A/N: Sorry for the wait…here's Chapter 6! Has anyone heard of the new book Going Bovine? I'm almost done with it and it's really good! I recommend it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm not James Patterson.

Chapter Six: Shopping?

Fang POV

After a couple hours of searching random things on Google, updating a few entries on the Blog, and drinking a couple grande coffees, I left the internet café and went to check-in to a dinky little motel like the ones you see that get invaded by SWAT because there's an axe murderer inside it.

I thank the less-than-thrilled-looking old woman at the front desk after handing over my money and receiving my room key. I rented the room as a running payment, meaning that I didn't know how long I'd be here so I was paying by the day but still got a deal.

It was just past twilight and the sky was still somewhat pink. I felt my stomach growl and figured that this place didn't have a complementary restaurant, so I left the room and headed to a McDonald's with a hooker out front and bullet holes in the front glass. I roll my shoulders back and prepare myself in case I happen to get jumped or something.

A tanned kid that couldn't be any more than 17 but still had tattoos covering his neck and a giant serpent wrapping itself around his bald head was standing at the register.

"Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order?"

I'm not sure if he sounds high, or if he really just doesn't want to be here.

I order three Big Macs, a large coke, and two large fries. The kid looks at me for a second after he takes my money and calls back the order, then props himself up against the counter and tries to make small-talk.

I hate small-talk.

"So, 'ya got the munchies or somethin'?"

Great. He thinks I'm a druggie.

"Uh, no, just hungry."

He laughs, at which point I am sure that he is indeed high because guys of his size don't sound like a hyper Nudge laughing.

"Aw, that's rich man!"

"Seth! Order up!" a burly man hollers from the grill.

"Ah-rite, ah-rite." He mumbles, walking off to get my food.

I stand, not entirely sure of how to look or act, and finally receive my food. I nod to Seth and take my tray to the furthest corner of the restaurant and make a mental note to order take-out next time.

I nearly inhale my food, choking a few times, and am finished within seconds. I refill my soda and haul ass out of there.

Even though the motel is only a couple blocks away, I launch myself into the air, the only really safe place, flap a few times, and land silently behind my room window, sliding it open to crawl through and drop onto the floor.

After changing into a pair of shorts and a cleaner black shirt, I flop onto the crappy bed and swear a spring stabs me in my back. "Wi-Fi Available!" is on one of those little ad cards sitting on the nightstand. I contemplate going out and buying myself a new laptop, but it wouldn't be near as nice as the one we lifted before.

It doesn't matter though, it's not like I can go back and get my other one anyways.

I roll over onto my stomach and pick-up the remote control, flicking it on to an old football game. The cameraman continues to focus on the cheerleaders whose shorts are so short I'm surprised they can even be classified as clothing.

I soon recollect the time we went to our first football game back in Texas. Max was so much against it I was surprised I even got her into the stadium.

Fang, would you quit looking at them like they're pieces of meat!? Angel's voice still echoes in my head.

I hammer the power key and chuck the remote across the room, where it hits the wall with a thunk and immediately dismantles.

"I need to come up with a freaking plan, sitting around waiting for a random sign just isn't working out."

Max POV

I warp into hyperdrive and make it back to the house in less than 10 minutes. It was only barely past noon when I catapulted through the front doorway and into the foyer. Tears streak down my face from being in hyperdrive and air searing into my eye sockets, my hair is in the worst tangle I've ever seen, I may even have to cut the rats out of it.

But that is the least of my thoughts right now.

I reached into my pocket and fingered the jaw. It was still there!

I run through the foyer into the living room and spot Nudge.

Just the girl I wanted to see.

"Nudge!!" I exclaim.

And evidently she was really zoned into her iPod because when I said her name she jumped so high into the air I could've sworn she was prepping for take-off.

"What!? Oh, hi Max…MAX!!! Omigosh!! You're back and you're okay and you're safe and you're all in one piece and you don't look like you've been run-over by a truck or free-falled off of a giant cliff with your wings tied behind your back or anything!!! Although your hair has definitely seen better days" she ran over and engulfed me with a hug, "I'm so glad you're back safe!!"

"Me too, sweetie; Nudge, I have a really, really big favor to ask of you."

"Anything, Max! Just name it!"

I unzipped my pocket and pulled out the snake jaw.

"Eeeee!!!! Gross, gross, gross…hey wait a minute…MAX! NO WAY!!"

"I am 99.9% positive that it is Fang's. I found it at Lake Mead."

"So, what do you want me to do?" she asks, he nose still slightly curled at the sight of the snake jaw in my hand.

I took a deep breath and gathered all my thoughts to make sure they were the right ones.

"I want you to use Fang's laptop to hack into his Blog to try and track where he updated it last if he has updated recently." My voice was shaky by the end of it because her mouth had formed an alarmed 'O'.

"You want me, to hack into my brother, your boyfriend's, laptop so that we can track him down after he left us in the first place and then told us not to come looking for him?"

Great. "Yeah, pretty much."

"No."

"But, Nudge! We don't even know if he's updated yet! I'm just saying when he does."

"He did."

"Excuse me?"

"Opps."

"What do you mean 'opps'? Have you been tracking his Blog!?"

"I was only doing it for you, Max, I swear! He updated it not too long ago today, depending on what time zone he is in!"

Oh. My. Gosh.

I think this may be suicide…

"I'll take you shopping." I mumble.

"Whaaat?"

I raise my voice to about whisper level, "If you do this for me I'll personally take you shopping."

"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! REALLY!?!"

"Yes, now keep it down!"

"I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!"

"Okay, okay, now come on, let's get this show on the road."

Nudge was practically vibrating with excitement as we walked to my room, though no doubt everyone in the house now knew I was home.

A/N: I love typing for Nudge, 'cuz you can basically just let loose and type a bunch of stuff and it totally makes sense for her still! =] Thanks for reading! Reviews are much loved! Take care, keep reading!

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