It's Dinner Time! Hehe. I just had to say that. So anywho, it's the dinner scene. I know you all have been waiting for the awkward hilarity. I got 35 reviews as of now and it makes me feel great. Now I feel greedy so I am raising it to 2 reviews to the next chapter. I'm so greedy right? (Note the sarcasm)

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"So I guess we should go down to dinner," I said reluctantly.

"I like Iggy's idea better. Just stay here and 'suck each others faces off''." He made air quotes with his fingers. It surprised me that he would admit to such a thing. He was usually so passive. He actually sounded...cheery as he said that. He snickered at my shocked face and pushed me out the door. That's when it hit me. It was dinner time. When I came in Fang was still in his boxers that he had slept in. In fact, he was still in his boxers now. Had we really been making out that long?

He quickly pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and followed me out. I was still mulling over the fact that we had been kissing for several hours. He waved a hand in front of my face.

"Earth to Max." I snapped out of it. He smirked. "See, I have you in a daze. Pull yourself together. You're not presentable," he teased. Fang. Teasing. Has the world come to an end? He kissed me softly and then turned me around and walked me to the stairs.

"Shut up," I said. So it was a bit of a delayed reaction but I got it out. That's all that matters. He shook his head slightly then put on his regular mask of indifference. I walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. I quickly built a mental wall around my thoughts to keep Angel out. Everyone was seated at the table in the corner but Iggy (and Fang and I, but that's a given.) who was at the oven pulling out something that smelled heavenly. Fang came in silently behind me. Iggy heard my footsteps and looked up to shoot me an evil grin. (Well, I thought it looked evil but that's probably because it was directed at me. I sat down at the table.

"Max?" Angel asked.

"Yeah, sweetie?" I took a sip of the water that was at my place.

"What does hanky-panky mean?" (A/N I love that word.) I nearly choked on the water.

"Where'd you hear that?" I asked in a strangled voice.

"Iggy's head." I glared at him. At times like these, I really hate that he's blind. Iggy put a tray of lasagna on the table and sat across from me. Fang slid silently into the chair next to mine. Iggy hummed quietly as he cut the lasagna into squares.

"What are you humming, Iggy? Do you not know the words? Is that why you're humming? Is it a good song? I like music? Oh! Fang, can I have the iPod after dinner? I wanted to-,"Iggy cut Nudge off before she could blabber anymore.

"It's just a song, Nudge."

"Do you know ANY of the words? I'd like to hear the-."

"All right." He hummed a little bit more and sang one line. I hated him for that line. Best friends, Ex-friends till the end, Better off as lovers. (A/N I love this song. It's Bang the Doldrums by Fall Out Boy. Did you know doldrums are a state of inactivity or depression? I looked it up when I learned the name of this song. P.S. I have decided to add little bits of songs to each chapter.)

"Why would you be singing that? Do you just like it? Or do you like someone? Or-." Iggy shushed her.

"No reason," he said mysteriously. He put a slice on each plate and put one in front of everybody. "Dig in!" he side, his mood suddenly cheerful. Sheesh. Was he trying to drive me crazy? I took a bite off my food. Through dinner all you could hear was scraping forks and Nudge's incessant chatter. Then came dessert.

Iggy pulled a cake smothered in icing out of the fridge. My mouth watered at the site of it.

"I made cake 'cuz we had some extra stuff lying around." Once everybody had a piece, I said everybody had to put a napkin in their lap. Hey, I have to keep some sense of domesticism. While Iggy was taking a shower in the praise he was given on his delicacy, Fang reached under the table to adjust his napkin. I felt Fang's hand on my knee. I stifled my surprised yelp. I sent a glare his way. He just smirked at me and moved his hand higher. I let out an inaudible squeak. He started to trace little circles on my thigh.

"Fang," I hissed. He just moved up even higher, tracing my hip bone and his fingers grazed the tiny bit of exposed flesh at the bottom of my shirt. I tried to hide the giggles as he became to softly and slowly make circles there too. It tickled. I let one escape and everyone stared at me.

"You all right, Max," Gazzy questioned.

"Fine. I'll be right back." I quickly got up form the table and practically sprinted to my room. I heard something as I left. Iggy bursting into hysterics and all the kids asking what was wrong with me. I mean, I had left half that cake uneaten.

There's chapter 3. Hope you liked it. I like writing this story. It's fun. Tell me what you think.

Peace and Love and Good Grades on Finals (I have one this afternoon. I should be studying right now. Wish me luck),

CRC

P.S. My new favorite word is Faxtion. Get it? Fax Action. Get it? Huh? Huh? Oh, never mind.