A/N: Thanks for the suggestions. Keep 'em comin'. Ack. I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated in so long. Stupid writer's block.

Chapter 21 - Photos

Fang's POV

We packed up camp early in the morning. While in the air, Iggy started singing a really weird song.

"L is for the way you look tonight..." It went on and on and on. It was nearly as annoying as The Song That Never Ends. At least he's not singing that I thought. But I thought too soon. He switched songs abruptly.

"This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends..." Darn. Shoot me now.

After two hours of Iggy's lovely singing, Max finally told him to shut up. Thank God!

We landed in a town about six hours away from Saskatoon. This is going to sound a little like Nudge, but where the hell did the word Saskatoon come from? Hmm? Seriously. Were these people high on shrooms when they named the places in Canada?

Did you ever realize how repetitive our lives are? I mean really, wake up, eat, fly, fight Erasers, prank each other, fly, sleep in a cave/tree/abandoned building, wake up, etc. We need to add some -dare I say it?- spice to our lives. So let's add developing scandalous pictures and selling them to my list of daily activities.

That's exactly where I'm headed. "Max, I'll be back in a bit. Gotta do some stuff."

I walked through the town and found a Wallgreen's. I quickly walked to the photo developing place. I put my two cameras on the counter.

"That'll be 30 dollars," the clerk said. I handed over the money, not too happy about the high price.

"They'll be ready in an hour," the girl said, throwing a coy smile my way. I swear, girls are so predictable. I bet she's thinking "Oh em gee! That guy is, like, soooo hot. I mean wow! I'm gonna have to call -insert girl's best friend's name here- tonight and tell her the news! I'm going to give him my number."

The Crazy Girl Clerk's POV

Oh em gee! That guy is, like, soooo hot. I mean wow! I'm gonna have to call Jesica tonight and tell her the news! I'm going to give him my number.

Fang's POV

Yea. Pretty much like that. SO. Back on track here.

I walked out the door. I had an hour to kill. What to do, what to do? Just then, I saw Ryan Cooley, my favorite Degrassi character. Yea, I watch Degrassi. It's a freakin awesome show. You diss it, you have to deal with me.

I followed him as quietly as I could. He turned around quickly, discovering me. "Um. Uh...hi. You're my favorite person on Degrassi. Uh. Can you sign my hand?"

He looked a little freaked, but obliged. He even wrote his phone number on my hand. Yes! He walked away, leaving me staring at my hand.

"Wow," I muttered. That was awesome! Yea, emotionless Fang is obsessive about a TV show. What can I say, I'm a closet emo.

I glanced at my watch. An hour had already passed. I ran back to Wallgreen's and got my pictures. As I was looking through them, I noticed a piece of paper.

'Hi there sexy.

My name's Barbie. Call me some time, hot stuff.

327-976-9375.

Hug and kisses!

-Barbie'

Wow. Two phone numbers in one day! Awesome!

I finished looking through the pictures. They were great. I really have a knack for taking pictures of Max shirtless.

I have the perfect plan for those. I put them in my backpack.

I walked back to our little camp. "Hey, Fang. Glad your back!" Max said warmly. She caught sight of my hand.

"Um why is there a guy's phone number on your hand?"

Oh crap. How do I explain this? She thinks I'm gay. Crap.

"You see, I saw Ryan Cooley, the guy from Degrassi. I asked him to sign my hand. He did, but he put his number there too."

"Fang, are you gay?"

"What? No!"

"Do I need to find a closet for you to come out of?"

"No! I'm straight! I'll prove it to you!"

I grabbed and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth, inviting me in. Who was I to turn down such a lovely invite?

When we pulled apart, Max announced "ok. I believe that your straight."

Max's POV

I'm so smart. Every time I call him gay, I get a kiss. I like this.

But I still want to know why he got Ryan Cooley's number.

A/N: There. Be happy.