Chapter 12

A/N: Hey yall! So I would just like to remind y'all about our goal of 100 reviews by 15-20th chapter! Also, I just wanted to tell you that mango bubble tea is da bomb dot com it's SOO YUM, I can't even describe the magical properties of it. So if you've never tried it (or even if you have) I suggest you leave your electronic device on and run down to the street. Then find a bubble tea place, dash in yelling, "MANGO BUBBLE TEA I NEED IT NOW," and then pay (Don't STEAL... don't forget to ask for pearls - essential for the full BB tea experience) grab your BB tea. Then calmly walk back home while sipping your absolutely delightful drink and then read this chapter of the fan fic. No need to thank me. You're welcome. -Ashley :P

Sigh, hi. I don't want to make the AN too long *cough* Ashley *cough* :P -Michelle

WHO LOVES HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER? GO WATCH IT. Best show ever. -C

Disclaimer: - These are annoying. Just wanted to put that out there. So, um, yeah. We're disclaiming LADEEEDADEEDA. HEHE, you were distracted by my singing you couldn't hear the disclaimer. *sigh* You have so much to learn. -Ashley

Um they aren't that annoying Ash. Just write, "MAX AIN'T MINE." Keep it simple. Black and White. Red and green. Cookies and cream. Bubble and tea. You are the beans to my burrito. See? Simple.

Nudge's POV

Argh. Stupid. Little. Kids. Stupid tree. Stupid rain and sun that made the stupid tree grow. Stupid sky that holds the sun and clouds full of rain. Stupid planet that holds the sky. Stupid universe for the existence of the stupid planet and stupid sky and stupid sun and stupid rain and stupid tree and stupid little kids.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can; You can't catch me, I'm the Blond Gasman!" the extremely annoying cackle of that kid named Gas or whatever echoes around the park. I have to hand it to him, though. Changing the name "Gingerbread man" into 'Blond Gasman" is genius. Haha like ginger means a redhead but he's blond, oh my gosh bravo little man! Ahem.

Angel, Gas, and I have been playing tag for what feels like hours. I'm exhausted. I don't get how kids can do this. At this point in time, I'm gasping in air with my hands on my knees, cursing those kids and that stupid maple tree that's standing a few feet away from me. Angel and Gas had been running side by side and I was gaining on them when they suddenly split apart and ran in separate directions. The little twerps had made me chase them right up to a tree, which I hadn't seen was there because I was too focussed on kicking their scrawny butts, so I found myself running smack into the huge trunk of the tree. It was very cartoon-like, I've got to admit.

Now I check my watch once more while rubbing my bruising head. It's 11:05 pm. I have 5 minutes until Max will get to rub it in my face, that I couldn't catch these two midgets either.

"Yo girlie!" Gas screams from the top of the play structure. Angel is giggling beside him.

That kid's going to pay.

I sprint towards the structure, bellowing a battle cry, when they suddenly disappear. Huh? where'd they go. That's when I spot them scuttling away into the small tangle of bushes near the playground. They must have jumped from the play set, that's kind of impressive. They're taking refuge, eh? I can smell my victory already.

Dropping to the ground, I slither towards their hiding spot like the creeper I am. I'm right in front of the bushes when their cute heads pop up to check if I'm close to finding them.

"Roar!" I yell like a madwoman and snatch the two squirming kids with both arms.

Angel and Gas shriek and kick around.

Whoops. I underestimated the weight of the two kids. They're almost as heavy as Max! Oops, don't tell her I said that.

I topple over and we all drop like stones.

"Oof," I grunt.

And they're off once again. The brats didn't even care that I could have fatally injured myself and they dashed away. Kids these days...

"Argh!" I glance at my watch again. My 5 minutes have passed. Now I have to face the humiliation that Max will no doubt put me through.

I get up and dust myself off. "Fine! Find your own way home. I'm leaving with Max!"

I didn't even hear a peep of complaint. Sigh. Walking towards the slides where I left Max, I spot her sliding down and climbing back up. She notices me and a grin of pure evil spreads across her face.

"Hey Nudge!" She hollers from the top of the slide. "Where are the kids? Huh?"

I mutter, "I couldn't catch them."

"What's that?' Max yells, although I'm sure she heard me.

"I said that I couldn't catch them! Now get down from that thing and let's go home!"

Max laughs and slides back down. She jogs over to me and says, "C'mon, let's go find them."

"No! I refuse to chase those weirdos again like a crazy rhino on crack. I'm going home. You are too." I grab her arm and start to drag her in the direction of our apartment.

"Wait! They're little kids, we can't just leave them here all alone."

"Gosh, Max. They're qualified miniature spies, I'm sure they can manage to get to your house."

Doubt flashes across Max's face. "Now that you mention it, they probably could," she muses, "but if something happens to them the CIA will rip off my head!"

"They'll be fine," I yell, before dragging Max away before she changes her mind.

When I say dragging I'm most definitely not kidding. Max keeps thrashing around and looking back. I admit I was feeling guilty about leaving the two kids but really, they have to grow up. They're apparently ten and twelve years old!

Our apartment is fairly close to the park, only about 6 blocks away, but I swear, it felt like we were walking forever. Max isn't the most easiest person to drag. So you get why I was so excited that we finally got home. But I can't seem to shake off this horrible guilty feeling.

"Nudge?"

I look at Max. We're standing at the base of the long flight of stairs leading to our place. I see her face and I know immediately that we're thinking the same thing.

Max's POV

"Angel? Gazzy?"

Nudge and I continue to holler their names like we've been doing the past ten minutes. Right when we got to our apartment, we looked at each other, turned around, and raced back to the park. We couldn't just leave the kids helpless and all alone. Ugh. I know, we're just too nice.

We've searched the playground, behind the trees, and in the bushes. We haven't left one stone left unturned, except that big one that was too heavy. Not the point. The point is that we can't find them! Angel and Gazzy have just disappeared in the blink of an eye. Well, I guess they did have like ten minutes to disappear but again, not the point! It's all our fault. It's all my fault!

Nudge jogs over to me. "I can't *gasp* find them *gasp*!"

I sigh, "Me neither."

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. The CIA will tear out my internal organs if we can't find them, and I very much like my organs inside of my body. I have to report to them tomorrow, Nudge."

Nudge nods at me sympathetically and starts with a rueful voice, "I'm really sorry, Max. It's all my-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I jump right out of my skin. Slowly, I slide my phone out of my pocket. This better be Ella calling because if the CIA is checking in on how I'm handling Angel and Gazzy so far, the ripping out of my organs will start a lot sooner than I thought. I peek at the screen. Oh, I'm screwed.

Unknown number.

I press "answer" and bring the cell closer to my ear. "Um, hello?"

"Hello, Max."

The voice is very deep and slightly familiar. He speaks smoothly like how spies are trained to, but so few of us really master. It might be one of the male agents I've met briefly before. Crud.

"Hi. Who is this?" Please don't be checking in on me, please don't be checking in on me. I love my organs.

The guy on the other end surprisingly stutters, "Oh, um, you don't know? Uh, sorry. It's Fang."

Oh my sweet potato pie. HALLELUIAH!

"Um, hey Fang," I chuckle awkwardly, "Wait...How did you get my number?"

The phone is silent and there is a long unexplainable pause before I hear a large slam.

"I stalk you."

"What?!"

"Yes Max, I have loved you since your first breath When I saw you enter the school doors I immediately fell in love with your magical beauty. Right then and there I knew I wanted you. We are meant to be, we are soulma-" says Fang before there is a splintering eruption and a whole lot of yelling.

"EEEEEEKKKK!"

*BAM BAM SLAM*

"OH YOU BETTER BE SCARED LITTLE MAN. I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

*sHATTER BOOM BOOM*

"Ahhh, please don't hurt me, PLEASE!"

*Crash Crash Crack*

"GIVE ME THE PHONE, NOW!"

*CACKLE CACKLE CACKLE*

"Never!"

*ROOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRR*

"YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.'

"HAHA GOOD FOR YOU DUDE. KISS MY BUTT YOU SUCKER!"

*CRASH BANG THUD*

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

The line went dead.

Throughout this whole scene I was just listening with my mouth hanging open like a total idiot. I realized Nudge was staring worriedly at me. I shrug. The conversation on the other side of the line was pretty funny, not considering the threats and stuff. A horrible thought pops up, "Was that not a joke and is Fang being murdered right this second?" Or I guess he could've been drunk. Well, he's an assassin so he'll probably be able to look after his own butt.

A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for reading our story! Now we shall answer a few of your questions. "What's wrong with Fang?" you ask. How should we know? "Is he okay?" you wonder. Lol tricked ya we do know because... like we wrote it. "Are Max and Fang really soulmates?!" No freakin' DUH! :) -Michelle and Ashley

AN #2 I make my own authors note. I am a T. rex. Goodbye. -C