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Angel and Nudge were up to something. They had been running around upstairs with suspicious looks on their faces all day. I figured that it would be best if I got out of their way to stay out of the line of fire, so I went downstairs. I sat on the couch with Dylan and watched T.V.

After about two hours, I decided to go upstairs to my room. I thought that giving the girls space would keep me out of harm's way. Big mistake. They had turned my room into a whole date-night scene. On my bed was the pink frilly dress in the magazine Nudge had shown me. It was a light, sparkly pink strapless dress with a black trim along the bottom. The dress was surrounded with roses. They had surrounded my window, the very same place where I had cried over Fang time and time again, with roses and had a pink curtain hanging high above it. They had also transformed my master bathroom into a salon to get me ready. The counter was lined with all sorts of hair products and makeup. Basically, all the things I was scared of that wasn't particularly life threatening.

Just then, Angel walked in behind me. "Now you have a place to go on a date," she said in her sweet, angelic voice. I was about to say 'no' when and she spoke again. "Pleeeaaase, Max? For me and Nudge?"

I was about to put my foot down, but then I figured that Dylan and I were together, so we might as well go on a small date. "Oh, alright."

Nudge's POV

She agreed. Nudge heard angel's voice in her mind, a good sign. She'd gotten Max to agree to the date. Everything was going smoothly. Now just al long as Dylan cooperated...

Dylan's POV

Dylan got up from the couch a bit after Max left and went to his own room. He stopped at the doorway when he saw a black tuxedo sitting on his bed surrounded by roses. Nudge got up from the end of the bed and smiled at him. She gestured towards the tuxedo and spoke.

"It's for your date with Max," she said happily. Dylan nodded his head and let Nudge lead him into the bathroom.

Fang's POV

Fang told his flock to start climbing down the cliff and that he would meet them after he put out the fire.

"I'll help," said Matt. Fang sensed that Matt didn't just want to help for the fun of it, so he agreed. When everyone was out of the cave, Matt spoke.

"Hey, Fang? Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Let me guess. Girl questions?" Fang asked. He's now solving a bunch of fifteen-year-old kids' romance issues when he still had his own to think about.

"How'd you know?" Matt replied. Fang imitated Matt the night before, opening one eye to check on Caroline.

"Oh. Heh, heh," Matt said and scratched the back of his head nervously. "You saw that?"

Fang nodded. "What's your question?"

"Well, how do I tell her?"

"Well, first make sure you can be with her. Then, the next time you're alone, just tell her."

"Thanks. And, let's not mention this to Jake. I don't want him to feel left out. He's like a brother to me."

"Sure," Fang promised, refraining from laughing at the irony. "I'm sure he'd do the same for you."

"Really?" Matt asked.

"Positive."