Hey! Okay, comments:

Sorry Nathaniel773 and xDarklightx! I know the last one wasn't much of a chapter but I felt bad for not updating in a while and wanted to get something out. I'll try to put the Flock back in their normal personalities in this one.

crying over death: I'm going to try a HP/MR. I need four more people to tell me it would be a good idea though. I have the basic first chapter done but I need to revise it.

goldenrose37: I know, right?! :)

Promisely promise that this chapter won't be all songs. Pinky swear.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, my last name wasn't Patterson or Meyer, therefore, I don't own any of the MR or TS characters. *sigh* sadness…

ONWARD!

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Chapter Fourteen

::Max's POV::

Oh, crap. What the h did I get myself into?!

After our little performance, Fang clamed up and settled for glaring at a wall. But Alice kidnapped us and hauled us up to her bedroom.

"So this is what a shopaholic's closet looks like," I whispered, glancing around at the huge larger-than-life space completely dedicated to Alice's 'fashion workshop'. I could see Fang slowing backing up, motioning me to be quiet. I looked away, trying not to smile. But it suddenly became not so hard—in fact, it was downright easy: Alice had just come out of a pile of organized chaos with a clump of clothes in her rock hard arms.

"Try these on!" Alice squealed.

"Uh uh. No way are you going to get me in these." I said, holding up an incredibly short plaid skirt. Alice clapped her hands, "Oh, hey, thanks for finding that! Here, you keep that and…" she rummaged around in the racks "…this!"

"No."

"But you're going to."

"Uh UH. No WAY. Alice? Alice?! Ali— GAH! Hey! This is SO unfair."

I was shoved into a wall and locked in a dark room with Alice. She started pulling my shirt off and shoved me into the way too revealing top with the incredibly short skirt. "NO ALICE!" I yelped as she pulled me back out of the room.

Fang stared at me in shock. The blouse had rolled up sleeves and the top three buttons were undone showing off the red camisole underneath it and quite a bit of cleavage. The skirt barely covered my butt let alone anything else. "I like it," Fang said, eyeing me. I slapped him before I was dragged away by a squealing Alice.

"Shoes!" Alice cooed, grabbing a pair of Mary Jane's and stockings. I reluctantly put them on and glanced at one of the many mirrors. The socks came up to mid thigh and actually looked really good with the clunky Jane's. Ugh.

Alice charged out of the 'shoe room' and I grinned devilishly: it was Fang's turn. (GAHAHAHA!)

After hair, make-up, and a short lesson on how to walk in our new outfits, we were ready.

I had my hair up in two messy pig-tails; my hair dyed a deep brown/black with red and pink streaks. Fang had on a pair of black school pants and a short-sleeved button-up. His hair had been dyed blue and purple, his color scheme clashing with mine. Both of us looked like high school rebels to the EXTREAM.

"Godammit, Fang! Why didn't you stop me from making this stupid promise?!"

"I'm only second in command."

"Your opinion counts!"

"Like you would have listened."

"That is so not true."

"Mmmhmm…"

"I hate you."

We progressed down the grand staircase and met by a five minute squealing fit in which neither Fang or I joined. We just stood there, every so often glancing at each other, until they calmed down enough to actually let us move. Alice and Rosalie (once again, Emmett listening in—he really acts like a girl sometimes) were standing shoulder to shoulder, discussing car arrangements.

We were performing in the school gym since it was the only space big enough (besides the Cullens' house) and because it had a stage for yours truly.

"Can we go now?" I called, bouncing from foot to foot. Fang grabbed my hand and made gentle movements with his thumb. Edward ghosted down the stairs with the rest of the families and we headed to the school.

The parking lot was packed. We had a hard time getting a spot and we were two hours early. Sheesh.

Nudge and Alice had dressed up the rest of the Flock so that they could make it into the dance and not be recognized since Nudge is now Alice's proclaimed assistant in shopaholic related crimes. If you gave them a credit card—beware: there're a force to be reckoned with.

We shuffled inside and helped set up the stage which took about an hour and a half. Fang and I were hanging out in the shoot, waiting out the thirty minutes. "So we know what we're going to sing?"

"Check."

"Disguises?"

"Check."

"Emergency backpacks that hold every single little thing that we could possibly need to save the world?"

"I don't think even the military has that one, Max. Take a chill pill." I shot him a look, "Don't tell me you're not freaking out about this too."

"Are you kidding me? I'm in silent hysterics. I can't believe we agreed to do this."

"Well, that makes two of us." We sighed at the same time and looked at opposite walls. Fang glanced at his wrist watch. "Five minutes."

I could see people walking in and getting food, waiting for the show to start. The stage lights dimmed and a tall stocky woman walked out to the microphones. "Good evening, everyone! I'm so glad to see your smiling faces again so soon. Please, no spiking the punch or smoking in the school. You should know that. But now, without further adieu, I present the Devilish Duo!" Not my name preference, but this was a onetime kind of thing anyways.

Fang and I walked onstage, faking huge grins like we were having the time of our lives—didn't want to disappoint the kids. We sang and danced like we had before, playing off our natural abilities. The audience ate it up. I must say, Fighter and Behind These Hazel Eyes were my favorite. Fang sang Heels Over Head and Light up the Sky. We sang a few others like Drops of Jupiter and Miss Independent. So What was pretty good too.

Everyone was dancing along to the beat, looking like they were having fun. I really hope we're getting paid for this, I thought, glancing around. The band hit the last note of Girlfriend and Fang and I bowed to roars and cheers. Fang smirked at me—my hair was a total mess, my outfit was itchy and sweaty. I glanced at him and smirked back—he looked to be in the same state as me.

I picked out the Cullens and the Flock cheering along with the rest of the crowd. Angel's face suddenly contorted into pain and a shrill scream came through her lips as every light in the town went out.

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Yippee! The fourteenth chapter!

Okay, so….

Fighter—Christina Aguilera

Behind These Hazel Eyes—Kelly Clarkson

Heels Over Head—Boys like Girls

Light up the Sky—Yellowcard

Drops of Jupiter—Train

Miss Independent—Kelly Clarkson

So What—Pink

Girlfriend—Avril Lavange

…and there you go! That's all of the songs in the order that I said them in the story. Every one of them is on my playlist cuz I love them all. Drops of Jupiter is my favorite, though, so…

Chapter Fifteen: possibly this weekend since it's the weekend…

And right now I'm planning a skiing trip for tomorrow (with five other people that I really don't want to go skiing with since I can't be in the same room with them for more than five minutes without having a strange urge to rip their throats out…ouch.)

Oh well. I like snow.

Love ya'!

~*GrEy*~