Fang POV:

I try to take my mind off things by sketching some ideas for the next issue of Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports.

Darn it.

Stupid "Teacher Work Days".

Usually I would be elated to be able to laze around in my boxers* drawing and drinking coffee but I thought I had plans today.

Here I was all pumped up.

I was gonna talk to her.

I decided.

I got up at 5 in the frickin' morning to prepare myself. And when I finally got ahold of my nerves and picked out a "cool but not trying to hard outfit", what do I get? My mom confused as heck as to why I am up and dressed so early on a day off.

It's like she thinks I never make an effort to look nice…

You know what? Never mind about that.

I mean, what exactly are teacher work days anyways? Is it like some super-secret training session on how to most effectively bore young teenagers into a possibly deadly coma?

Eugh.

I'm dragging. Is there really such a thing as a "morning person"? Is it possible? Who would be happy about getting up at this hellish hour?

I set down my drawing pad without looking at it and get up out of my lazy boy while I try to locate my prey within the mess that is my room. Usually, I'm more organized, but, you see, I've had a lot on my mind…

Okay, that was a lie.

My room can generally be described as a "pigsty". There are just so many things that are more important than cleaning my room. It's a waste of time. Besides, I usually know where my stuff is…

Speaking of, where is it…?

Ah! There it is!

I break out in an uncharacteristically huge smile as I dislodge the object of my attention: my coffee brewer.

Yay.

In my opinion, a morning does not "get goin'" 'til at least the 3rd cup o' joe.

I have a lovely selection of coffee blends, grounds, and beans that I store under my couch for occasions just as these.

What type of mood am I in? Hipster? Mountain manly man? Girly skinny jean boy?

Hmm… Decisions decisions…

I decide to go for "simple but effective" and pluck my custom blend of "Fang's Morning Mojo" out of the box and get Louie percolating.

Did you know that "percolating" is what coffee brewers like Louie do? I just found out recently and now I use the word "percolating" every chance I get.

Percolating. Percolating. Percolatingpercolatingpercolatingpercolate.

Sorry. Just had to get that out of my system.

Also, you may be wondering about "Louie".

Well, you see, I named my coffee brewer because of how long we've been together. We go way back. He's like family at this point. I got him at a yard sale when I was 7. Poor Louie was sold for a buck fifty. Horrible, really. I've put efforts into integrating him into my family and have been cultivating my caffeine habit ever since. So, you see, it would be weird if I didn't name him.

I grab a semi clean mug off my floor and fill it up to the brim before retreating back to my lazy boy and taking a long draw.

Ahhhhh.

That hits the spot, man.

I drink a couple more cups, and when I am satisfactorily caffeinated I pick my drawing pad up off the floor before collapsing onto my couch to review what I've drawn so far.

I open my drawing pad and blink in mild shock.

Somehow, I unconsciously drew Maximum and Molar side by side.

Hmm.

They look surprisingly nice together. Like they are meant to be together—not just the wings but something in the way they stand and in their gazes.

I've been feeling that my manga has been missing something lately, maybe… it was this?

I sit up hurriedly, grab a pencil, and start to sketch wildly.

The drawings and plot flow out of my pencil onto the paper effortlessly. Somehow, it just seems… right.

*I just can't see Fang as a briefs guy. He seems like a boxers guy all the way.

A/n: jacksonpotterridefan101—how's that?

+I would like to thank all of my reviewers. You all give me confidence where I am sometimes lacking. I will try to continue writing this story in a way that will satisfy you all. *bows*