Iggy: Aya, why do you pour gravy on your corn?

Me: Because it's good?

Iggy: You do not pour gravy on your corn! You pour it on your mashed potatoes!

Me: I don't eat mashed potatoes!

Iggy: Are you so racist against mashed potatoes?

Me: I am not racist!

Iggy: Do too!

Me: Do not!

Fang: Both of you are freakin' stupid.

Day 6: July 7, 2010

Fang POV

The whole pretend relationship happened so fast.

Look, stalkers are not my thing. Especially when my ex-girlfriend is stalking me for two months now.

She's too clingy and demanding. That's why I broke up with her. Now, she's stalking me everywhere I go. Whenever I turn my head, she's standing there. It's freaking me out.

Thankfully, Max agreed to get her off my back.

Oh, yeah.

Max.

My "girlfriend."

Her full name is Maximum Ride. Really cool. I wish that was my name. She's eighteen, like me. Since it's summer, she's enjoying her last summer in Los Angeles before going to Yale University this fall as much as she can. And this whole "relationship" is something she never experienced before and she said it's going to be "fun and interesting."

Max has layered shoulder-length light brown hair with blond highlights. She said the highlights are natural. She also has this big warm brown eyes that you could drown into. When she talks to you, she looks straight at you so you can't look away. She'll also know if you're lying to her.

She's not your typical eighteen-year-old. She knows martial arts. Karate, taekwondo, judo; you name it. She hates every make-up ever known to woman. She never wears skirts, heels or pink-colored clothes or even nail polish. She always go with the all-natural look. It would be nice to see her with some make-up on. She pretty much wears faded jeans and shirts and sneakers.

It's Day 6 of our "relationship."

We are currently drinking coffee on this coffee shop I really like.

I lick my finger and flip the page. I'm reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Max told me to.

I glance at Max. She has her chin resting on her hand while mixing her coffee lazily. She sighs.

"Could this day be any more boring?" She asks herself. She sighs again and looks up. "How's the book?"

I shrugged and went on reading. I admit, it's hard to ignore Max's beautiful face and body. I heard Max sigh again. I pick up my donut and bit. I felt a nudge on my foot. I look up from my book.

"What?" I ask Max. Crumbs flew out of my mouth. She moves her head to her left and raises her eyebrows. I took a peek to my right.

Lissa.

I purposely threw my book on the ground. I went down to pick it up. Max's head popped next to me.

Max is breathing hard. "After you pick up your book, you will grab my hand and let me eat your donut."

"You already ate yours." I'm not good at this.

Max rolled her eyes. "Just do it."

I pick up my book and sat on my seat again. I grabbed Max's hand and picked up my donut and offered it to her.

She smiles at me and bites on my donut. I twine my fingers with her; I take my napkin and wipe Max's mouth. I lean in closer to whisper on her ear.

"What next?"

She whispers back. "We leave this cafe and take a walk on the park."

I nod. I stand up and let go of Max's hand. I went behind her and pull her chair. She stands up and grabs my book. She hands it to me and we leave the cafe, holding hands.

I squeeze her hand. She squeezes back. I put my arm around her shoulders; she didn't mind. She snuggles close that I smell her lavender perfume.

"Is she gone?" I ask her softly.

"Let's see." She takes out her iPhone and turn it backwards.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking a picture of the two of us!" I faced the camera and she clicks the button. She smiles and I don't.

I look at the picture; not bad. She zooms in on the picture. I saw a streak of red behind us. She's still there.

Max shakes her head. "She's not going to stop, is she?"

I shake my head no. "Let's go, boyfriend."

"Where?"

"To the park!" She twines her fingers and we run to the park.

"Slow down!"

She hisses on my ear. "We have to get rid of her!"

"What are we going to do?"

Her face brights up, as if she just thought of an idea. She grins. Yep, she did.

"What? What?"

"You will kiss me." She grins evilly.

"What? Hell no!" Hell yes!

"You want her gone for today?" I nod. "Then just kiss me. That's all. It will be over in three seconds anyway," I nod. "Once you hear a rustle anywhere near us and footsteps fading away, you'll pull away." I nod again.

I grasp her shoulders and back her up to a tree. I lean down and Max closes her eyes. I brush my lips with hers. I close my eyes. I kiss her again.

Come on! This is getting awkward! Even for me!

One. . . Two. . . Three. . . Four. . . This is more than three seconds! Five. . . Six. . . Seven. . . Eight. . . It's almost ten seconds!

I tilted my head; my hands cup her cheeks. Max is kissing back. That's when I heard the footsteps fading away. And the rustle.

I quickly pull away. We were both breathing hard. I glance at Max. "She's gone."

Max nods and pulls out a small notebook. "What's that?" I point at the notebook.

"A notebook. I'm tallying the number of times you kissed me. Right now, two."

"Two?"

Max sighs. "Fine. One."

I nod and wipe my mouth. "Why are you wiping your mouth?" Max asks me.

I look at her. "You taste like chocolate."

She shakes her head. "And that's bad?"

I continue to look at her. "I love chocolate." I emphasizes the word "love."

"And?"

I shake my head in disbelief. "You are clearly not getting it." I ruffle my head, even though it's already messy-looking.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Just tell me."

"Magic word."

"What?"

"Tell me the magic word."

"Please?" Max blurts out. She bites her lower lip.

"I love chocolate. And you taste like chocolate."

Max scrunches up her face. Clearly she's confused.

I half-smirk. "I want to kiss you again," Max's jaw drops. "You OK?"

Max clears her throat. "Let's go." She walks back to the cafe.

"We are going where?" I follow her.

"You are taking me home."

"OK."

"Where do you live?" I strap on my seatbelt. I turn on the engine and leave the parking lot.

"1575 Hermosa Avenue."

"You live near Hermosa Beach."

"No shit, Sherlock." Her sarcasm is acting up again.

Ten minutes later, we arrive in front of her house. She straps off her seatbelt but didn't move to get off.

"See you later." I tell her.

She turns to me. "I want you to come in."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

Wow, she's stubborn. I nod. I'm such a talker, aren't I?

As soon as Max opens the front door, a girl pops out and bumps into her.

"Ow!" The stranger shouts.

"Damn it!" Max yells. "Ella! I think your front teeth made an impression on my forehead."

"I'm sorry! I'm in a hurry!" Ella rushes past Max and into a red Corolla.

"Where are you going?" Max asks.

"To a party! Some girl I met this morning!"

"Remember curfew!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" And Ella drives away.

"I'm guessing that's your sister," I say to Max. Max goes inside and I follow her. We go up the stairs.

"Yeah. She's a pain sometimes. I'll show you my room." Max opens up her door.

Her room isn't half bad. Light grey with black flowers wallpaper. No posters. An electric guitar and acoustic guitar on their respective stands. No pictures of any celebrities or past boyfriends. A twin-sized bed. Firm mattress. Navy blue sheets and comforter. A bookshelf full of books. I recognize the ones by Stephenie Meyer. There's also an iHome on her nightstand beside her bed.

"This is your room?" I say.

"What? Is it that bad?" She crosses her arms.

"No. You strike me as someone who own a lot of posters."

"Well, I don't own posters. Ella has a room full of those."

I collapse on her mattress and crossed my arms behind my head. "Not bad. . ." I close my eyes.

I felt Max collapse beside me. "I'm getting hungry. . ." Max whispers.

"Is your mom home?" I ask.

"She'll be home in three minutes. Why?"

I shake my head. I open my eyes to see Max looking down at me. "What?"

"Nothing," I heard the front door open. "She's home!"

Max stands up suddenly. Her mom enters her room. I sit up.

Max's mom looks nothing like her. Except for the eyes. They both have the same warm big brown eyes.

"Max, who is the guy sitting on your bed?" Max's mom asks her.

"Well, he's my boyfriend." Max scratches her head.

"You have a new one? Why haven't I met him?"

"We've been dating for almost a week. I was going to let you meet him tonight at dinner."

Something come over me. "I'm staying for dinner?" I ask Max.

"Yes, you are," She grabs my hand. "Mom, this is Fang. Fang, this is my mom, Dr. Martinez." I shake Dr. M's hand.

Dr. M is nodding her head. "He's handsome. And tall. And wears dark clothes. Are you emo?"

I half-smirk. "No."

"Aah. Well, you are staying for dinner and be prepared." Dr. M leaves Max's room.

"Be prepared for what?" I turn to Max.

Max grins. "She interrogates every single boyfriend I have ever had." She also leaves her room.

I follow her. "Will it be painful?"

"Just. . . A lot." She continue to grin.

"Physical or emotional?"

"Both." Her eyes are twinkling.

"Oh, damn."

A/N: I know I said I'll update July 6. But, guys, my family are moving. So we currently have a LOT of work to do. Like boxing things up. It's a LOT of work. Don't hate me.

Fang: RnR?

Iggy: I know who you should hate! Fang!

Me: Oh, and I can't update today on Once Upon A Glance. That would be tomorrow. On Forbidden, that would be on Friday. Please don't hate me!