Sorry for not posting in a long time I am a lazy, lazy person. J

Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Wait, I couldn't think any happy thoughts! Okay then, think of a happy memory happy memory happy memory. Ugh! I don't have many

happy memories either! I grew up in a freaking dog crate! Dog crate! Would you have any happy memories if YOU lived in a dog crate for most of your life?!? I think not.

(Sorry to cut in, but just FYI this takes places before the 4th and 5th books. I didn't want you getting confused.)

I looked over to the doorway. Yes, I could move now! The medicine (blech!) actually worked! Anywho,- OMG, I just said anywho and OMG, it must be the medicine - Fang was standing

in the doorway. He had the smirk on his face that only I notice. I scowled at him. He shoulder shook in a little chuckle, great he was enjoying this!

Wait a second! Happy memory! OMG - I'm on a roll here - I can't believe it but I actually consider this a happy memory. I mean sure I ran away, but I really *gulps* liked that kiss. It

was like it was meant to be between us. But it just can't happy, he's like my brother. My mind flash backed to when he face leaned into mine, he's lips coming to my mouth like a

magnet… Snap out of it! Snap out of it! I mentally smacked myself. I didn't want Angel to hear this. Luckily she was outside watching Iggy and Gazzy.

Anywho -again I'm on a stinkin' roll I might as well continue with it - you probably want to know why I was trying to think happy thoughts. Well since us avian hybrids healed faster, we

also produce antibodies better. If you pay attention in your science bio class, you might see where I'm going here. My mom thinks that it I got a vaccine, aka a shot, my body would

produce the antibodies I needed faster.

Remember how I said I hated medicine, well I hate shots even more. They remind me way to much of the School, where I had shots in my arms, leg, and almost every part of my body,

24 -7. I gulped, all those memories coming crashing down one me. Happy memory, happy thoughts, anything happy. I must have had a look on my face because Fang sauntered over

to me.

"Don't worry, Max," he breathed, "we're safe now." He was obviously trying to comfort me in his Fangly manner. Which, even though it was awkward, calmed me down a little. He

patted my leg, again awkward.

We didn't have time to stay in this awkward moment though, cause just then my mom walked in. I told Angel not to listen into my mind, and said several very bad curse words in my

head. Fang, sensing my anger, laughed. His hand was still on my leg that perv.

"Calm down, Max," my mom cooed, sanitizing may arm, "it will only last one second. Then it will all be over and you'll be well in about an hour or so, by my calculations."

She leaned down into her bag and picked up the needle. I turned my head away. My face scrunching in pain. Not realizing what I was doing I grabbed the hand closest to mine. Just so

happens that was Fang's cause it was still on my leg. Curse his pervyness.

My mom counted to three and the needle shot into my arm. I squeezed Fang's hand so hard I think I broke it. I almost screamed it hurt so badly. Years of needles being shot into that

same arm came pouring down on me. I even felt tears find their way to my eyes. I held them in though, I would not cry in front of Fang. And then, it was over just like that.

"Hey," I started," that wasn't so…" I felt something coming up my throat. It felt choppy and sticky all at the same time. "BLEC!" I through up all over Fang, a look of disguest coming to

his face as he flug his broken hand out of mine. If I hadn't just puked I would have laughed.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that throwing up is a side effect of the shot," Mom commented.

Two good things came out of that shot:

-Fang's hand was injured from my grip (punishment for his smirking and pervyness)

-he was puked on and will probably get sick too! (again punishment)

Maybe being sick was so bad at all. Never mind, I feel chunkyness going up my throat all over again.

"Mom, I need a bucket!" I still couldn't get off the couch so a bucket would have to do.

"Sure, now you care where it ends up and you aim," Fang shook his head, water splashing from its edges and getting a little green from the memory. He had had to change and take a

shower to cleanse himself of the puke. I think I have one other thing to add to that list.

-I torment him with this "throw up incident" when he starts the Valium incident banter.

This tormenting will begin… now