Hiya my peeps. That's what our English teacher calls us. He rocks.
Skid: Yeah, he's pretty cool.
Tank: He's got awesome stories.
JP: He ceases to amuse me.
Me: I'm gonna give you the answers to my questions in the previous chapter that I found most interesting, blah blah blah:
What should Fang be for Halloween?: A POTATO - Moe6swimmer
Speedos or trunks?: Theres these guys on my swimteam that always wear speedos and they are like amazing swimmers and stuff but those speedos make them look UGLY. Once I saw a fat guy with a speedo. I was scarred for life - Moe6swimmer
Tango or free stylin'?: Tango - Scarlet Daydreamer (I think that's the only person who put Tango so woop-ee!)
Max never met the flock or was kicked out?: Never met um - Moe6swimmer
Should I do a x-over?: Sure - Moe6swimmer (The x-over would be St. Trinians and MR, by the way.)
BEEF JERKY or SUPER-HOT EUROPEANS?: SUPER-HOT EUROPEANS who have BEEF JERKY with them all the time for some reason - Ally D.
If one of you ever goes to Europe, go up the the first SUPER-HOT EUROPEAN GUY you see and ask him if he has any beef jerky on him. If he does, take it, run around in a circle, and scream to the world, "I've got it! We're all saved!" Then eat the beef jerky, go to the computer ASAP, and review to this chapter. Then everyone around the world will celebrate and rejoice with SUPER-HOT EUROPEANS and BEEF JERKY.
Disclamer: Mes dont owne. I aslos donte owne a dictionrie. Ovioucily.
Second Disclaimer: I don't own the song. I love it, but I don't own it.
October 29.
Fang POV
"C'mon, Fang!" Iggy said, pounding on my door. "Stop fixing your hair and lets go!"
I sighed and buttoned the last button on my - guess what? - black shirt. Black jeans, black button up shirt, black high tops. Blacks in this season, didn't you hear?
"Hurry u-" I opened the door and stopped Iggy mid pound. Well, that sounded gross. Ignore my last sentence. You're not ignoring it, are you? You people have sick minds. I'm seriously grossed out by how twisted my head and your head and every other teenager's head is out there. Lets hope our kids do better than we did, or we're all screwed.
He grinned. "Nice to see I can pull you away from the mirror. But that really should be Max's job . . ."
This is the thing about Iggy. One second he's making sex jokes, the next he's telling me to not put a hand on his sister, and then he's back to the sex jokes. He's, like, bipolar.
I punched his arm. "Ow, what was that for?" he asked, rubbing the spot where I hit him. I didn't hit him that hard . . . Ok, maybe I did, but he needs to suck it up.
"Crappy sex jokes," I replied and walked down the hall and down stairs.
Max and the girls - minus Angel, who was playing a video game with Gazzy and Anne, who was cooking dinner - were waiting at bottom steps, all ready for the Halloween dance. A smile lit my face when I saw Max.
She smiled, walked over to me, and said, "Hey, handsome."
I wrapped my arms around her waist and replied, "Hey, gorgeous." She blushed scarlet and I gently pressed my lips to hers.
Iggy, Nudge, Ella, and Jeremy made gagging noises behind us, and Max removed one of her hands from my hair, I'm assuming to flip them off. I did the same.
We pulled back from each other and Max grabbed my hand. I fell in love with the girl with chocolate eyes, and I fell hard.
"Will you two save your little love fest until after the dance?" Nudge asked, but she had a smile on her face.
Max smiled up at me. "I guess."
Then we were off, flying down the road. Not literally, of course. But that would be cool. Ya know, to have wings. I lost my train of thought . . . Oh, yeah. The dance.
Max and I basically hang out around the sidelines, talking and eating. A lot of eating. Max went through five of those little Oreo packets, and I went through six. We make a good team.
Then, a song I knew from the radio came on and I smiled. "Lets go dance, Max."
She smiled and let me pull her into the crowd. "Sure."
We stopped and I put my hands on her waist and she put hers around my neck.
I leaned down and whispered/sang in her ear:
You're better than the best,
I'm lucky just to linger in your light.
Cooler than the flip side of my pillow,
That's right.
Completely unaware,
Nothing can compare to where you sent me.
Lets me know that its ok,
Yeah, it's ok.
In the moments where my good times start,
To fade.
You make me smile like the sun,
Fall out of bed,
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head,
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night.
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breath,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee.
Just the thought of you can drive me wild,
Oh, you make me smile.
Even when you're gone,
Somehow you come along.
Just like a flower poking through,
The sidewalk crack and just like that.
You steal away the rain and just like that . . .
You make me smile like the sun,
Fall out of bed,
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head,
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night.
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breath,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
Just the thought of you can mae me wild,
Ohh, you make me smile.
Don't know how I live without you,
Cause everytime that I get around you,
I see the best of me inside your eyes . . .
You make me smile.
I was going to sing more, but her lips were suddenly on mine, and my lips were moving in sync with hers. When she pulled back, our noses were only about a milimeter apart, and she whispered, "Ditto." Her cool breath tickled my lips, making me shiver. Geez, this needs to stop.
I grinned.
"But I have yet to see you dance like a fool," she pointed out.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you want to see me dance like a fool?"
She laughed. "No, its cool."
The song ended, and we walked back to the table with all the food on it. But, instead of going there, Max dragged me over to the wall where it was shadowed so no one could see us. Then she pressed me to the wall and put her hands on my chest. Her soft, full lips pressed against mine and I kissed her back. My arms wrapped around her on their own accord, but I didn't mind. And neither did Max. She seemed to just want to get closer, and closer, and closer, until her chest was basically pressed against mine and their wasn't enough room for a piece of paper.
Let's pause this moment, shall we? All you see is two hormonal and very much in love teenagers playing tonsil hockey. Now we'll press play.
Max and I were happilly kissing in the shadows, when Nudge and Iggy decide they want to join us. Oh, God, get your head out of the gutter! No like that, you pervy pervs. Can we clense your perviness with Holy water? Lets hope.
Anyway, they decided to join us in the non-pervish way. *glares* A big thump sounds right next to us, and max pulls back and I openly my eyes. I was absolute horrified. I'm fine with PDA, but Nudge and Iggy seem . . . um, er . . . I con't even think of a word. Lets just say they seemed to be eating each others faces off.
Max started tomake gagging noises, and I joined her. Iggy and Nudge jumped apart and blushed scarlet.
Tonight was a good night.
October 31, Sunday, 6:00.
Max POV
God, I hate this costume. Its way too revealing. Thank you, Nudge, for getting me the best costume ever! Not.
What exactly is my costume? Well, its a black Hell Bunny corset with an open back - showing off my tattoo, which I don't mind at all - and a Lip Service red plaid tease mini skirt wiht shiny leather thing at the top for a belt that laces up in the bacl and front, and has lace at the bottom of the skirt. Then, I have The Night Before Christmas over-the-knee socks - different kinds -, and my combat boots. At least some things never change. But I look like a slut. Gosh, I hate this costume.
"Nudge, can't I wear stockings or something?" I asked her, pulling down the skirt.
She grinned evilly from her spot behind me, looking insane in her evil pixie costume. "Nope. And don't even try looking for some. I already hid them."
I groaned. "But, Nudge-"
"Don't 'but Nudge' me. You know you now you look good, and its time I did something with you. Plus, this is payback for everything you've done to me over the years."
"And what did I do to you over the years?" I asked her, pulling the skirt down a little more. It didn't help.
She shrugged. "A lot."
I rolled my eyes, but they stopped mid roll. I started counting on my fingers how many cookies I've stolen from Nudge, how many times I pushed her off a couch, how many times I've made fun of her and Iggy - yeah, I need more fingers.
I sighed. "I guess can survive this one night in this terrible, terrible outfit."
She squealed and I sighed again.
"Hey, where's Ella?" I asked with a final glance at my reflection, which had my now just pass my shoulder lenth hair into two braids and the slut outfit.
Nudge rolled her eyes. "Sucking face with Jeremy."
"Ah." We went downstairs, and to the kitchen. How did Nudge manage in those five inch heels? How?
When the guys saw us, their eyes almost bugged out. Fang was looking at me, and when I saw him I giggled. He was a - drumroll, please *bud-dum bud-dum* - NERD!
Fang's eyes returned to their normal size and he leaned against the counter. "Yes, I'm a nerd."
I walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "A very cute nerd." He smirked at me, and I returned it with a smile. "Where's Angel?"
"Putting on her costume," he said. I nodded and we waited in a comfortable silence. Angel then skipped out, wearing a white dress, white ballet flats, white wings, and a halo. She was holding a stuffed bear in a costume almost idential to hers.
She looked me up and down and sang, "Oh, revenge is in the air!"
I glared at my Angel.
"Now, now, Max," Anne scolded, coming into the kitchen, handing a white candy bag out to Angel. "Its not nice to glare at kids."
"Fine," I replied. "I'll glare at you." And I did.
"Can we go now that you've had your glaring showdown?" Ella asked, looping an arm through Jeremy's.
I smiled at her. "Yeah." I turned to Gazzy, who was in a monster costume. "Got any explosives on you? Stink bombs, fire bombs, color bombs, firework bombs?"
He shook his head and a narrowed my eyes. "Anne, search him."
"What?" she asked. "I trust him."
I sighed. "Guess we'll wait and see if we get a call from the police department. Its been a while since Henry came for a visit. Lets get this over with."
Then we were walking down the street, Angel's smooth hand in one of my hands and Fang's tough, scarred one in my other. It was a nice few hours until a red-haired bimbo decided to pop in.
"Ugh," she said, passing me with her posse . . . posee . . . pose . . . oh, whatever. "She looks like a slut."
"Look in the mirror lately?" I muttered, and she heard me. She turned around and glared at me, and I took the moment to asess what she was wearing. Oh, God. And she thought I was the slut. I'm not even going to taint your minds with what she was wearing, but her boobs and ass were all over the place.
"What did you just say?" she spat, trying to sound venemous. Not woring out.
"You heard me," I said, and continued to walk.
"Whatever, Ride. You're a slut and you stole my boyfriend, and you know it."
I rolled my eyes. "First, he has to be your boyfriend for me to steal him from you. And second," I looked at her nose, then my nails and frowned, "I'd hate to ruin my nails."
She paled and scampered off, her groupies or whatever following close behind.
"What an excellant role model you are," Fang complimented, smirking.
I shrugged. "At least Angel won't deal with people's crap, right, Ange?" I looked down at my Angel, who's bag of candy was dragging the ground as we walked. I sighed and gathered her in my arms. "I think its time we went home." I looked at my watch. It was eleven-thirty. "It is a school night."
Fang nodded.
"Hey," I said, looking around, careful not to stir the sleeping angel in my arms. "Where's Iggy and Ga-" I didn't finish my sentence because a loud bangish powish sound went through the air, and I knew a stink bomb had gone off.
Iggy and Gazzy ran towards us, and when they stopped slapped high-fives. I narrowed my eyes at them. "What did you do?" I hissed.
"Well, Gazzy had this idea that since Lissa was bothering you we should stink bomb her and-"
"Wait. You set a stink bomb off on Lissa?" They nodded. "Well done." They smiled, but I narrowed my eyes at them again. "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook."
Then I turned around and started to walk back towards the house.
Lame Justin Bieber jokes that I made up: I know what Justin Bieber wants to be when he grows up. A guy.
Justin Bieber needs to stop stroking his chin. The only hair he has anywhere on his body is his head, and that won't change anytime soon.
You're not going to be friends with everyone, Justin Bieber. The sniper's not exactly a fan.
- Sanity
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