OH. MY. GOD. I'VE GOT A GENIUS IDEA!

Tank: Run, runaway and don't look-

Me: Beef jerky the musical!

Skid: With hot European guys as the beef jerky!;

Me: It belongs on Broadway. Quick, you call up some hot Europeans and I'll get the jerky!

Skid: Ye- Hey! Not cool!

Earth vs. Disclaimer: I don't own MR or the world. But that's only because we have made no progress in the war. I think its because my general just sits on his butt all day eating doughnuts.

JP: Don't judge me.

This takes place in the eigth and ninth of October because I lost count of the days so . . . yeah.

I doodled on my notebook in homeroom and wasn't really paying attention to the after school announcements until the big, bulk of fliers landed on my desk.

"Pass these around the classroom, will you, Miss Ride?" Henry said.

"Yeah, sure," I muttered. I stood up and started to put the lime green fliers on each of the student's desks. When I stopped at mine, at the back of the class, I almost squealed. But I don't squeal. What was the flyer for? The state art competition, that's what. My eyes flickered to Fang, and I saw him looking at me, smiling. Like, a real smile. Not just a half smirk or grin or all that good stuff, but a smile. I returned the smile and held his gaze.

"Miss Ride, Mr. Harrison, please stop making googly eyes at each other and pay attention to the announcements," Henry said, and I blushed, sliding down in my seat. My eyes flickered to Fang, and I saw his cheeks had tiny roses on them, and he as well had slid down in his seat.

"As I was saying . . ." Henry talked on nad I zoned him out. One thing was running through my head: Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang . . . and on and on and on. It was quite sad, really.

The bell rang and I gathered my stuff up and quickly made my way to my locker. I dumped my stuff in there and waited patiently for Fang to make his way through the halls. When he did, he smiled at me. I returned it.

I waited patiently for him to get his stuff, which didn't take long, and we set off down the hall. Yes this is boring, but whatever.

When we got to my car, Nudge and Ella immediately fell on me like a pack of hyenas. (is that how you spell it?) "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! Did you guys get the fliers in homeroom, did ya? Like, that would be so cool if Max was in that and placed! That would be so awesome! Like, she would win fiver-hundred dollars and the art would be put in the art museum! Oh-" She was cut off by Fang's hand. I laughed at her.

"Yes, we did get the fliers," I answered her. "Yes, that would be very cool. And awesome, but I don't know how I could get anymore awesome than I already am."

She rolled her eyes, Fang smirked, and Ella giggled. Iggy, Angel, and Gazzy decided to then grace us with their presence.

Angel immediately ran up to me and looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. "Are you gonna do the art competition, Max?"

I hesitated. Like I said before, I don't like people looking at my work. But Angel gave me Bambi eyes. I sighed and said, "I guess I can come up with something."

She squealed, along with Nudge and Ella.

"Can we go home now?" Gazzy asked.

"You wanna sleep over?" I asked Nudge and Ella, even though I already knew the answer.

"Duh!" they responded in sync.

And that's how we all ended up sprawled across the living room floor, watching some TV. The Oxie Clean commercial came on and I groaned.

"I hate the new Oxie Clean guy!" I exclaimed. "I miss Billy."

Fang raised an eyebrow at me. "Should I be worried about this?"

I shoved his arm. "Oh, shut up." I stuffed a piece of Chinese in my mouth and wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

"Ugh," Nudge said. "Can't you use a napkin like a normal person?"

"No," I answered in deadpan voice and stuffed more Chinese into my mouth. Then just to annoy Nudge, whiped said mouth with my sleeve.

"You have some stuff on the corner of your mouth," Fang said. Oh, nice one. Cliche, but nice.

I licked the corner of my lip and he shook his head. Then, he swooped down and kissed me. See? Told ya it was a ploy.

After a moment of kissing, Iggy cleared his throat and said, "Lets try to keep this PG or something close to it. These kids don't need to be living in an R rated movie."

I pulled back from Fang, and glared at Iggy. "Whatever. Take your own advice, Igster."

I looked at Angel and frowned. She was trying very, very hard to stay awake. "Ange, its eleven-thirty. Time for bed."

She groaned and threw her arms up. "Carry . . . me."

I chuckled and hoisted her up, bridal style. "'Course, kiddo."

I carried her out of the living room and up the stairs to the second story. I opened the door and winced when I saw her room. All pink, all the time. I removed the curtains from around her bed and sighed when I saw them. It was just a jumble of blankets, stuffed animals, and most of her clothes. But she's awlays like warm, small places.

I gently laid her down in the mess of fabrics and tucked her under a loose knit blanket. I kissed her forehead, and said, "Love you, Angel."

"Love you too, Max," she mumbled. "Wake me up when its time?"

I chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll wake you up." But she was already asleep.

Two Hours Later

We looked down at Fang's sleeping form and giggled like maniacs.

"Sh, sh," I told them. But, that only made us giggle harder. Fang stirred but didn't wake up, and he was snoring slightly.

"Alright, alright," Ella said.

I picked up a single lock of his thick black hair and waited for him to wake up and start asking questions. But, he didn't wake up, only snored a little heavier. He's such a cute sleeper, I thought to myself. Snap out of it, Max! Part of me didn't want to do it, but the other did.

"What are you waiting for?" Ella asked.

"Nothing," I responded and brought the scissors down on his hair, closing them with a snip.

Fang POV

When I woke up and lifted my head, it felt a whole lot lighter. Weird . . .

I looked at Max, who was already awake, next to me on the living room floor.

"G'morning," I said.

She giggled. I was worried now. "You look good."

I raised an eyebrow. "Um . . . thank you for the random compliment."

She giggled again. "You're welcome."

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I said slowly and stood up, leaving a giggling Max behind. I don't think we have any drugs in the house . . .

I walked into the kitchen to find Anne sitting there, making a cup of coffee.

"Mornin', Fang . . ." she said, but trailed off. Her coffee cup was over filling now.

"Morning, Anne," I replied and looked at her funny. What is everyone's problem today?

I walked down the hall and went to the bathroom, fully intent on doing what I did every day. Shower, teeth, blah blah blah. But when I passed the mirror, the reflection that looed back wasn't mine.

"What did you do to my hair!" I yelled and I heard laughing from the living room.

Max POV

"I can't believe you cut off my hair . . ." Fang complained, rubbing the back of his neck. I rolled my eyes from my spot on the bench.

"You look good. Like a European guy. And a plus, you don't have Justin Bieber hair anymore. And it was almost past your shoulders." I replied.

Sunday: Fang and I are in my room. I'm on the drawing bench and Fang's on the swarm of blankets I try to pass off as my bed.

"European?" Fang asked, chuckling.

"Yeah," I said, continuing with my charcoal drawing. "Europeans are hot."

He rolled his eyes. "So . . . art contest?"

I sighed and shook my head, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "I haven't decided yet. I don't know if I want to enter a painting or a drawing. Any ideas?"

He shrugged. I got off of the stool and walked over to him, bringing a smaller sketch book with me. I laid my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the head.

"You are so helpful," I said. We sat silence for a second until I sniffed and almost gagged. "Your feet stink."

He scoffed. "Yours don't smell like a basket of roses, either."

"Ah, did I hurt your feelings?" I asked.

Suddenly, he was on top of me. Literally. Not a complaint, just a comment. "No," he whispered, his cinnamon breath spreading over my lips.

I set my sketch aside and ran a hand through his much shorter hair. "Really? Because I think I did."

He shook his head.

"Prove it." And he did. He crashed his lips down on mine and I tangled my hands through his hair, which was hard because it was shorter, but it worked. I latched my legs onto his hips and switched the situation. I was on top of him and his lips were under mine. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I granted entrance.

After a moment of French kissing, someone said, "AH! My eyes, they burn!"

I looked up and saw Gazzy standing there, hands over his eyes. "You can open your eyes now, Gazzy."

He shook his head. "Are you off of him?"

I sighed and got off of Fang. "Yes."

He peeked through his fingers and took his hand away from his eyes. "I'm not sorry to interrupt. But Nudge wants Max to go shopping for Halloween." I noticed how he avoided eye contact.

"No, no, no, no," I said. "Tell Nudge no."

"Nudge, she said no!" he yelled down.

"Tell her yes she is!" she yelled back up.

He turned to me. "She said yes you are."

I rolled my eyes. "So I heard. I'm not going!"

"Oh, yes you are!" Nudge yelled, stomping up the stairs.

"Yeah, I'll see ya later," Gazzy said, dissapearing down my stairs.

I looked at Fang, who put his hands up, palms facing me. "I want no part."

I glared at him. "You are so much help."

He smiled at me and pecked me on the lips, leaving me wanting more. I glared at him, then Nudge bursts into my room, "Maximum Elizabeth Martinez Ride, you are coming with me right now!"

"I can't believe you're making me do this . . ." I muttered, following Nudge, Ella, and Angel down the isle of the Halloween store. "I always dress as the same thing for Halloween."

Ella shrugged. "So? Its time for a change, Max. Move along with life . . ."

Nudge squeeled like a school girl. "Angel, you should totally be an angel! Like, you look so much like one already and you'd be such a cute Angel and you have that bear dressed as and Angel and mhph fphm." She was cut off by Ella's hand.

"And . . ." Ella said. "You'd look so cute to all those little boys in your class."

Angel had a look of disgust on her face. "I don't like any of the boys in my class. And they don't like me. Especially Michael." She wrinkled her nose.

"Ah, young love," I said, putting a hand in front of my heart.

"Nu-uh!" she said.

"Uh-huh!" I replied.

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nu-uh!

"Uh-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-hu-"

"Its hard to tell who the real child is here," Ella said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm a child at heart," I said.

"Better not tell that to Fang . . ." she muttered, and I slapped the back of her head. "Ow."

"You deserved it," I replied, sticking my tongue out at her. Notice who's been quiet? Yeah, thought so.

"OMG, I have the perfect costume for Max!" She yelled and I shushed her. "Sorry . . . But, as I was saying, you should totally be Pippy Gothstockings."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't you mean Pippy Longstockings?"

She shook her head. "Nope." She shoved fabric and plastic into my arms and pushed me into the changing room. I sighed and changed my clothes into the costume.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," I said.

"Let us see," Ella sqeeled.

I sighed and walked out of the dressing room.

"Oooh, looking hot, Maxie!" Ella complimented, waving her face with her hand.

"You'd look so cute to all the biys in your class!" Nudge said, giggling.

"Especially Fa-ang," Angel added, making kissy faces at me. Nudge and Ella joined in and I groaned.

Angel giggled and skipped down the isle, singing something in her delicate as glass voice about 'sweet, sweet revenge.'

I goraned again and stormed back into the changing room.

Its official. I hate my family.

What should Fang be for Halloween?

Speedos or trunks?

Tango or free stylin'?

Max never met the flock or was kicked out?

Should I do a x-over?

BEEF JERKY or SUPER-HOT EUROPEANS?

Choose wisely, my friends, for the fate of the world rests on your shoulders.

Skid: I choose the SUPER-HOT EUROPEANS. Cute guys with accents are awesome.

Tank: *trys to have and English accent* Hello, love.

Me and Jamey p.: Epic fail. *laughs*

Me: I love hearing English people say 'hello'. It sounds like 'Ello', which reminds me of Jello, which makes me hungry. Damn English people making me hungry. Damn them.