Chapter 1: The Pest

Song used: The Rant; Scrubs Ep. My musical

This is a little after everyone leaves and Max stays with Angel Dylan just came back

Hope you like it here's the messed up link :P

http:/www. youtube .com/watch?v=UUDmvhcZNrA

Max's POV

"Why don't you trust me?" Dylan asked as he entered the room.

"Because you're an ass," I said not looking at him but brushing a strand of hair out of Angel's face.

"This is sudden," he said.

"You made my best friend slash boyfriend flee for fear of hurting me. You are a tool."

"I-"

"Do I look like I'm done talking?" I spat at him. Angel stirred. "Sweetie, how are you?"

"Max, I'm not crazy!" she sang at me.

"Am, I still singing?" I sang at her, guess that answered that question.

"Singing like a bird!"

"Max, huge news! I talked to Jeb, and I got Fang's old bedroom right next to you're, next-door buddies," Dylan said punching me in the shoulder.

"Still, you're not nearly as crazy as her," I told Angel. Turning to Dylan, "Do you know how much you annoy me?" he held up his fingers a millimeter apart. "The answer is a lot. Should I list the reasons why? Well I don't see why not!" I spat/sang at him. I took a deep breath. "It's you hair, your nose, your chilled face, you always need a hug!

Not to mention all the manly appletinis that you chug!

That you think that I am you mentor just continues to perplex.

And oh my god, when you're around me stop always needing to flex!" I screamed at him.

"Oh, by the way, last time I was in the gym and afterwards I got some appletinis and talked about you with some friends at the bar!"

"See now, Newbie, that's the thing that you do that drives me up a tree,

'Cause no matter how I rant at you,

you never let me be!

So I'm stuck with all your daydreaming and your wish to be my man.

It makes me suicidal and I'm not the only one!

No… I'm not the only one!" I sang and gestured to Angel.

"It all started with a vision in my head.

There was a hatred I had never felt before!

So now I'll make you pay, each and every day.

Until you mousse-haired little nuisance is no more!" Angel sang at him.

"So now, that's why I'll call you names like Carol, Jane and Lou. Like Moesha, Kim and Lillian, Suzanne and Mary-Sue!

See, regardless of the names I pick, my feelings are quite clear.

You're a pain in every day of every month of every year!

"Max, you've gotta help me'cause I really am distressed.

Can't you find another option, could you run some kinda test?" Angel sang at me.

"If you need some kinda favor, really any kind of favor, please just get me peace and quiet from this god-forsaken pest," I told her pointing at Dylan.

"I think what my soul mate is trying to say-"

"Shut your cakehole, Mary-Sue, or I swear I'll shut if soon! Back off of Max, and back off of us, too! Because I'm sick of your wining all god damn afternoon!" she yelled at him.

"Congratulations, Angel what can I do for you?" I asked her, still singing.