A/N: What do you do during Memorial Weekend?

Study? NO

Barbeque? NO

GO To SIX FLAGS? Yes, but that's not the answer I was looking for.

WRITE FANFICTION? YES. DING DING DING. We have a winner.

Song requests? Pretty please with sugar on top?

Also, before I forget (I have HORRIBLE MEMORY), 50 reviews equals one chapter dedicated to FAXNESS.

50 REVIEWS BEFORE JUNE 10 EQUALS TWO CHAPTERS OF FAXNESS , 3

So for FAXNESS, review.

Without further ado, let the story commense.

MAX's POV

"Truth or dare time!" Nudge squealed. That girl will be the death of me.

She exchanged a knowing look with Ella and pulled me to the side.

"It's either this or spin the bottle. Do you want to kiss GAZZY?"

Sighing, I retreated into Fang's arms.

Smiling, Nudge clapped her hands twice and started the game that is despised by everyone who gets tricked into doing something completely embarassing and uncomfortable.

In fact I remember last time I played, I pulled up the dictionary definition to make sure whatever we were doing was legal. I hope google didn't lie to me.

The definition was:

Truth or Dare? is a party game requiring a minimum of two players. The game is very popular with adolescents and children, but is sometimes played by adults too.

Anyways, we all sat in a circle, and braced ourself for torture. Nudge decided to start. "Iggy, truth or dare?"

"DARE!"

Nudge tapped her chin, thinking about what to give to her older brother. " You must run around the block thrice singing California Girls at the top of your lungs, but change California to Arizona and Girls to Boys. But sing the rest of the song the same. And you have to wear my sparkly pink dress."

Twenty minutes later, we were laughing hysterically on the lawn, while Iggy ran aaarrround for the third and final time.

(Iggy singing 'Arizona Boys')
Greetings loved ones
Let's take a journey

I know a place
Where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be somethin' in the water
Sippin' gin and juice
Layin' underneath the palm trees (Undone)
The boys
Break their necks
Try'na creep a little sneak peek (At us)

You could travel the world
But nothing comes close
To the Golden Coast
Once you party with us
You'll be falling in love
Oooooh oh oooooh

Arizona Boys
We're unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
We'll melt your Popsicle
Oooooh oh oooooh

Arizona Boys
We're undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
Westcoast represent
Now put your hands up
Oooooh oh oooooh

Sex on the beach
We don't mind sand in our Stilettos
We freak
In my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo (Oh oh)

You could travel the world
But nothing comes close
To the Golden Coast
Once you party with us
You'll be falling in love
Oooooh oh oooooh

Arizona Boys
We're unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
We'll melt your Popsicle
Oooooh oh oooooh

Arizona Boys
We're undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
Westcoast represent
Now put your hands up
Oooooh oh oooooh

Toned, tanned
Fit and ready
Turn it up 'cause it's gettin' heavy
Wild, wild Westcoast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones
I mean like she's the one
Kiss her
Touch her
Squeeze her buns

The girl's a freak
She drives a Jeep
and lives on the beach
I'm okay
I won't play
I love the Bay
Just like I love A.Z
Venice Beach
And Palm Springs
Summertime is everything

Homeboys
Hangin' out
All that ass
Hangin' out
Bikinis, tankinis, martinis
No weenies
Just a king
And a queen-ie
Iggy my lady
(Yeah)
You're lookin'here baby
(Uh huh)
I'm all up on you
'Cause you representin' Arizona
(Ohhh yeahh)

Arizona Boys
We're unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
We'll melt your Popsicle
Oooooh oh oooooh

Arizona Boys
We're undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
Westcoast represent
(Westcoast, Westcoast)
Now put your hands up
Oooooh oh oooooh

(Arizonaaa, Arizonaaa)
Arizona Boys man
I wish they all could be
Arizona Boys
(Arizonaaa) (ha ha ha ha ha)
I really wish
You all could be
Arizona Boys
(Arizona, boys)

We all were taking pictures and laughing in the thick summer night. I grabbed Fang's hand and headed inside.

Once we were all seated, it was Iggy's turn. "Truth or dare JJ."

"Truth."

"Who would you kiss in this room? And it can't be Logan."

JJ slumped in defeat and pondered her decision. "If I had to choose- Fang, mostly because I'm not going to kiss a girl, Logan's off limits, Iggy acts like an 11 year old, and Gazzy IS eleven years old."

My hand subconsciously tightened around Fang's. JJ noticed and laughed. "I said if I HAD TO CHOOSE. No way will I do that willingly."

Fang pretended to look offended but he was biting back a grin.

"JJ's turn."

"Alright… Ella truth or dare?"

"DARE"

JJ wiggled her eyebrows. " I dare you to wear the same clothes as Iggy for an hour. And I mean you stick yourself next to him in his clothes, so choose something not really valuable because you're going to need to cut an extra head hole."

Twenty minutes later…

"I LIKE THE NEW LOOK!" JJ laughed. Wearing a disproportional cookie monster t-shirt, Ella and Iggy were squashed together. They could barely walk. The best part? When they leaned in to kiss, they bumped together since they couldn't move without hitting each other!

I'm pretty sure I laughed the longest.

When they finally sat down, Ella paid her revenge. "Truth or dare MAX?"

Maximum Ride does not back down from a dare.

"DARE"
"Go to the laundry room and straddle Fang. With three articles of clothing off, not including shoes, socks, accessories, robes, or anything of the sort. EACH.. Stay like that in there until 4:30 AM. I can't wait to hear your parent's scream when they find you like that."

Damn. She got me there. We were leaving at 5. How was I supposed to do this? I was hyperventilating.

Might as well get it over with. 11 PM. 5 ½ hours left.

Fang followed me into his basement laundry room and didn't speak a word until the door was closed and the blinds over the windows were shut.

"You don't have to."

"I don't back down."

"Whatever"

As if to initiate the dare, Fang took off his three articles of clothing. A Shirt, undershirt, and pajama pants. Great. Leave it to Ella to give me the most uncomfortable dare possible.

I turned around and slid a blindfold over Fang's eyes. "Wait," I whispered.

Sighing, I took off my shirt and pajama pants. Now what? All I have left is my tank top and bra and panties? I mentally groaned and slid off my tank top, leaving my in black lace underwear and a red lace bra.

I straddled Fang, kissing him, and took off his blindfold. His eyes flew open, trying to escape the darkness, and his eyes stared at me with subtle intensity. His hands roamed around my body, but I didn't mind. I trusted him. I think.

We saw Ella peaking in, and then saw her turning back to the game. I didn't care. All I felt. All I thought. All I tasted. Was Fang. His tongue explored mine and I put my fingers on every part of his chest- memorizing him. His 8 pack, his toned defined muscles. I saved his eyes for last. I always forget what I'm thinking when I look into his.

On impulse, he bit down on my neck. Great. I have a hickey. Mom's going to LOVE that.

Before I knew it, it was 4:30 AM and I was bolting out of there. Not because I didn't want to stay with Fang. Because his parents were coming downstairs calling us upstairs.

"Max, what's that on your neck?" Alice, Fang's mom, asks.

Shit. I forgot to cover it.

Ella and Nudge erupted in giggles. This was NOT funny.

"Do I want to know?"

I shook my head.

"Teenagers…" Alice mumbled.

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