going to get here?:)

Guilt pulled at my stomach because of what I had done with Fang last night…Dylan was so excited to see me, and I honestly hadn't even missed him.

About six o'clock Monday night. Meet you at your house?

I was going to break up with him then.

Cool:) See you then, babe3

I couldn't bring myself to reply, and when I was just about to shut my phone off, I vinrated in my hand.

hey!

Oh, Dylan.

Hi.

What's up?

Not much just driving. We're going on a road trip.

Dylan, despite his annoying-ness and general overly happy attitude, was now one of my closest friends. We had grown a lot closer, especially since we shared nearly every class.

No way! Me too! Where ya going?

My hometown. You?

Visiting an—um—friend, I guess you could say.

Oh cool. Where's your friend live.

Kenmore, Washington. Driving there with my sister. My aunt lives there too.

What!? Seriously!? This was the biggest coincidence of all time!

Are you kidding me!? That's where I'm going too! Who's your friend? I might know him!

Omega Jameson

No. Nononononono. That was sooooo not possible.

THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND!OMFG I CAN'T BEIVE YOU KNOW HIM,

Wait. Something was bothering me, something I knew. Dylan was kind of unsure about his status with Omega, or at least that was what it sounded like to me, and Omega was…

You'd be surprised…. I met him a last year when I was visiting my aunt.

Yeah he's so great!

I know

Was it just me or did Dylan sound slightly less enthusiastic?

Listen I gtg. Ttyl.

Dylan ended our conversation abruptly, before I had a chance to text back. I sat back in my seat, wondering what was wrong with him, and then….

…the pieces clicked together.

"Visiting a—um—friend, I guess you could say."

"So you didn't run because you saw those two girls…making out?"

The way something was always off about him.

The look of relief when he found out I wasn't a homophobe.

The way, even though he was one of the most attractive guys at school, he never had a girlfriend.

The way I had seen this happen before.

Yeha, I had seen it. With my very best friend in the whole world, Omega.

Who was bisexual.

Who was Dylan's 'friend'.

Ohhhhhhh man…

So ya, there's your secret. I'm gonna wait 'till next chappy to bring Fang back, and then we'll get some REAL good dirt…

Don't forget about the contest!

Take me to 450 reviews and Max will begin to uncover the "Fang mystery"!