Oh my goodness! Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews! Heres another chapter as a reward! Oh and by the way, if any of you have any good ideas of where the story can be set, and any good names for this story (this name doesn't really suit) then it would be appreciated if you could PM or something like that.
And for Cherryblaster, fanfic wouldn't let me PM you so I have to explain here. *deep breath*
Max, Iggy, Gazzy and Ella are all siblings. Jeb and Valencia are their parents. But Valencia left the family when Max was seven and hasn't returned since so Jeb has been a single parent for over nine years. Valencia comes back, only with three adopted kids. Fang, Nudge and Angel. And none of them are related in any way. . .Does that help a bit? Ask away if your still not sure. If you want, I can post a family information thing on my next chapter? Explaining whose who in which family? Or maybe I'll do that later on. . . .
Disclaimer: If I owned MR then why would I be rewriting it?
Chapter Five
She slid smoothly out from where we were and walked the long way around the nurse's bay, out of my sight.
By the time I saw her reappear into my line of view, her face was a perfect mask of worry and she looked like she was out of breath. I watched as she tapped Fang on the back and he turned around. She was gesturing wildly and I saw her lips form the words 'Max' and 'Gone'. He didn't look very worried until she said, 'Punch' and 'Parents'. Then his face turned to horror and I chuckled quietly. He took the bait. Lissa was staring at JJ with distaste and just as I thought, there were daggers coming from her eyes. Metaphorically speaking that is.
Fang grabbed Lissa's arm and dragged her down the corridor, completely forgetting JJ in his wake and I saw JJ turn towards me with a big grin on her face and she gave me the thumbs up. I nodded and slid onto the wheelie chair and in under less than twenty three seconds, was into the folder where all the personal information records were kept. JJ knelt beside me and watched in amazement as I smoothly and calmly clicked into various usually un-hackable (A/N I don't even think that's a real word but pretend it is) sites that held everything.
I clicked into Lissa's information file and it came up with everything. From her birthdates to her least favourite boys name. I chuckled. "She hates the name Edward. That means she hates Twilight, which means she has no taste whatsoever because she hasn't seen Jacob."
"Jacob is very hot." JJ agreed and watched as I quickly changed a lot of information into very, private, embarrassing things.
"Get this, I changed 'Born and raised in New York to Born and Raised in Australia, Middle of Nowhere in Northern Territory.' Then I wrote on a note, 'Went out with Justin Bieber before he discovered puberty and that he could do so much better."
JJ laughed but then stopped abruptly. "Quick! Get out now! Fangs coming back!" she hissed and I quickly hit exit button on the screen.
"Seriously? It's only been, like, five minutes!" I logged off and ducked under the table with JJ next to me.
"I think that's your parents behind him and Lissa. Boy, do they look pissed off. Uh oh. They're stopping right in front of us. Right where Fang was before. Crap! How do we get back to our rooms?" JJ sounded like a commentator and I slapped my hand over her mouth.
"Shhh! When I count to five, get out and go straight to that room right over there, with the light." I jerked my head to indicate which room I meant and JJ nodded. "Alrighty then. One. .Two. . Three. .Four. .Five!"
She hurriedly crawled out from underneath, crawled next to the booth barrier, and into the room. Only to come back out with a horrified look on her face.
"What are you doing? Get back in that room!" I hissed once she joined me again.
"No way! Did you know I had just crawled in on a bath time for an old man! And there was a nurse that was wearing a shirt that basically showed all cleavage that was helping him! It was like going down without the whole physical contact!" JJ hissed right back at me.
I was basically peeing myself laughing by now. My shoulders were visibly shaking with the effort to control myself but I pulled myself back together. JJ was shooting me glares and I smiled weakly at her before I felt myself burst out in a short burst of laughter.
I froze and looked up to see if anyone had heard me. Nope. They were in deep conversation, most probably about me. Even Lissa was including thing. I narrowed my eyes. If they are putting my down, I swear. . .
"What are we going to do now?" JJ tugged on my sleeve and I looked around. I shrugged.
"Maybe we could just walk off without them noticing us. I mean, it's not like we're wearing anything that's eye catching."
JJ thought about this for a while before nodding. "That's true. Come on, let's go."
We uncurled our limbs and crawled out from our hiding place. I kept shooting nervous glances over where there was a 'family meeting' holding on-excluding Lissa-and I pushed JJ forwards whenever she kept on slowing down. Finally, after a long walk up the corridor, we found our room. Gratefully, we walked in, only to find Gazzy, Iggy, Nudge, Ella and Angel, all lined up sitting on the couch. Well, Iggy and Ella were sitting in the armchairs.
"Max!" Angel smiled brightly at me but I ignored her.
"What are you guys doing here?" I looked directly at Iggy while I was speaking. He grinned and lounged on the chair.
"We missed our favourite sister."
I scoffed. "And not mention awesomest sister."
"No. Just favourite sister.' Ella put in and I glared at her.
"Hi Max!" Nudge piped up from the couch. I raised an eyebrow at her, noticing that she was sitting the closest to Iggy and kept on casting glances at him. She smiled sheepishly before exploding into, "Oh wow! How can you do that eyebrow thing? I've tried and tried but it always ends up being an epic failure! Does it come naturally or did you practice ever since you were little? Why would you even practice that when you were little anyways? That would be, like, suuuper weird but oh well. Everything with seems so weird-"
"Nudge." Iggy cut in.
"Yes Iggy?" Nudge looked at him adorably.
"Shut up."
"Ok."
There was a bit of a pause before JJ, who was standing behind me, edging away to her bed, trying g to be unnoticeable but in. "Wow. That kid can talk."
I laughed. "Yeah. Coming from you?"
She scowled and retorted. "Well, your one to talk, woman of many words. And devious plans."
I just smiled and she walked off to her space.
"Who are you?" Angel asked sweetly, at JJs retreating back.
"Jennifer-Joy," I answered for. Iggy stared at her in surprise.
"Seriously? Man, I feel for you!"
JJ gave me a death glare but I wasn't intimidated. I just smiled innocently at her and she scowled again. "Can't help it if I've got parents that don't name me like a normal child. At least they name me something suitable for my gender. Ay Max?"
I shot her the bird and turned to Ella. "Have you got anything to eat?"
She nodded and magically pulled a bag of something that smelt suspiciously like, CHOC CHIP COOKIES! I snatched them eagerly at of her hand and stuffed about three of them in my mouth all at once. She chuckled and Iggy looked at me sourly. "Not gonna share them with any of us poor, hungry kids?"
"Nope." I smiled and jumped on my bed. "But I'll share them with JJ." I picked one up and threw it onto her bed and she grinned before scoffing it down.
"Mmmm, pure heaven." JJ teased and Gazzy jumped up.
"No fair! You gave one to her but you're not even going to give any to us? Shame on you Maximum Ride!"
I ignored him and just kept on passing an occasional cookie to JJ while eating them. It was a big bag. And big bag equals a lot of cookies. I finally stopped and sighed contently. "That was great."
"Don't tell me you've eaten all of them." Ella looked disapprovingly at me.
"Nope. I saved some for a late night snack." I told her and leant over and stuffed the bag in one of the drawers.
"So what school did you go to JJ?" Nudge asked, trying to include JJ in our conversation. We all looked at JJ, who was wiggling uncomfortably under our gaze.
"Saint Joes. But that was last year. My father said that I couldn't be controlled so I'm home schooled. At least, before I came here. Now, I think my dad has given up trying to teach me." she shrugged.
"So you use to live somewhere else? I knew you to be new! Otherwise I would've noticed you!" Iggy nodded smiling. I rolled my eyes t him before turning to JJ.
"So why are you in here then?"
JJ shrugged and looked sad, "No reason. Just check ups."
"Really? Wouldn't you be in your own bed by now instead of staying in this hellhole?" I said disbelievingly.
"No. Doctors said I needed to stay here. There's no apparent reason."
"Ok then. Max is in here for doing drugs." Gazzy said and I rounded on him.
"I did not do drugs! The doctors were on drugs when they found something! And shut up and mind your own business next time!"
JJ looked at me, surprise written on her face, "You're in here for that?"
"No! I'm in here for no apparent reason." I mimicked her from before and she looked at me coolly, clearly waiting for me to explain. I sighed and wiggled around on my butt on the bed to get comfy. "I don't do drugs. I've always said that people who take drugs are numbskulls. And I wouldn't become a hypocrite because they are the type of people that I hate the most in this society. Apart from people whose lives completely depend on being sociable. Or talk a lot." I looked at Nudge who looked offended. "But Nudge is an exception." I added hurriedly, so not to hurt her feelings.
Nudge looked relieved. I noticed that everyone was sitting around looking nervous and I stared at Iggy, who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
"What?" I asked him and he bit his lip. "I can't read minds! Out with it!" I snapped.
He sighed and took in a deep breath. "Isn't that normal things that druggies say to try and convince people that they don't have drugs?"
I stared at him, furious. "Did you not hear me? I would be a fucking hypocrite if I was!"
"So? You might say that you hate hypocrites but really you couldn't care less." Great. Even Angel was getting in the discussion.
I got off the bed and stared her down. "Listen blonde. I don't care for your thoughts. So keep them to yourself unless you know what's good for you." I hissed at Angel, who just looked at me coolly. "And you! Your suppose to be on my side!" I swung to Iggy, again, who was a little bit shocked.
"I am! I am trying to help you figure out what the heck is going on! So don't bite my head off because I was just stating what I've been told. Jeesh."
"Sorry," I mumbled sheepishly and Iggy cupped his ear.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear it."
I scowled and retorted, "Then maybe you should get some hearing aids then deaf arse."
Iggy folded his arms across his chest and looked at me expectantly.
"What? Didn't like what I said? Poor you."
"Max," he said in a dangerous voice and I just looked at him, unnevered.
"Yes?" I replied sweetly.
"Ever heard 'don't bite the hand that feeds you'?"
"Yes. Why?" No idea where he was getting at.
"Well, that's the same as what I'm doing right now. I'm helping you clear your name of anything stupid-which is a lot of things-"I scowled at that but he ignored me, "so maybe it's a good idea you should treat me right? Get my point?"
I shook my head. "Absolutely no idea what you're pointing at because you're not pointing at anything but I'm glad you're thinking whatever you're thinking. That is, if your thinking anything."
He glowered at me. "Translate. Don't friggin blow it by treating me wrongly otherwise you might find yourself somewhere you don't wanna be!"
I cocked my head to the side, as if thinking about what he was saying. "Interesting idea, but sorry. Outta the question."
"And why is that?" Ella asked crossing her left leg over her right.
"Because...because...because. I don't know. Just because!" I couldn't quite think about it so I stumbled along.
"Hah! See! No reason!" Iggy laughed. "The Great Maximum Ride can't figure anything out!"
"Yeah? Coming from you? Where your brain is the size of a peanut and just trying to remember which foot comes in front of which when you're walking is a test? Dude, you are soooo much smarter than I am." I smirked and everyone sniggered. "But I am glad that everyone still knows me as 'The Great Maximum Ride.'"
Before Iggy could counter, Fang, Jeb, Valencia and Lissa (why oh why?) walked in. Correction. Jeb skipped walked in, Valencia waltzed, Lissa strutted in (shaking her butt too many times in the one second that it became a blur) and Fang was the only one who walked like a normal person does. Hands in pocket, slouched back, bored look on the face.
"What's happening here?" Valencia asked beaming at all of us.
"Iggy and Max were having a little fight." Angel replied straight away and all us kids turned and looked at her with an accusing look. "What?" she shrugged.
"A little fight?" Valencia turned and looked at Iggy and me. We just stood there awkwardly. Well, Iggy did. I looked at her defiantly.
"Yeah. That's right." I said and she nodded.
"So, you're on drugs and you feel the urge to fight?"
"For the love god!" I threw up my hands and sighed, "I DO NOT DO DRUGS. And no, I don't feel the urge to fight. It's just a brother sister thing that goes on in this family."
She turned to Jeb, as if to confirm that it happens regularly. He nodded and looked at the ground.
"Hmm," she turned too looked back at us and then smiled all of a sudden. "So we've got news."
"So do I. But it's not like you wanna hear it right?" I said and she ignored me.
"Do you want to hear it?"
"No. Not really. But I suppose you're going to say it anyway?" she ignored me again.
"Listen up everyone." she clapped her hands, obviously excited about her bog announcement. We all looked at her, bored. Even Nudge looked like she was getting sick and tired of her. "Jeb and I have decided to take a holiday."
"So?" I asked.
"So, we will be arranging for all of you to stay at someone's place or something like that so that we know you're safe and sound."
"Yippee." Ella said, rolling her eyes.
"And how long will you be away for?" Angel asked.
Valencia looked at Jeb, nodding her head towards us, and he stepped forward, in front of her.
"Around four months."
"FOUR MONTHS?" Gazzy stared at him, wide eyed.
"Yes. Your mother and I are going on a cruise. Touring Europe."
"Europe. Touring. Four Monthes. Are you crazy? What's going to happen to us?" Iggy said, looking slightly surprised.
"We haven't really decided where your all going to stay just as yet but we have found out where one of you will be for a few of the weeks that we're away."
We all looked at him in silence and he shifted nervously from foot to foot. I had a sinking feeling that it had something to do with me...
"Max is going to rehab."
Everyone exploded. "WHAT? ...Max? In rehab?...They're joking. They gotta be!...Holy shit!..." A/N I was thinking of the song rehab by Amy Winehouse-R.I.P, she will be sorely missed-when I wrote this bit.
I just stood there, numbly, staring at them with an unreadable expression. I stepped forward once and everyone shut upped.
"Come again?" I asked in a blank, unemotional voice.
"Ah. M-Max. You need t-to go to rehab." Jeb replied in a shaky voice. He was staring at me with a slightly scared look on his face.
"I don't think I do." I said quietly. I took a step forward again and this time Jeb stepped backward after that.
"It-it's for the greater good." he mumbled and I looked down at him. I could see beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead and he nervously wiped them away with a shaky, spidery hand.
"Bullshit." I hissed and stepped closer to him. Valencia slid in front of him and looked me calmly in the face.
"Maximum Ride. You will do as you're told. For once."
"I've been doing what I've been told ages ago. Maybe if you had stuck around nine years ago, instead of deciding to become a slut, then maybe you would've known that." I growled in her face and she flinched but kept her ground. Brave. But stupid.
"You should not speak to me like that! I am your mother!" she squeaked, trying to put on a scary face.
"You don't get to use that word! You lost that title when you left nine years ago! Ok? So quit the act that you're back again and staying because you're as sure as hell not staying anywhere near my family. So heres a tip:" I stepped forward with every word I said, "Back off and Get the hell out of my life. Or ELSE." I snarled and she let out a terrified squeak.
"Max. I think maybe you should take a couple of steps back so that she can go and dry her pants." Gazzy said slowly.
"And why is that?" I asked, not turning to look at him.
"Because I'm pretty sure that there's a wet patch on her pants. Must be because of you."
I looked down and saw that he was right. There was indeed something that looked suspiciously like a wet patch. I looked back up at her and she turned red. "You wet yourself?"
"No! I had dropped a tub of yoghurt on my pants and it stained." she defended and I held back a snigger.
"Sure. Like that is completely true. I totally believe that." I said sarcastically and she turned a shade darker than Lissa's hair.
"I need to go. Come on Jeb. You should come with me." She turned and grabbed Jebs arm and pulled him behind while marching out the door with as much dignity she could muster.
"That was very mean of you!" Lissa reprimanded before sprinting after Valencia, "Miss Walker! I think I might be able to help you!"
I looked at Fang, waiting to be scolded but all he did was shake his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. I shrugged and looked at everyone else and they all snickered and grinned.
"Wait. Did I really just witness Valencia Walker the Psycho Bitch wet herself? Because of The Great Maximum Ride?" JJ called out and slid off her bed and walked over to all of us.
"Yep." Iggy said proudly and we chuckled.
"Goddamn girl! That was awesome!" JJ praised and held up a hand and we high-fived each other.
"Thanks. I am pretty awesome myself." I grinned and everyone rolled their eyes. Even Fang.
"And you're a model of modesty too." Nudge smiled and I took a bow.
"Thank you. Thank you. *sniff* I know I am all those great things *sniff* but it feels so much better *sniff* to hear it from *sniff* all you great and wonderful people! *sob* I am so grateful *sniff sniff* to have such awesome people like you! Of course *sniff* I am waaayyyy better than you *sniff* but don't take it too hard." I fake sniffed and sobbed like had just won a Logie or and Emmie (A/N I have no idea how to spell that so just imagine that's how it's spelt) award.
Everyone groaned and I grinned.
"And you're so theatrical." Angel called out.
I nodded. "That's why I am so good at acting. Even better than Iggy. Who is very easy to beat at that." I turned to look at Iggy.
Iggy stood up and hit me in the arm.
"Ow! That hurt! God Iggy! You're making me bruises already! Arghh! It hurts! I just want it to be cut off!" I groaned and jumped around in circles while everyone laughed and giggled along.
I hopped towards Fang and leant against him. I could tell that he was surprised that I was touching him because he stiffened but slowly relaxed.
"Fangy!" I fluttered my eyes at him and he just looked at me amusedly. "Won't you kiss my arm better?"
"Nope." he said in his deep rich voice.
"But please?" I fluttered my eyes some more, not even caring if I looked stupid. "It would make it soooo much better?" I purred.
"No can do sorry." he didn't even sound fazed.
"Awww come on. Just one little itty bitty kiss?" I begged. I was pretending to be Lissa but I think Fang hadn't figured that out yet.
"Nope. Not even one little itty bitty kiss. Go ask Gazzy or Iggy to." Fang motioned with his head towards them.
I looked over to them, where they were keeling over with the girls. I looked back at Fang and said, "But they're mean. You, on the other hand, are not."
He just looked at me and I pouted and gave up. I flounced my way over to Gazzy and stopped on front of him. He looked up from my shoes, where he was lying on his back laughing his arse off on the floor and looked at my face.
"You." I jerked my head at him, "Kiss my...arse." I cackled and kicked him in the stomach. Kinda not-so-softly. That made everyone laugh even harder and I grinned. The laughter was boosting my confidence.
I heard "drama queen," coming from Gazzy as he slowly pushed himself up but I ignored him.
I twirled to Iggy next. "You-Hehehe," I choked on my own laughter as soon as I thought of what to say, "Have sex with Nudge so you can reproduce and save your kind from being extinct."
Everyone went silent and I noticed that Nudge had turned a dark shade, which was blushing in her own way.
"W-w-what?" Iggy stuttered.
"You heard me. Nudge and you can help your kind-gingers-from becoming extinct before twenty sixty." I nudged him with me toe and he looked at Nudge and looked back at me quickly, before looking at the ground. I saw that he was blushing fiercely and I grinned evilly.
"Ahhh! So you two DO like each other then!" I yelled triumphantly.
"W-w-what?" Iggy stuttered again.
"H-huh? What?" Nudge fumbled.
"You both just proved it!" I yelled out again, excited.
Everyone just looked at me, waiting for me to explain.
I sighed. "You both haven't denied it so obviously you do like each other."
Iggy and Nudge looked at each other and looked away again.
"Hang on one dang second." JJ said, holding up a hand. "You're saying, that Iggy and Nudge like each other? How the hell did you even figure that out before?"
I giggled and she frowned at me. "What?"
"It's just that you sound so cow girlish you know. You're speaking with an accent." I explained and she looked at me as if to say, seriously? "Ok ok." I said hurriedly. "I noticed that Iggy and Nudge kept on sneaking glances at one another. When one wasn't looking, the other would sneak a quick glance."
Angel nodded. "Yeah. I noticed that too."
"Damn people! Always sticking their noses into other people's business." Iggy muttered and I rolled my eyes.
"For the record, I never meant to notice that you had a thing for Nudge. At first my mind didn't comprehend that but when I saw you too together, something clicked. So don't go around blaming me for sticking my nose into your business." I said and he glowered at me.
"Your unbelievable Max." he sighed and shook his head.
"So..." I trailed off, looking suggestively at Iggy.
"So what?"
I tilted my head slightly on an angle towards Nudge and wriggled my eyebrows suggestively.
"What?" God Iggy could be so daft.
"Are you bloody gonna ask her out already?" I whispered so that Nudge couldn't hear.
"No! We're family for god sakes!" Iggy snapped and I coughed, covering up my laugh.
"And you're going to let that stop you? One: We're not even related to them. As long as we're not blood related to them, then it's legal. Two: It's not even inbred if your blood related because unless she's ginger, like you, then there's no way in the world, and listen to this, that you're even closely related to her."
He glared at me and growled, "I hate all your Ginger-Jokes right now Max. And I'm not even a red-head! I'm strawberry blonde!"
I shrugged. "Same thing."
"Actually, strawberry blonde is a unique colour of its own because it's a mixture of two colours put together." Angel spoke up. I didn't even realise that she could hear me.
"So is Pink. But you don't hear me saying that everytime someone says something about it." I muttered and she frowned at me.
"What are you talking about?" Nudge asked, walking closer to us. I noticed that she stayed well away from Iggy though.
"Nothing." Iggy said quickly but I said,
"You. And red-head theories."
"Me?" Nudge repeated, blushing.
"Yes. You. Gingerlocks over doesn't have enough balls to ask you out." I said and Iggy shot me a look.
"I have enough balls thank you very much! And I can ask her out when I bloody well feel like it!"
I rolled my eyes. "Prove it."
"Prove wha'?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, "Prove that you have some balls. Ask her. Now." I challenged.
Nudge blushed and said, "I don't think that's very fair. He probably doesn't need to. I'm sure he has, has, uhhum, enough b-ba-balls." she stumbled over the word 'balls' and I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Don't be ashamed to say 'balls' or anything prude. It's not like its going to dirty your saint like personality."
"Saint like?" Angel repeated, looking amused.
"Yeah. Actually, that suits you better than her but still, great adjective."
"Not that you can say that for yourself." Iggy muttered and Gazzy snickered.
I turned to him, eyebrows raised. (Yes I'm skilled. I can do not one, but both.) "But you can say it for you."
Iggy grinned and said, "Totally. Fits to a T," he made the famous 'T' sign and I mentally rolled my eyes. Something that I've been doing a lot lately.
"Well, my personal opinion is that saints only have half of a ball. So yes, it does suit you. Better hope that Santa delivers some extras if he has any, in your stockings for Christmas."
Everyone sniggered and Iggy just turned bright red. If Fang hadn't stepped in right then, there would have been an awesome fight.
"Now, now. No need to bring good old Santa into this. He is completely saint and he does not need to have his mark being dirtied on by this dirty conversation." Fang said and I laughed.
"What's wrong Fangy? Still believe in Santa? Still get the present you've been dreaming of all year with the postal address of blank, and the sender Santa? Do you get the letter saying: Dear Fangy my most loyal and oldest fan, you have been good all this year and by my book, you completely deserve this hot wheels car set. Hope you have a great Christmas this year my son, Lots of Love Santa xxoo?"
All the girls-including Gazzy-laughed and Iggy just stood there, slowly turning back to his normal skin colour.
Fang stood there and looked at my calmly, completely unfazed by my snarkiness. "Santa could be real. You never know. Have you ever stayed up long enough to see if a big guy comes down your chimney?"
I scowled. "No! And let me tell you why. One. Because we don't have a chimney. Two. I find all my presents when I was younger under my dad's bed, and there were a couple saying, from Santa. Three. Never believe what your parents say. Unless it happens soon. They might say that Santa comes in the dead of the night, when everyone is asleep, but they're up until three o'clock in the morning doing god knows what."
JJ nodded and said, "She has a point."
"But is it correct?" Fang asked, stepping closer to me, close enough for me to smell his cologne. God it was intoxicating. And sensual. Every breath I took in smelled like Fang.
"Will you stop trying to say that Santa's real? He's not! Just because your dreams of forever leaving the milk and cookies at your doorstep for an imaginary fat guy to eat, doesn't mean you have to try to make everyone else believe in your fantasies!" I demanded and he just turned away and walked towards the door, while calling over his shoulder,
"It's not a fantasy. And we don't leave 'Milk and Cookies' on our doorstep in Australia. Its beer and carrots. Beer for the old guy and carrots for the poor reindeers."
I stood there stunned and everyone looked equally shocked as I did. 'In Australia'? What does he mean by that? Does he live in Australia?
I was too confused to think of a smart retort fast enough and I yelled out, "That's even worse! Beer. You're getting an imaginary fat guy drunk while drink-driving and Carrots. Now you're implying that Rudolph is real? Sad!" to his vanishing back, which had just left the room.
I looked at everyone and they shrugged. Gazzy just stood there, mouth slightly open, with a puzzled expression on his face. "Wait. So Santa isn't real?"
All the girls burst out laughing and I just shook my head and smiled. Iggy patted Gazzy's back sympathetically. "I know it's a lot to comprehend. But seriously! Catch up!"
Nawwws! The mighty Fang believes in Santa! How cute and unmacho like is that! It's so weird how Santa came into it. I actually never intentioned for it to start with Saints, Iggy's balls, to extra balls for Christmas, then Santa. Huh. Well, it's not like I actually plan for anything. I just go with the flow. I never was good at planning and outlining what's going to happen.
I've been asking myself this question ever since Santa and Saints came into play. And I can't figure out the answer without arguing in my brain, and that's really annoying. So, question of the day: Is Santa a Saint? A virgin? Because he's married and all to Mrs Claus. And how old do you think he really is?
One more thing. Don't you think it's weird-and sad-that orang-utans and rangas are dying out at the same time? :( One of my best friends is a Ranga and I feel sorry for him, unless he passes on his genes to his kids. And Rupert Grint will probably be one of the last famous gingers when he dies. I mean, there's heaps of famous rangas out there but he's the only one I can think of at the top of my head straight away. He's cute. And so is Prince Harry...*sigh dreamily*
Just one tip. READ AND REVIEW!
XxPaigeXX.