'bunnyxx' pointed out something interesting...

This fic is labeled 'Max and Fang', but Fang is the father of three children, and not one of them is Max's! Fang, Jeez!

Fang: Yeah, but not one of them exists, either.

Me: Fang, really, I think it's about time you believed in little Christian/Athena.

Fang: If this child really does exist, why don't you find out what gender it is instead of calling it Christian/Athena?

Me: It'll ruin the surprise!

Fang: -sigh-

Me: Besides, after Bellagail's story about us...

Fang: Don't mention that lie!

Me: That story is not a lie! Everyone should read it! It's called Fangy Loves Joo St Fang of Boredom!

Fang: Please don't read it...

Me: Read it. And read my review on it, too! I swear, Bellagail must've stalked us...

Fang: Stalkers...

Me: Hey, Fang....-pulls out random tape recorder- -presses play-

Tape Recorder: (Fang's Voice) I love you.

Fang: WHERE DID YOU GET THAT????

Me: Mwahahahahaha......

Fang's POV

I swear to God I will never eat another egg again.

It was about six in the morning and I was lying awake on my mattress/thing, just staring up at the ceiling. I was actually surprised I wasn't dead yet. I was convinced that I'd thrown my stomach up, and maybe my appendix. I don't know, I lost some organ. The part of my body where my stomach used to be hurt like hell. Oh, I had a headache, too.

The only good thing about the whole thing was having Max there. She was curled up next to me on the mattress, sound asleep, using one of my wings as a pillow. I reached over and brushed her hair back. Her face twitched slightly, but she didn't wake up.

I could just imagine what kind of night Max and her mom had had, taking care of me. I'd have to find some way to thank them sometime.

Ok, I could think of a couple ways to thank Max, but, well, maybe I shouldn't be thinking about certain stuff...

I was just thinking of going back to sleep myself, when I heard the door creak open. "Fang? Max?"

I sighed. "Yeah, Ig?"

"Oh, God, you sound bad." Iggy whispered, walking in. "You ok?"

"I'll live." I told him. "What is it?"

"Well, I was going to ask Max if she wanted anything to eat."

"She's asleep."

"Oh. You want something to eat?"

I made a face. "You kidding me?"

"Ok, ok..." He sighed. "Fang...If I tell you what happened this morning, you promise not to laugh?"

I thought about it. "No, but you've gotta tell me now, so shoot."

He sighed again. "Alright, so last night, I was sleeping on the couch, and Ella came in-"

"Ig?" I asked warily. "Do I want to know?"

He glared at me. Or, well, in my general direction. "Fang..."

"Ok, ok, go on."

"So, Ella came in 'cause she couldn't sleep, and we watched TV together for a while, then I guess we fell asleep, and....the Flock took pictures of us on the couch."

I grinned. "Iggy?"

"Yeah?"

"Who do I go to for copies?"

Another glare in my general direction. "Shut up."

"Ok, Ig, is there any other reason you told me that besides to make me feel better?"

"I didn't say that to make you feel better."

"Whatever. It did anyway."

"Well, Fang, ummmmm....ever been to a dance?"

I stared. "Ummm....Ig? Do you know who you're talking to?"

Iggy sighed. "Yeah, yeah, well...do you know anything about dances?"

I thought. "Well, you dance at them. There's music. I think they have food sometimes. Why?"

"It's about this dance Ella invited me to go to." Iggy explained. "I don't know what to do. Heck, I don't think I know how to dance!"

"Well, I can't help you with that one." Yeah, me and dancing? I don't think so. "What kind of dance is this?"

"What do you mean, what kind of dance?"

"Casual, semi-formal, or formal?"

"Huh?"

"I saw it on TV once." I explained. TV, our personal homeschool teacher. "Casual's when you just wear whatever and formal's when you have to wear, like a suit thing."

"What semi-formal?"

I shrugged. "No clue."

"Great..."

"Hey, why don't you try the blog? I'm sure one of those people have been to a dance."

"Great idea. Hey, can you type for me?"

I shrugged again. "I think so." I was starting to feel a bit better, though nowhere close to perfect. "Hand me the laptop."

Welcome!
You are reading Fang's Blog.
Visitor Number: Does anyone really care?

Hey, Iggy here! With Fang, who's typing for me. Anything he says is underlined.

Yeah, I'm typing for him after I was sick all night.

Well, I could have told you not to eat those eggs.

Shut up.

Anyway, I just had some quick questions to ask.

1. Anyone ever been to a dance? What do you do at one?

2. What's a semi-formal?

Thanks in advance, guys. And girls.

Nice save.

Thanks, Fang.

Iggy's taking Ella to a dance!

Shut it!

Hey, I'm typing for you. Heck, why am I reading him what I'm typing, anyway? I'll stop that.

So, yeah, I'm going to this dance

So he can steal Max's sister

which is why I need to know.

He's running away to Vegas with her.

And, yeah, Ella is coming with me.

Iggy has a celery fetish.

Just as friends, of course.

He's going to make Ella dress in a Celery Costume,

So, uhhh, wish me luck at my first dance, guys! And thanks again!

He'll send you pics of they're celery-looking children.

Gosh, I don't even know how to dance. Nervousness....

Dancing with his pet celery in the shower doesn't count.

-Iggy

-And Fang

Celery.....

Fang: Celery fetish?

Me: Hee hee....I hate celery.

Fang:....You make no sense.

Me: -giggles- -plays tape recorder again-

Tape Recorder: (Fang's Voice) I love you.

Fang; STOP IT!!!!!

Me: -uncontrollable laughter- -keeps pressing button-

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