(A/N) Wow, I actually updated pretty quickly :D I was so excited to write this though that I just couldn't help it, even though I have other things to upload.

Fang POV

"Do we really have to watch this?" Angel whined.

We were all sitting around our giant computer/TV thing, and Max was grinning deviously. "Yes, we absolutely have to watch this!"

The smaller girl grumbled, "We already had to live this torture before, must we watch it too?"

Reasonably, I pointed out, "You know, if you say that she's only going to want you to watch it more."

"And put it on repeat," Gazzy chimed in.

Angel shut up after that.

It wasn't that I wanted to watch this either, but I knew by now that arguing with Max when you can avoid it isn't very smart. So I just let it go as she clicked on the video and last night's events unfolded.

Nudge was bubbly as ever, stepping out of the limo, donned in a dress that glittered when she walked. "This is so cool! I feel like-like a movie star or something! I've never been to a five star restaurant before, and I can't believe this is really happening!"

"Nudge, you didn't get elected as President, you don't need to start giving speeches," Max grumbled, still not stepping out of the long, stretched out car.

Nudge giggled. "You're just mad you have to wear a dress."

I watched from the front of the restaurant as one long leg emerged from the car, followed by another, until a very angry Max was standing there. "What kind of a restaurant has a dress code?"

I almost smiled. She looked really good, stunning even. The hair and make-up team kind of went crazy on her and Nudge. Of course, the whole effect the dress had on her was completely ruined by the scowl on her face. She leaned over and muttered something in Nudge's ear who smiled and nodded.

The two girls started to walk toward the front of the door. Nudge glanced over at Iggy and smiled shyly. "Thank you," She said graciously as he opened the door, still staring at her.

Max, on the other hand, smacked my arm (though she probably wanted to slap my face) when I attempted to hold the door for her. "I know how to open a door," she snapped with none of the sweetness her sister just demonstrated.

I smirked at her. "That dress is really making you uncomfortable."

She opened her mouth, probably to disagree, but in the end she only angrily told me, "Shut up."

I held the door for her anyway, and I could tell she was debating whether or not to punch me when she took in the surroundings. My Family and I had eaten in restaraunts like this before when we were being interviewed, but judging by the look on Max's face, she'd never been inside a place like this.

Her eyes were wide open in wonder, and she mouthed, "Wow."

Nudge was practically exploding with excitement, and Iggy was grinning in amusement, nodding at just the right times. Then, a slight frown crossed her face as she asked, "Hey, where's Angel?"

Shrugging, Iggy replied, "Said something about how she didn't want anyone but us to see her dressed up like a waitress."

Max snorted, the unladylike noise contrasting sharply with her poised and polished appearance. "Figures. Now, Nudge," She said, turning to her sister. "Can I have my stuff?"

I started to point out that it probably wasn't a good idea to sound like she was talking about drugs on national TV, but I thought better of it.

Her friend sighed and passed the giant sparkling bag to Max who smiled in relief. She practically ran for the bathroom, her heels clacking on the floor. I tried not to laugh when she stumbled a few times and cussed lowly before picking herself up and heading to the restroom.

Being the good host I am, I guided everyone to a small circular table with three posh chairs on the edge. Gazzy plunked down in one chair, and Nudge sat in another, leaving one more spot for a certain blonde who was still absent.

Iggy and I stood there, feeling slightly uncomfortable until finally Max got back. "And there's the Max we all know." I muttered, taking in her Converse and jeans. Her face had been scrubbed of all the make-up, and her hair was really wavy, like she tried to pull out the curls and failed.

"What, did you really think I'd stay in all that crap? My face was begging me to let it breathe without five pounds of cosmetics," She retorted sharply.

And then she smiled, and if I wasn't the manly guy I was, I probably would have trembled. Almost innocently, she asked, "Can you go get Angel?"

I frowned slightly before walking off to go find my sister. She was lounging in the kitchen, staring at herself in a cloud of murky dishwater. "I thought I'd ditched this stuff awhile ago."

"You mean being normal?"

She smiled sadly. "Yeah."

For a moment, i couldn't help but wonder if maybe Max was right about her. There she was, sitting there, whining about how she hated to be normal even though we were even worse off than Max just a few months ago. I wondered how sweet little Angel could have gotten to be such a spoiled rich brat.

I told her that everyone was waiting for her, and she smiled snidely, going back to her usual self. "Well of course they are." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and ushered her out of the kitchen and back to the table where everyone was hanging around.

Max painted on a haughty expression, and Nudge and Gazzy followed suit. They all laughed a bit, before the blonde asked rather snobbily, "Where's my water? I need it, now."

Nudge giggled. "Two slices of lemon here, perfectly chilled to thirty-five degrees Fahrenheit."

"And if it's not thirty-five degrees exactly, we're sending it back," Gazzy added on.

The three of them were classically portraying movies' takes on rich kids. Clearly, the thought they were doing a good job, though Angel did not.

The oldest of the three glared at Angel. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, it's rude to stare at people in a much higher class than you," She quoted. Angel had said many similar things to her before, and her cheeks flamed in embarrassment as she gritted her teeth.

Everyone (except for me) busted out laughing at Angel's facial expression as she hurried back to the kitchen with Iggy and me on her trail. We grabbed the water, the only thing related to food we were actually allowed to handle and asked for lemon wedges. When we got the beverages, we hurried back to the table, where everyone was laughing.

Angel slowly passed the water to Max, who took the glass and smiled sweetly. She lifted the glass up like she was going to drink, then shrugged and dumped it out onto the tile floor. "Oops. Hey, Angel, I think you should clean that up."

I could tell Angel was fuming as she hurried away to go grab a mop, because when she looked at the producers incredulously they only frowned and motioned for her to go on her way.

Nudge and Gazzy were sipping their water as they watched Angel wipe up the spilled drink on the floor. She turned to the cameras, muttering how it would have been much more appropriate for the roles to be reversed.

After she put the mop back, Angel returned to the table, arms crossed over her chest in defiance, waiting for whatever torture would come next. "So, I'm a little bit bored," Gazzy started, and his friends yawned to reinforce his words. "Fang, care to provide some sort of entertainment?"

I stared at him evenly, though really my mind was buzzing. Entertainment? "What kind of entertainment?"

He waved a hand through the air, smirking deviously. "Oh, be creative! You have your own blog, after all."

Frowning, I slowly asked in an expressionless voice, "Knock knock?"

Max groaned, but she smiled and asked, "Who's there?"

"Orange?"

Nudge giggled and replied appropriately, "Orange who?"

"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"

There was a bit of silence. Then everyone started to roar with raucous laughter, and in between laughs, Max commented wryly, "Joke telling is not your thing."

Still cracking up, Nudge howled, "You forgot like half of the joke!"

I sat there and felt pretty stupid, but at least I did what Gazzy asked. One of the producers was saying quietly, "This is great for the show!"

Abruptly, the clip cut off. Max frowned and asked out loud, "Wait, where's the rest of it?"

Angel rolled her eyes and informed, "Obviously they're only going to include the dramatic part of our restaurant experience. They don't want to disgust the viewers by showing them the way you scarfed down your food like a bunch of street urchins."

Max stood up and shot back, "If I recall, you used to be—"

"Stop!" Someone shouted, and we all were surprised to see Nudge watching the two girls. "Can't you go one day without going at each other like this? I thought we would all finally start to get along, but clearly, we can't!" Tears had started to form in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

Everyone was silent for awhile until finally Max reconciled. "Sorry," She murmured to Nudge. She looked at Angel, her gaze sharpening to points more deadly than daggers before hugging her sister, eyes softening again.

Nudge frowned. "I just wish things were different," She murmured quietly.

Max glanced at me, and both of us muttered under our breath, "Me too."

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