Hey guys! I know I WAY over reacted on my last A/N but I've came to say sorry! But...I do have bad news. I will be putting this story on a pause while I work on a other fics that I want to get up and posted! I promise I'll definitely pick this story up in early December. I know that's FOREVER and everything but I'm still going to update, maybe not every week or so like I normally do but whenever I can.

Because my grades I have been steadily dropping, I mean I got a B+ in English. That may not be much for you but for me its like hell on Earth. And if I want to go to the place I got invited to (Canada, thanks for asking) I have to get straight A's. But look up Burdge Bug and, AndThenYou on DeviantART they rock one artist one writer. Check 'em out.

Alsoooo, I won Wendy IN YOUR FACE! I DIDN'T READ FOR THE WHOLE DAY! EVEN THOUGH YOU LOST MY BOOK!

Gazzy and I walk towards the girl part of the store where we see Fang getting cornered by Angel giving him the ultimate puppy dog eyes while holding out a hot pink tiara with black and white zebra stripes. "Pleaseeee! It would go so good with your hair!" She whines.

I suppress a snicker as I see Fang's normally black face showing undisguised horror. "No! Angel just put it down!"

She gets a determined look in her eye and jumps up on his back shoving the crown on his head. "Perfect!" She cries jumping off him. He moves to take it off but she sticks out her lower lip and makes it tremble along with adding fake tears to her eyes spreading them wide. If I didn't know how good of an actress she was I would have assumed she was about to have a serious melt down. "You really don't like it?"

He makes the mistake of looking into her Bambi eyes and takes it upon himself to sigh, shake his head and say, "I love but I can't wear it if we're going to buy it."

I take this as my cue to step in, "Oh no. It looks very good on you princess Fang."

He gives me a look that says, I am sooo going to kill you. I shrug and turn towards Gazzy and Angel, "You both get one toy so pick carefully."

Angel squeals and heads off to the place where they sell Barbies dragging Fang behind her by his hand. I take Gazzy's hand and we both walk into the boy section where he looks at the different toys.

He stays looking at toys for a while before I head off to look for a scrap-book. Yes, I know. You're all: Why is Max getting a scrap-book?

Well dear minio- I mean friends even though I am getting bloody and bruised constantly, Angel and Gazzy aren't. And I want to remember the, sort of good times that we've had. That and Nudge said to me and I quote, "Max scrap booking is sooo much fun! You need to try it and if you don't then I'll go and tell Fangy-boy all your deepest darkest secrets."

Now that may not terrify you. But it does for me. Because this has stopped being a free friendship and now its more of a blackmail-friendship. Some times it will go down like this:

(Your beautiful host) Me: I don't wanna go to the play!

(Insane asylum chick) Nudge: Well you're gonna go and you're gonna like it!

It can be very scary with her. Because let me tell you. This play was worse than the time she forced me to read Twilight. Why you ask? Because any self-respecting vampire wouldn't sparkle in the sunlight! It would die!

But you know. Crazy Nudge+Crazy me=Crazy everyone.

I find one that is pretty neutral with the whole girly thing and I start my search for Gazzy. Well my search doesn't go on for long because I find him where everyone would expect him.

The explosives section.

Now don't even get me started on how wrong it is for someone to just decide: Hey its a kid store! Lets get some C-4 up in here! Not that there was any C-4 here...I think.

I see him tinkering with some of the boxes that kids tore open. I rush up to him pretending I don't notice we're in this particular place in the store and ask him, "Have you figured out what toy you want?"

He nods and shows me a box that says,

X-TREME EXPLOSIONS!

I already don't like where this is going.

MAKE EXTREME EXPLOSIONS WITH OUR PATENTED XPLOSION KIT! MAKE:

+STINK BOMBS

+SMOKE BOMBS

+EXPLOSIONS

AND MANY MORE!

Just what I need! Note:It sarcasm folks. If you haven't got used to it yet. Stop reading and leave.

I look at Gazzy, he has his bottom lip jutted out and is using anime eyes. (Its his version of Bambi eyes, but I can't say that—its Angel's thing.) I look back at the box and sigh. "Do you really want it?" I ask him

"Yes." He answers, short, sweet, and to the point.

I look at the price tag. It has a line going through the numbers: $45.95 and above it on a white sticker it says the new price is thirty dollars. "Alright." I say defeated, he gives a victory whoop and I take that as my cue to continue. "But if I get a call from the principal then its going straight in the trash!"

He nods viciously and takes the box from me hugging it to his chest. "Alright I'm going to leave you over here to keep looking at stuff. Okay?" He nods and I walk off.

When I reach Angel I have to throw my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. You know the tiara that she made him wear? Imagine that with a Pink frilly dress meant for kids Angel's age with it.

Extremely hard not to laugh am I correct?

Exactly.

Angel notices me and says, "Hey Max! Look how Fang looks!" I nod keeping my hand where it is for fear of laughing.

Of course Mr. Emo notices this, and shoots me a I-hate-you glare I nod vigorously speaking between my fingers, "Love you too honey!" Before strolling over to Angel looking at her expectantly.

It takes her a few moments to realize what I'm going for and she says, "Oh! Fang's my model! Twirl please!" He grudgingly moves his feet in a twirling motion. Angel tugs on my hand and whispers not so quietly in my ear, "Fang's a really bad model."

I laugh and nod. "Come on let's go get Gazzy." I say.

It takes a few minutes but she agrees and instead of finding Gazzy with his box of explosives like he first had we see him looking at the aisle with a bear dangling by his finger tips—no not a bear the bear that I had used in my "demonstration". It makes my heart warm.

We finally pay for the toys and head home where I get hurt as usual. Not one of the worst beating but not one of the best.

It's a wrap and if you completely ignored my A/N up top then don't come crying to me when I don't update as much as you like.

OH! And check out the song Illusion by VNV Nation, it rocks awesome socks!

Again, sorry for putting this story on break its not that I don't have inspiration it's just that I have a few priorities to deal with.