(A/N: to Cassie... I told you about this... But you found it by accident... Lol. Wow. No. You can call me Chloe.:D And the plot contest! Enter or whatever. Don't you want to be in my *not* awesome story? And check Chapter 1, it should be reedited soon. And I'm thinking of doing a horror story after this. What do you think?)

MAX

Well that was just lovely.

There you go, me freaking out and getting all awkward over the smallest amount of care.

I can be a turd can't I? Well, emotions are not me forte. Mr. EmotionlessRock probably has an easier time with them than I do. I mean, sure he can't emote them, per se, but I have a hard time even feeling half of them.

Well, either way, I wasn't going to obsess over it like a girly girl. I had more important things to tend to. Like several wounds.

I looked in the bathroom mirror, assessing my injuries. Downstairs, I could hear Fang shuffling around with Iggy, then several awkward bangs as he apparently dragged Iggy up the stairs. Upstairs, I used two mirrors so I could get a view of the back of my neck by using the handheld mirror to see backwards into the wall mirror It is awkward to describe. After noting that there were maybe six thin cuts, not that deep or long, mostly just broken skin. They were all clumped together, so I opened the first aid kit and kist took out one patch bandage. I cleaned my neck up the best I could, then put the oversized plaster on. After a quick examination, my stitched and everything seemed to be fine.

Something dragged past my doorway, then I heard a knock. I reached out to open the door, when the world swam and twisted around me. My hand missed the door by a good two inches and I lurched forward, managing to stop myself from falling by slamming my hand onto the seafoam blue-green wall beside me with a thud. The world still swayed until I had rested my head on the door a moment. What was that?

"Max?" Came Fang's deep voice.

I began to lift and head and open my mouth to respond, but the second I did, I became dizzy again. No words would come out of my mouth.

"Max?" Fang asked again. "Are you okay in there?"

I nodded weakly, but realized that he couldn't see me. "I'm fine." I managed to say without getting in.

"Can I come in? I need to borrow a washcloth."

"Sure." I shifted over enough so that I wasn't blocking the doorway, but was still leaning, face smushed on the wall.

Fang came in, and I saw Iggy lying on the floor, something dribbling out of his mouth. Spit up, probably. I turned my head to look at Fang rummage through the medicine cabinet. My dizzy spell seemed to be gone, but it had been replaced by an intense exhaustion settling over me like a blanket. I could feel my eyes drooping and I tried to keep them open.

"What hapened?" Fang asked, taking out a yellow washcloth and dampening it under the tap.

"I don't know. I just got really dizzy all of a sudden when I went to open the door. Like the world spun. Maybe I got drunk or something. But I don't think so. Maybe it's because I'm sleepy AND tipsy" I said slowly, my words drawn out by my sleepiness.

Fang gave me a glance, then went on to wipe off Iggy. He dabbed off his face, barely showing disgust, something I would have done. "You should go to bed." Fang told me after cleaning up Iggy's face. He rinsed out the cloth and threw it on the laundry hamper.

I had barely realized I was there the past few minutes. No register. It felt like I was floating.

"Night, Max." Fang said, then used Iggy's limp arm to wave. I giggled as they disappeared into their room. I stayed in the loo for another few minutes with my head resting on the doorframe before I realized I had something very important to say to Fang. I shuffled the short distance to the door and knocked, the door swinging open. "Fang?"

Fang looked at me from where he was standing, wearing his pajama pants and midway through pulling off his smelly party shirt. Iggy lay on the far bed. "Yes?"

"I, Uhhh..." I started. "I had something really, really important to say, but I've forgotten. Well, goodnight." I grinned dopily at him. Again, I felt really, super duper tired, and all the clothes and stuff piled by the door looked really inviting. "I'm going to sleep here, Fang." Sliding my feet out in front of me, I glided down the doorway.

"Max." Fang said sternly, as if speaking to a young child. "You need to go to bed."

"But I am, mon ami." I replied dreamily, eyes closed, almost falling asleep. These clothes were so soft.

"Max." Why was he so mad at me? I was kinda angry at him, and was about to snap at him when I realized something. He was like a dad. A dad I never really had. Oh gosh, now I was sad.

"Fang..." I croaked. "Don't be mad at me please. You're too nice! You're like the daddy I never had... But you're not!" Now I was off the verge of tears. "You're me bestest friend, in the whole world. And I don't have so many friends. Am I your best friend? I don't want to leave you, so I'm sleeping here."

I rolled over to face Fang and saw him rolling his eyes. "Fine." He sighed, sounding exasperated and slightly amused. "Come here at least. You can have the bed. I'll take the floor. Can you at least put PJs on?"

"I don't need the floor. Or pjs. I'm already asleep."

And a second later, I was.

...

I woke up with sun impressing on my eyelids and the sounds heavy breathing nearby. Why were there people sleeping in my room? I rolled over and my hand flopped off the edge of bed, hitting something kinda kind of wiry. It was someones hair. Who was that? I sat up abruptly, making my head hurt a little bit, but I took it that I probably drank a but more than I thought on my first party.

Wait one second... This wasn't my room. Or my bed. And a person was on the floor.

And then the disorientation went away and I remembered what happened. I had gone to sleep in Fang and Iggy's room the night before. Of course that didn't explain why I was in Fang's bed. He must have carried me here. 'How sweet.' I thought dreamily. I looked over to see exactly what my hand was touching to look at the sleeping figure belonging to Fang. He was so cute when he slept... In like a little kid way I mean.

Fang was lying on top of a few blankets, head on a pillow, an extra blanket on top of him. He was wearing dark plaid flannel PJ pants and a black band tee -some group with a name that I sort of recognized, Bullet For My Valentine. He was facing towards me, on his side, arms and legs overlapping. His face was more open, his long, lamp-black hair tumbling on his face. One lock in particular fell onto a peacefully sleeping eyelid.

I nibbled my lip slightly and my hand reached out. I hovered over his smooth olive skin for a moment, then touched his skin lightly, light as a feather, the waited to see if he stirred. When he didn't, I slowly and gently brushed it away. My hand rested for a moment, and I felt him begin to move slightly. I froze, prepared to pretend to be asleep, my hand only touching in a fit of restless sleep. He settled down again, this time lying on his back, but his hand came up and wrapped around mine. Somewhat regrettably, my mind brushed it off as a natural sleep instinct, but part of me didn't.

We stayed there a few moments until a lovely smell filled my nostrils, and I had to break out of daze. Lucky for me, I still seemed to be in my clothes from yesterday, except that someone had thrown an oversized t-shirt over my tank top. Judging by the colour, I was guessing that it was owned by the black loving Fang. I stepped gingerly out of bed, making sure not to tread on Fang on my way out. Because I found my skinny jeans uncomfortable, and I wanted to get downstairs as soon as possible, I decided to rummage around in the drawers nearest Fang's bed for some pants to put on. The first things I grabbed were some dark blue sweats with a drawstring. I tugged off my pants and pulled these on, pulling and tying the drawstring as tight as it would go, and even then, it was still slightly loose.

I left the room and went downstairs to see Iggy cooking somethings on the stovetop.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Not so loud?" Iggy hissed, turning around. He looked like crap, his morning hair messier than usual, his eyes pink with dark circles. "I'm making a hangover breakfast. Need some or want some?"

"Want some." I replied, sitting down at the table.

A few moments later, Iggy set down a large plate, a small plate, a bowl and two glasses with a flourish. "The Hangover Special, Bon appetite." Iggy said. Everything was in fairly small portions. On the large plate there was a portion of scrambled eggs, a sausage, hash browns and half a thick buttered, whole grain english muffin and raspberry jam, on the second plate there was a half of a pink grapefruit dusted with icing sugar and in the bowl, blueberry oatmeal and maple syrup. In the two glasses, there was a purple fruit Smoothie in one and orange juice in the other.

"Wow!" I said, already beginning to dig in. "Thanks!"

"No problem." Iggy replied, sitting down two chairs across from me. "It's specially formulated to help relieve a hangover. I did a project on it last year."

"Did you get in trouble?" I asked after I had finished the eggs and sausage and had begun to squirt a red stream of ketchup on the hash browns.

"Nah. Im pretty sure the judge was suffering from a hangover."

"I'm going to be drinking age soon." I said, taking a sip of the Smoothie. "Oh my gosh, your food is bloody amazing. This should totally go on the Leslie's Breakfast menu." Leslie's breakfast was a worldwide breakfast chain that my dad owned. And I was serious. I was going to call my dad today and ask him to put this on the menu. I tried to think of a good name... Perhaps 'Iggy's Morning After Special'. It needed work, but that would be a great birthday gift.

"Thanks, and so will Fang and I." Iggy said, brushing me off.

"No." I protested. "Really soon. Like in two weeks."

"That soon? Wow?"

After that, Iggy and I ate in silence until I heard the sound of bare feet padding down the stairs.

"Morning," Fang mumbled helping himself to the food. "Thanks, Igs." he sat down across from me and began to shovel the food down his throat.

"Hey." I said, taking the last bite of oatmeal. "Uh... Thanks for the bed. How did you sleep?"

"Fine actually." Fang replied with a full mouth.

"Fang can sleep through pretty much anything if he wants to. Probably even an earthquake."

I chuckled. "Jeez. So I could like, burn the house down around you, Fang?"

"No. But you sleep like a baby. You are so adorable asleep." Fang smirked. "You sleep pretty heavy too. You didn't even stir when I carried you into the bed last night."

I blushed. So that was how I got there! I should have expected that. "Thanks again. And... Uh... Sorry for me being kind of weird last night." I stood up and put my dishes in the dishwasher, then washed my hands. "When are Nudge and Angel and Gazzy coming home?"

"In a few hours." Iggy told me.

"I'm going to go shower. So don't use the loo." I said. I felt all yucky from yesterday night and my skin felt so greasy for some reason. It was as if someone had pumped every pore with some viscous liquid and it felt nasty. There was nothing I wanted more at this moment than to just shower.

I exited the kitchen and grabbed a towel from the linen closet, this one was light blue and incredibly fluffy. I rubbed it against my face for a moment before stepping into the washroom. Pulling back the opaque white shower curtain, I noticed there was no soap, so I went to my bedroom to grab some of the stuff I had brought from England. This stuff was really good, because my dad had gotten it for my birthday, specially made from one of the best soapmaking company in the northern hemisphere. It was amazing. It didn't dry out your skin, and smelled just like roasted almonds and vanilla, full of goats milk and other herbs. Even a person like me could appreciate it.

My fingers twisted in a lock of my hair on my way out, and it felt really knotty and gritty, so I grabbed some shampoo by the same person, too.

In the bathroom, I turned on the knob to hot water and stepped in, letting the feel of hot water reclaim me from my still drowsy state and drag me to the fantabulous world called Shower. The soap and shampoo made the bathroom smell like a fantastical atmosphere, a realm that had yet to be tainted by human hands. This was heaven.

So imagine my despair as the hot water became warm water and the warm water became neutral and the neutral became lukewarm, and I realized that it soon would become cold, and I was forced to step out. When the first streams of cold hit my exposed arms, I quickly turned off the shower and stepped out. The cold hit me like a wall. It felt like the arctic.

I grabbed the towel and turned off the fan, hoping for relief from the cold to no avail. I wrapped myself tightly in the towel and stepped out into the hallway, then my room, where I tugged on my underclothes and pulled back on the PJs I borrowed from Fang. I towel dried my hair and combed it through before returning downstairs ad turning on the television. Fang and Iggy were just finishing up and then proceeded to sit next to me,

Fang on the couch with my, and Iggy splaying out on the loveseat, not bothering to turn on the lights.

What was I in the mood for today? I quickly settled on horror, and found a movie that was starting in two minutes.

"You guys okay with this?" I asked. "It's called The Ward."

"Yeah..." Fang said. "I love horror."

"Me too." I told him, then we steeled down to watch the movie.

...

Shortly after the movie ended, Iggy was asleep again, Fang and I were still just sitting together, channel surfing, the door chime pinged.

"Were home!" Cried Angel.

I turned around to see her and Nudge. "Hi, Nudge, hi Angel." I greeted.

Nudge waved at me.

"How was it, Nudge?" I asked.

Nudge smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

"Why aren't you talking Nudge?" Fang asked, resting his chin and arms on the back of the sofa.

"Laryngitis." She rasped, her voice cracking. "My voice is gone."

We all burst out laughing.

Nudge not talking?

(A/N: I know the ending is boring, but I decided to spare you the cliffy.)