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Chapter Two

I didn't particularly want to go home straight after my confrontation with Mr Hottie Police Officer so I drove around for a bit in town, for about three and a half hours, trying to lose some stress. It didn't help much, but it was awfully funny seeing people I had just passed fifteen minutes ago trying to get out of their parking places on the side of the curb, still attempting to get back on the main road.

But when I drove home, I started fuming, over today's events. Again. As if being flipped off by the policeman as bad, you might say, but he was an extremely hot policeman. With dark brown hair almost black, and olive skin. That, of course, is all that I remember but I'm sure that rates him out of a scale of one to ten, an eleven possibly?

I parked in the driveway, contemplating what I was going to say to jeb when I walk through the door.

1. I didn't see Sam as a boyfriend in the manner he [Sam] thought he was?

3. Sam was a psychopath that followed me from the streets and then made up that I knew him?

4. Or what happened? I don't remember a confrontation. There was no, 'guy'. Maybe you should go and see a psychiatrist. Would you like me to book an appointment in?

I think the latter was really going for me, but I hate lying. Lying is one of those things that should be strongly discouraged around the world. As well as non-hygienic boys and operation teddy where you remove all the fluff from poor, unsuspecting teddy bears.

"Oh well," I sighed and got out of the car. I slowly took my time walking up on the path and hoped to death that Jeb was asleep or miraculously disintegrated into a pile of dust so that I couldn't talk to him.

I opened the front door, as quietly as possible, but it squeaked. Damn, I thought, mentally wincing. If only Gazzy hadn't put washing liquid on the hinge. Gazzy was one of my two brothers. And probably the stinkiest person I have ever met. No, if you're excluding the fake Santa Claus, then yeah. Punching Fake Santa Claus in the nuts when I was seven wasn't one of my finer moments, I must admit, but he had it coming for him. I mean, seriously, when he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I said a machete. He looked at me with a weird expression and asked again. I asked him if he had trouble understanding English because machete was a simple enough answer. Of course he said that I was a young girl and I shouldn't indulge in those nasty things that men play with. And me, being so innocent, asked if he meant his balls and then, then he slapped me. My natural reaction was to kick his balls all the way to China, and that's what I did.

It took Jeb almost twelve minutes to half-heartedly pull me off kicking and screaming of the squealing guy/Santa-who had lost his beard around about the two minute mark-and I was yelling that if I had my machete with me right now, his balls would be in the shark infested ocean as shark food by now. I think Jeb, may have enjoyed that as much as me that day.

"Max? Is that you?" Iggy, my other brother, voice carried out from the laundry.

"Nah, its Batman." I said sarcastically, banging the front door closed. Then I froze, Jeb walked out slowly from a doorway that led to the dining room, followed by my least favourite person in the world. Dr. Valencia Martinez. AKA Mum.

"Uh," my voice was lost, somewhere between, what the fuck is she doing here? And why did you let that mutt inside?

"Max," Jeb smiled at me nervously. Huh, and to think that I was the one who was scared of me coming home. "Valencia has come for a visit."

"Or, since Jeb is too pussy to say it, dinner." Iggy wandered out, with something that suspiciously looked like Gazzy's undergarment? No wait, phew, footy shorts. Oh god that's even worse.

"Uh, why are you holding Gazzy's footy shorts? Are you doing washing?" My eyes were practically bugging out of my head. Not only has Iggy ever stepped foot in the laundry, but he never, ever, under no circumstances, goes near Gazzy's washing. Even if it is in his drawer.

"If I came from the laundry, holding a very dirty shorts-that could only belong to one person- than obviously I'm doing the washing." Iggy said sounding annoyed.

I choked on my own laughter. "Y-you're doing th-the washing?"

Iggy scowled. "Martinez over here said I should do some housework." he jerked his chin over to where Valencia was standing with a disproving look on her face. I sobered up quickly, because I had forgotten that we had an unwanted guest in the house.

"I don't know what is so hard to do the washing!" she exclaimed, shaking her head.

"If you had stuck around longer, then maybe you would have experienced the delight in doing Gazzy's washing," I said and grabbed the shorts off of Iggy and chucked them at her, watching as she caught it surprised, before it fell to the ground, "As a matter of fact, maybe you can do it for the first time while you're here," I smiled vehenousmly, grabbing Iggy and spun on my heel, her response lost at my retreating back.

"God what a cow," I said, kicking at a nearby rock viciously, without hurting my toe.

"Yeah. And you only had to put up with her for about seven minutes." Iggy agreed and we sat down on the chairs that were set out on the porch in the backyard.

"When did she arrive?" I asked. The last time I was home it was just Jeb and I, oh and the boy that never existed. I think I really am going to stick to that idea. Probably because it was the best one.

"Half an hour ago," Iggy answered glumly, slouching in the chair.

"And it's takin' you half an hour to do one pile of washing? That is a record I'm sure," I smiled, bathing in the last rays of the sun.

"Hahaha," Iggy said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"I know, lame joke right?" I said, feeling ashamed that I couldn't think of a smart ass retort that was worthy to come out of my mouth.

"Max?" Jeb stuck his head out of the house timidly.

"What?" I said, not even turning around to look at him. I'm glad he feels ashamed of his actions. Hopefully I won't have to remind him about the drama before.

"Dinner. Valencia says you kids have to set the table first though. Oh and her kids are here too, so you both have to drag the game table up the end and do all that up too." Jeb informed and quickly pulled his head back inside and closed the door before he could hear all my torrents of profuse words that came out of my mouth.

"What? Her kids? Since when did she have other kids? And what are we? Slaves? This is ridiculous!" I growled and stomped off inside, with Iggy hot on my heels, agreeing with every word I said.

I walked into the lounge room, dragged the game table squeaking and making the same noise that happens when chalk gets dragged down a black board, all the way into the dining room, in less than twelve seconds.

"Uh, Max?" Iggy said hesitantly.

"Yeah?" I said, not looking up. I was busy working on keeping my attitude in check.

"You know there are marks shown all the way from the lounge to here?" Iggy said, with his eyebrows up.

"Really?" I looked up and saw that indeed, there was a trail of black marks leading up to where the table was. "Oh well. More work for Jeb o clean when he cleans up the house."

Iggy just nodded, not looking quite so sure but I ignored it. "You know, I was thinking," I began and Iggy grinned. He knew that whenever I started thinking, whatever it was going to be epic.

"Bomb?" he asked simply.

I nodded. "Bomb! Under her chair would be best."

He gave me a sly grin, and we high-fived each other.

Right then, Valencia breezed in, in a cheerful mood mind you. "Ah. I see you added extra space for the kids!"

"Yeah. " Iggy cast her evil eye but she didn't notice. I reached over to the bench where all the cutlery was stored-yes I know that you usually find them in the kitchen but my life is better, trust me-and grabbed a whole heap of them and walked to the "extra space".

"Max?" she frowned and pursed her lips.

"Now what?" I huffed and banged the forks and knives down on the table. Ok, that was completely uncalled for but just in case you didn't know, I am in a very bad mood.

"Why is there skid marks on the tiles?" she stared me down and I looked at her defiantly.

"I just got told to 'drag' the game table to the end of this table so that's what I did. I 'dragged' it." I retorted and she sighed.

"Max. Can't you do anything right?" she faceplamed herself and I smirked. Yeah. I was getting on her nerves.

Iggy watched all of this with amusement and he caught my eye and winked at me. I smiled proudly and quickly looked back at her before she removed her hand from her face.

"Now," she said, taking in a deep breath. Uh oh. That can only mean one thing. I quickly cut her off before she could say anything.

"You can't yell at me for obeying orders. And dad really did say to 'drag' it. And don't tell me to clean it up because that would completely defy the reason. Wouldn't you like to look back at it one day nd go, 'Oh hey! Theres proof that Max actually does get off her arse and does hard stuff'?"

"Oh whatever." she threw up her hands and walked out shaking her head.

I grinned and high-fived Iggy triumphantly.

"Good one!" Iggy said enthusiastically, grabbing half of the portion of the cutlery while I grabbed the other half.

We worked quickly after that. Placing the knives and forks in orderly fashion on the table(s) while occasionally elbowing and annoying each other. By the time we had done, it was time to call everyone down.

"Yo idiots!" I bellowed from the doorway. And hilariously enough, Jeb appeared first, with Valencia behind him with a disproving look on her face. I noticed that there were three kids, all around near my age standing behind Valencia, but I couldn't see their faces properly.

"By gods Max! Is that how you announce dinner?" Valencia said to me, frowning while pushing past.

"Nope. But I thought that it was necessary and since it fits and explains the type of guest's dontcha think?" I grinned and sat down next to Iggy, who was already sitting down with a massive grin on his face.

Jeb scowled and opened his mouth. But I bet him to it.

"Waste of breath dad," I reminded him and he closed his mouth a snap.

"Hey." Gazzy said, walking into the dining room tiredly, with Ella, my sister, not even noticing the guests. He must be tired as hell than. Of course Ella noticed right away but she just took a place next to me and Gazzy sat down on the other side, right at the end.

"Hey! What's up buddy?" Jeb smiled at Gazzy, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Nothin' much." Gazzy lifted his head and by the look of shock on his face, I guess he must have registered Valencia. And her kids.

Ah her kids. I haven't even looked at them yet. I took the time to glance at each of them.

There was a pretty girl, with long blond hair that fell near her waist and to-die-for blue eyes that looked exactly like Gazzy's. Hmmm, she was about the same age as Gazzy.

Then there was a mocha coloured girl beaming on blondies left. She had a mass of curly brown hair piled on the top of what I think was a bun but I wasn't sure. She looked like a sociable type. Better stay away from her, I noted.

After hypocrites, sociable people are my hated type of people in the world. I mean, who needed to talk 24/7? Who wanted to know every dang person alive on Earth?

Then, ohmygosh, you couldn't believe who was sitting next mocha mecha A/N that's a coffee shop name I got that from! Mr Hottie Police Officer! WTF?

He caught me staring at him with wide eyes and stared at me with a puzzled expression on his face, until recognition dawned on him and he opened his mouth to say something and I quickly gave him my famous death glare and he kept it to himself. Shit!

"Uh? Valencia? What's goin on here?" Gazzy asked, clearly confused. Like Police Officer over there.

"Doesn't anyone call me by my rank?" Valencia sighed in exasperation.

"And what would that be?" I asked faking cheerfulness, "Jedi Stupid or Mentally Retarded Knight?"

The table roared with laughter. Or well, one side of the table did anyway. I had just noticed that one family was on one side and the other was on the other side. And yep, you guessed it, my family laughed. Even Jeb.

"Your mouth is really annoying me," Valencia said to me, narrowing her eyes dangerously at me but I wasn't intimidated. Puh-lease. I got that look every second of every minute, of every day of my life at school. And it didn't worry me.

"Yeah. That's what everyone says." I smiled sweetly but my eyes read keep-it-to-yourself-bitch-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you. I'm pretty sure she got the message and she looked away.

"So," she clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. I snorted. She soooo did not have to do that. She ignored me and carried on. "Heres to the reunion of two families and many happy years ahead!"

There were clapping from her family but mine just sat there, glumly and not even one bit enthusiastic. There was peace of quite for about a minute and I'm pretty sure this was the most tensioned place to be right at the moment.

"Uh, so when's dinner gonna be placed on the table?" Ella asked, breaking the silence.

"In a minute," Valencia snapped, and stood up and marched out of the room to get it.

I snorted, amused. "She forgot dinner, at dinner time."

Jeb shot me a look that said shut up now but as usual I ignored it.

"So," I said settling down in my chair comfortably and picked up my fork. "What's your name?" I pointed at blonde with my fork.

"Angel," she replied in a sweet, soft voice. Huh. It suited her to a T.

"Rightio then. Yours?" I then pointed at Mocha Mecha, who looked at me with a startled look.

"Me? Uh, Nudge. My real names Monique but all my friends called me Nudge because for some weird reason that was the only way to shut me up. Everyone says I talk a lot but really, I don't. I think I talk the same amount as everyone else does it's just that-"Thank you. I nodded appreciatively at Angel who smiled at me.

"O-k then. I only asked for your name but anyway," I was stunned. That girl is definitely a social girl. Case Closed. No doubt about it.

"What about you?" I pointed at Mr Hottie Police Officer, whole looked at me evenly, not even one bit intimidated by my fork.

"Fang." he replied simply.

I scoffed. "Fang? Seriously what's with the strange names?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Well, what's your name?"

I was stumped. "Uh, um." if I told him my real name then he would know that he sent the fine to a wrong person. Now that was a tricky thing.

"Didn't you say you were Ella?" he said.

Oh hot dang! That's when the shit hit the roof.

"What? No! I'm Ella!" Ella protested, turning to look at me.

"Uh he he," I grinned weakly.

"So you're not going Ella? Than that means I sent the fine to the wrong person?" Fang looked at me with a frown and I bit my lip.

"Max?" Jeb looked at me, thunderous.

"Max? So that's your name?" Fang slowly shook his head. "What a hypocrite."

"Hey!" I said hotly, ignoring Ella and Dads daggers on me. "I am not a hypocrite! Don't ever call me one! If you know what's good for you!" the there was silence.

Everyone held their breaths. Well, my family did. They knew how much I hated hypocrites.

"Fine. But just to let you know, that is a serious offense to lie about your identity but I'm going to let you off since it will break my mother's heart if she found out about it." Fang informed me and I rolled my eyes.

"Cool. And just to let you know, it is also a serious offense to have my name in the same sentence as 'hypocrite' unless your describing in every single detail how much I absolutely hate them, but, I'll let you go because if you ended up in hospital, then it will break Valencia's heart. Not that I care about the last part." I told him and all the tension was cleared just like that.

"Max." Jeb nodded at me, "We'll speak about Ella and the fine after dinner ok?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say Dad."

Dad narrowed his eyes at me but didn't press the issue any further.

Valencia, who must've timed her arrival perfectly, waltzed in carrying a chicken roast with potatoes and yucky stuff-vegetables-decorated around it, to form a border. I had to admit, it did smell tasty. No! Not good! Bad stomach! Traitor!

"Mmmm, smells delicious Val," Jeb said, licking his lips while eyeing the plate.

Valencia just smiled in a very annoying way and placed the food in the middle of the table. "Of course it does. It was made by me."

"That's it. I don't think I wanna eat now," I whispered loudly to Ella, who ignored me. I think she was a bit miffed about the fine thing. If only she knew, I thought to myself grimly.

Everyone else heard and replied differently.

Valencia: Evil eye that didn't look scary at all. Hilarious actually.

Jeb: Sigh loudly like he had enough of me and my witty comments.

Fang: Silent. As happy as a brick wall.

Angel: Shake head.

Nudge: Giggle and cough as cover up.

Gazzy: Snort, but reach out to load up his plate.

Iggy: LOL.

I grinned.

Valencia smacked Gazzy's hand away from the chicken that was I guess I could say, 'tempting' everyone to eat. "No touching!"

"Uh," Gazzy said looking confused, "I'm confused."

I sighed, "Hell, we're all confused." no scratch that, confused was an understatement.

"Aren't we suppose to eat the food?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Angel spoke for Valencia. "You have to say grace before you have dinner."

"Ok then. Grace. Now can we eat?" Iggy asked, eyeballing the food as if he could eat it just by looking at it. I raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything. Greedy pig. I don't think he knew what grace was.

The was silence. Again. Then Nudge spoke up. "Don't you know what grace is? It's when you say a prayer at the table thanking the lord for blessing everything and yada yada. It means that your appreciative for the help and for family and life and nature and-"

"Nudge," Fang interrupted with a murderous look at her. She shrank and smiled weakly.

"Woops. I guess I got carried away a little bit,"

I snorted. "Just a little bit."

"Alright. I'll say grace." Valencia said and held out her hand to Jeb, and Angel, who were both sitting on both sides of her. Jeb stared at it, looking as if it was a trap. "Your suppose to hold the persons hand that's sitting on other side of you til it forms a circle." she said impatiently.

"Oh right, right." Jeb hurriedly took her hand and Iggy's, who took my hand I took Ella's hand and she took Gazzy's and he took Fangs and etc. Finally, after a moment of awkwardness when Gazzy realised that he had to take Fangs, we were ready.

"Now close your eyes and think with me." Valencia ordered and everyone shut their eyes. Apart from Me, Iggs, Gazzy, Ella, and Fang. Jeb was the only foolish one from my family who shut his eyes. Fang was the only smart one from his family who kept his open.

"Dear God, thank you for blessing this table with food and family-"Valencia droned on and on.

In the meantime, Gazzy and I were 'accidentally' coughing at parts when Valencia was talking. Ella was shaking her head at us and Iggy got out of his chair and bent down to tie something around Valencia's chair. I gaped at him and he just grinned and shook his head. He was actually going to plant the bomb that we had originally planned to do! He cast a glance at Fang, who shrugged and looked away. Hmm, emotionless brick. Badass Prick. Someone who didn't even own a stick. Hahaha, this was fun. Rhymes about Fang. What a name! Man!

"-Amen." Valencia finally finished the twenty minute speech or something around that time and sat down.

"Done yet?" I asked her suspiciously. She might have to say something else.

"Yes." she reached out and started handing portions of the chicken to everyone.

Just then, there was big BOOM! Valencia's chair basically blew up!

"Arghh!" she screamed and leapt up from the exploding chair.

Gazzy, Iggy, Ella and I were howling with laughter. Tears streamed down my face as I laughed so hard. Eventually, I reached the point where no noise comes out and I'm clapping my hands like a retarded seal while keeling over.

"What! The! Hell! Was! That?" Jeb roared and immediately we all quietened down. Oh shit. That's not good.

"It's called a very good prank," I informed dad and I sneaked a look at Valencia, who was staring at all of us in horror. I wanted to burst out laughing but I held it in, for the sake of staying alive.

"Max! Iggy! Go to your rooms right now!" Dad practically lost his hand, flinging it in the direction of our rooms.

We got up and walked out the dining room, our shoulders practically vibrating with the effort to hold back our waves of laughter.

FPOV (I'm feeling kind 2day)

I watched as 'Max' and Iggy walked out of the room. I could see their shoulders visibly shake under the pressure of keeping quiet. I glanced up at Mum, who was as red as a radish, and her eyes were as big as flies. Angel and Nudge just sat there next to me, shocked. Gazzy and Ella were looking uncomfortable, being here in the positions of their sister and brother. Jeb was breathing heavily and I swear I could see steam coming out of his ears. Too creepy.

I heard, all of a sudden, about ten seconds after Max and Iggy made the grand disappearance, their bellows of laughter, leaving the hall. My lips twitched. Ok, so I was amused. So shoot me.

"I'm so sorry Val," Jeb apologised, hurrying to her side, flapping his hands around her.

"It's quite alright." Valencia waved him off and grabbed a spare chair, which happened to be sitting in the corner of the room and sat down and told us to resume eating. Hmmm, I wonder it that bomb was planned. All I knew, was that was pure genius.

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