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A/N: Yea, yea, I know- too long since the last chapter. But whatever. I'm frickin' busy. But thank you for everyone who gave me ideas for the next couple chapters- I know what I'm gonna do now :) Be ready for an epically awesome chapter… two chapters from now!
Fact: I recently found out that there's a freshman on my track team that likes MR as much as I do. Yay! I have someone to complain about Dylan and Fang's butt-headedness to!
Angel POV
"But Gaz-zy! You promised me that you'd play a board game with me!" I whined, trying to use puppy-dog eyes on him. Unfortunately, that didn't work on older brothers apparently.
"You always read my mind and cheat and win! It's not fair!" Gazzy pouted. I hope Iggy gets back soon with that zinc-carbonate so we can finish our sonar bomb….
"You just want to build a new type of bomb with Iggy!" I said accusingly.
His eyes widened, and then narrowed. "See? You always read my mind, especially when you're losing at Monopoly! I don't wanna play with you." I'll have to keep my plans for our static electricity bomb hidden, too.
Sighing, I stomped out of the boy's room and into the girl's. I flopped on my bed, blowing my curls out of my face. It's not easy being a mind-reader. People either want you to spy or get incredibly annoyed with you. It's a hard-knock life.
I'm so worried about Fang… he's been acting so weird for the past few days… maybe I should talk to him… nah, he always just shuts me out….'Well, there's always a silver lining,' I thought to myself, as Max's thoughts drifted through my head. I got to play match-maker. They needed to just be a couple already. I was drowning in their teenage hormones.
Since I didn't have anyone to play with anymore- humph- I started going over everyone's thoughts. I liked to think of myself (secretly, of course- don't tell anyone, or I'll punch you in the throat!) as our flock's 'Guardian Angel'.
I heard Iggy's thoughts as he flew into range. Geez, this ZC is heavy… hopefully there'll be some left over for our static electricity bomb…. Well, nothing unusual there.
OK, I got the casing ready, and I got all the wires out of Nudge's camcorder- hurry up, Iggy! Uh oh, Nudge is gonna kill Gaz when she sees that. Oh well. Serves him right!
Let's see… Max was still thinking about Fang (and "how cute he looked when he was concentrating"- *barf*). Nudge… OMG, Taylor Lautner is like… to die for. Look at his abs! Ohmygoodness he is so hot! Ugh, she must be reading her magazines again.
Oh, I hope that horse doesn't go into labor before I return tomorrow morning. I need to be there…. Well, there was Dr. M's. Wow, I would absolutely love to meet Avan Jogia. He is soo hot…. Ew, Ella's thoughts were almost as bad as Nudge's.
I scanned for Fang's usual steady-and-relaxing thought pattern. … I didn't get anything. I frowned and searched harder. All I heard was a whisper, and a sense that he was still in the house, but no actual thoughts.
My frown deepened- why couldn't I hear his thoughts? I heard everyone else's just fine. I grit my teeth and concentrated so hard I felt like my head might 'splode. When I still didn't hear anything, I gave up with an exasperated sigh. What the heck? Was he blocking me or something? That just made me even more curious about what he was thinking about.
I hopped out of my bed and raced down the stairs. When I got in the living room, I saw that he was reading his blog, stretched out on the couch. "Fang- what gives?" I asked, walking over to him, putting my hands on my hips.
He looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
"Why can't I read your thoughts anymore?"
This seemed to surprise him. "I don't know. I'm not doing anything." I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to see if he was lying. Of course, I still couldn't read his mind, but he seemed to be telling the truth. Ugh, I hate not being able to read people's minds!
He shrugged and went back to his laptop. "Fang! I wanna try to figure this out!" I went to poke his arm, but I noticed that he flinched away from my finger, eyeing it warily. Hm….
"Angel," he sighed, "I really don't know what's going on. Maybe I'm getting a new power… or something…" Was it just me, or did he seem to get quieter when he said "or something"?
"K." I said, skipping back up to my room. I was going to figure out what was wrong with Fang, no matter what.
I CREATED A FACEBOOK PAGE- 'IT'S FNICKING AWESOMENESS'. LIKE IT FOR UPDATES, POLLS, NEW STORIES, QUESTIONS, & OTHER FUN STUFF!
A/N: Super short, super filler. Well, kinda- it does give another aspect into the whole Fang becoming a vampire thing. I'm not happy with this chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something.
Question of the Chapter: What is your favorite Disney movie? I ADORE The Lion King :D
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