Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Maxi-Pad, but I do own BFF so no stealing!

A/N

Me: Hey guys! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Sorry it took me so long to post!

BFF: Wander and I have been swamped at school, which is the reason why it took so long for her to post this chapter.

Me: Its also the reason why its taking forever to put up the bonus chap for the Runaway Case, I'm really sorry about that guys, I plan on working on it this weekend and hopefully posting it.

Guest, to answer your question, I started school about two weeks ago, I don't know why my school starts so early, but thankfully we do get out earlier, which is nice.

Chocolatechipcookies13, I agree, Max does sound like a mother, but it is her job to protect him, so she will often be pretty overprotective, kind of like she was in the original series about the Flock

AFanOfFax, I loved your story and hope you update soon, it was really great! If you ever feel that you need any help or advice don't be afraid to ask.

BFF: I really want summer back!*sobs*

Me: *pats BFF on the back* It's okay, summer will be back. You should do something to make yourself feel better- *pauses and thinks* -Why don't you ask Sapphira Volkov about being a werewolf?

BFF: *wide-eyed* Sapphira's a werewolf? COOL! Are werewolves really allergic to silver, Sapphira? What's it like when you change into your werewolf form? What's your werewolf form look like?

Me: Thanks, Sapphira, I think BFF is feeling a lot better now. Okay, let's get on with the story and find out what happens.

Max's POV

Fang goes inside the house and I follow him in, weaving in and out of the crowd until Fang can't move without bumping into somebody. Me? I have the luxury of being an angel that nobody can see who can phase through anything or anyone. Yeah, I'm that awesome.

Yeah, no.

I hate the fact that I can phase through anything because I can never turn it off. Sure I can "touch" the ground with my feet and move, with some difficulty, inanimate objects. I sound even more like a ghost now, don't I? When I reach out and touch something I can't actually feel it, and as for animate objects, they pass through me as if I was air, which to them, I guess that's all I really am.

I just wish I knew what touch felt like. I wish I knew what it would be like to be able to hold my ward's hand. I blink in confusion at my thought and shake my head. I wish I knew what it would have been like to hold Zeph's hand I mean… But for some reason, something within me told me that was a lie. I've always wanted to hold Zeph, he was like a little brother. I argued, unsure of why I was. I had meant that I wanted to hold Zeph's hand, right? I don't know. I don't know.

I redirect my thoughts back to the task at hand. I needed to keep an eye on Fang and steer him away from doing things he shouldn't. I had almost lost him in the sea of people. My phasing abilities came in real handy then and I literally ran through the people separating us in order to reach him.

He stopped just as I finally caught up with him. I paused and took in my surroundings. We were by the kitchen, which had been converted into a bar. A girl with fiery red hair was tending to it, passing out drinks to eager customers every few seconds. She wore a mini skirt that was way too short to be called clothing and a decorated tank top that showed off her breasts. The sight made me sick, which I should point out is supposed to be impossible. Angels don't get sick.

This girl's got quite a talent then. I thought to myself sarcastically, I couldn't find it in me to reprimand myself for being so rude and that didn't even bother me. There was just something about her that made me strongly dislike her.

"Hey, Lissa." Fang called out in a business-like tone, and for some reason I was relieved by the tone he took with her rather than some flirtatious one.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Why was I relieved by that? What is going on with me? Is there something wrong? I'm not supposed to feel these emotions.

I should stop by Heaven's clinic for an examination when I get a chance.

Lissa turned to Fang, gave a "seductive" smile, and purred: "What'll it be Fangy?"

Fang was unimpressed. His eyes narrowed at the nickname, he obviously was annoyed by it. I felt a smile tug at my lips, and as I discovered this I quickly forced it back into a straight line.

"Blue Moon." He replied. I glanced over to him and gave a pained expression. Don't drink, Fang. Don't throw your life away, there's so much more to it.

Lissa turned to grab a bottle of the chosen drink and opened it up. She then proceeded to pour it into a cup. Why is she doing that? It seemed so wasteful pouring a drink into a cup when it already had a suitable container.

Then I saw her glance around nervously and take something from a drawer. Fang couldn't see what she was doing from his angle, but I could see clearly as she dumped two little pills into his drink. I could practically hear them starting to fizz as they dissolved into the drink.

She just put pills into Fang's drink. She was trying to drug him.

Not on my watch. I vowed angrily as Lissa looked around once more before turning around and giving the drink to Fang.

"One Blue Moon." She said proudly, but I could still hear the anxious tremor underlining her voice. I clenched my fists as Fang took the drink in hand.

"Thanks." He said, nodding to her and went to take a swig.

My eyes grew big and I panicked.

"Don't drink it Fang!" I said in desperation, concentrating on him so that he could hear me but nobody else would be able to. I don't want to see him drugged and have God-knows-what done to him while he can't do anything to defend himself. "Lissa drugged it!"

He jumps a bit, startled, and quickly brings the cup back down. He looks around in confusion, and then his eyes settle. On me.

No, that's not possible. I reasoned with myself. He was just staring where he thought the voice he had heard had come from.

"Look at the drink." I told him, his eyes glanced down at it. "Beer doesn't fizz."

He took notice of this phenomenon and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Dump it out and go home." I practically begged him.

Fang walked over to the overflowing trashcan and dumped the drink into it. Then he went home, right? Wrong.

He then proceeded to the fridge and pulled out a sealed can of Miller Light and cracked it open. After which he tilted the drink back and chugged it down until it was empty. Then he threw away that beer and got another, popping it open and drinking it in big gulps.

In that moment all I wanted to do was scream out in frustration.

It wasn't half an hour later that Fang was drunk as a skunk. (I don't understand the expression, but I'm going to use it anyway.) He stumbled about and danced sloppily. He kissed a few girls, who were just about drunk as he was, for a couple minutes each before he was torn away and tossed back into the crowd. My chest developed this overwhelming pain each time I saw him do this. I didn't understand what it was, but it left me extremely sad and depressed. It made me feel worthless. And maybe I was. After all, my previous ward had died because of me and I couldn't even convince a teenager not to drink. I'm pathetic.

Tears clouded my vision and began to run small streams down my face, they'd be rivers if I wasn't trying so bad to not cry. It's stupid. Stop crying. Crying doesn't solve anything. I repeated in my mind.

But it helps me deal with this pain. I admitted, sniffling. Where is this pain even coming from? Why am I feeling all these…emotions?

I saw Fang stumble my way, pushing away a demanding Lissa. All traces of the pain seemed to leave me at once. How strange? Lissa came back to him and pursed her lips at him. He forced her away again. Apparently even as sloshed as he was, he knew to turn the slut down.

I hated using words like slut and whore, they were such awful insults, but there was no other way to describe Lissa. In just a few short hours I'd seen her kiss at least five guys and take two back to a bedroom and shut the door. I don't think I need to elaborate on what happened in there, I'm pretty sure you get it. If not, well count yourself lucky. I had to learn about what happened behind closed doors like those from Gabriel the Archangel.

Forever scarred.

Back to the present. Fang gave Lissa one final push away, she huffed and scampered off. Then he dropped down beside me and groaned, pressing his thumbs into his temples. He already had a hangover.

He leaned forward and put his head between his knees. I wished I could pat his back to make him feel better. I'm not sure if it actually worked to do that, but it seemed like it should be the thing I ought to do in that situation. But it was of no use in even trying, my hand would simply pass through him, and then I'd feel even worse than I already do.

"Come on Fang, it's time to go home." I said, standing up. After a minute or so, he did the same and we began our trek back to his house.

A/N

Me: So what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Please review!

BFF: I'm kinda having a love/hate relationship with Fang now after this chapter. He got drunk and kissed other girls in front of Max. He was drunk, but still. Not cool. He made Max cry.

Me: Well I never said that Fang and Max would have a perfect relationship

BFF: Of course not! Fang can't even see her! *seethes* I thought this was supposed to be a romance story!

Me: It is. *smiles* Hehe, I know something that you don't! Something that will greatly affect Fax in this story.

BFF: Well tell me what it is before you forget again.

Me: Nope. I'm keeping this one a closely guarded story secret.

BFF: Then why are you talking about it if you aren't going to tell me about it?

Me: To torture you, it makes you more excited for the next chap.

BFF: You are sadistic.

Me: No I'm not, I just enjoy creating suspense.