(Mmkay, so, here's the backround for this oneshot/songfic.

A) The songfic was too short by itself so I slashed it with another random oneshot. B) All human. C) Sort of Flock/highschool for the songfic. D) Rated T for language.

I actually have a little bit of time on my hands--it 'tis the wondrous week of spring break. Anywho... Im considering deleting my long term stories. These would be Dethroned and ... well, whichever one else I have, because Im just that sad that I cant remember the name of it off the top of my head. Clearly, they aren't my priority. Y'know?

I'm really sorry if anyone out there was waiting for another chapter, but I've found that if I try to finish something with what little determination I have, it comes out very half-assed. And I don't settle for half-assed. So I'm gonna call it quits. I just don't have the drive to finish one of these ridiculously long stories you see out there every now and then.

So... Yeah. That's it. If anyone wants to take over one of these, that would be fine, and I'm open to it. Clearly everyone knows I'm not doing these fics justice.

Thank you for listening to my fanfiction piblic service announcement, now onto the details of these fics.

The first one: songfic to I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy.
The second one: just a normal oneshot I'll pull out of thin air. Maybe I'll use one of the ones I've been working on for a while... like the one that's kind of emo, but I think is pretty good... Hmm...

Layta!!)

Universal POV

Say my name and his in the same breath,

Fang was on his way to the gym, as per usual, when he noticed some blonde chick angrily kicking a coke machine. She had her earbuds blasting in her ears, to some angry-shouting-emo-boy song, and really small shorts on. Fang shook his head quickly and looked back to somewhere more appropriate for public outings.

He noticed that her hand, it was a fist as of now, though, was really bruised, and that her hair, which was up in a ponytail, wasn't really shiny like most other girls. It was more dull, and there was a light sheen of sweat covering the part of her neck that showed past it.

I dare you to say, "They taste the same."

Fang really wasn't prepared for what she did next...

She fell over.

Let the leaves fall off in the summer,

Fang immediatly dropped his duffel bag--there wasn't anything important in it, anyway--and jogged over to her. Glancing around, he didn't notice anyone else--which was good; this was a pretty bad part of town, gang-wise--except for some other girl walking along the sidewalk, so he leaned over and checked her pulse. It was lightly fluttering, but there. Her breathing was also really shallow.

He knew he had to get her to a hospital, though, when she began coughing and blood came up.

And let December glow feel flames!

--

A week later, Fang was in the lunchline, not really planning to eat anything, as he had worked in this cafeteria once for volunteer hours and seen what they did to the food, when he saw a flash of blonde. A second later he heard a scream.

Macy May, the schools over-ruler, was currently sitting with brown goop flowing down her hair and face. With everyone turned toward her, she began standing up slowly, wiped it from her eyes and pointing a finger as though it were a dagger at--Wait, is that...??

Brace myself and let go,

"Do you know who I am?!?" Macy shrieked, her high-pitched, squeaky voice piercing just about everyone's eardrums. The girl, the one Fang had taken to the hospital just seven days ago, smirked, looking about ready to laugh.

"Yes."

Start it over again, in Mexico.

"Oh, really? Well, then, tell us, oh-wise-one." Macy bellowed. By this point, everyone was deathly silent, only a few brave ones really taking the initiative and laughing into their hands as expected.

"Oh, I know who you are. You're the queen-b. The b, by the way? Does it stand for bitch? But that's something else entirely, we'll talk about it later. Do you wanna know who I am?" The blonde said, still smirking and glaring jokingly, as if it didn't really matter. Fang couldn't stop staring at her...

These, friends, they don't love you!

"I'm your worst nightmare." With that, she hefted a tomato in her right hand, and throwing it at Macy May, shouted, "Food fight!"

The cafeteria broke out into thunderous noise, and food flew left and right, up and down, and sometimes seemed to fall from the sky, there was so much of it.

They just love the hotel suites! Now,

When the fighting ceased, everyone was splattered with pudding, ketchup, spaghetti, hamburgers, relish, and many other foods, and the principal was walking in, huffing indignantly with his blotchy red face even redder. He bellowed, "MAXIMUM RIDE! TO THE OFFICE, THIS INSTANT!"

The girl, apparently Maximum, put her thumb and pointer finger on either side of her chin thoughtfully, eyes sweeping toward the ceiling as though she would find the meaning of life written there, instead of busted butter packets and some chewing gum. "Uh, how about... next month? I might be able to pencil you in then... But todays no good. I've got a wall to vandalize in an hour, and a party to crash at seven."

I! Don't! Care what'cha think,

"Oh, that's it. Maximum, I tried, but in your first week you've managed to alienate every teacher you have, destroy school property, disrespect one of our finest students," at this point the principal took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, which was sweating profusely, "and nearly empty the whole of the schools food stock onto its walls. I wanted to give you a chance, despite your past problems with other schools, but I can take no more!" The principal huffed more and blew his nose into his sweaty hanky.

"Uh, yeah, tell me something I haven't heard fifteen times?" Maximum sighed and rolled her eyes. "Cuff me, officers," she snickered and stuck out her hands towards the security guards, "I'm going to commit a murder at some point."

As long as it's about me!

The principals face, which had just gotten a few shades lighter, darkened to volcano red again and his eyes bulged unhealthily. "MAXIMUM RIDE!" Seemingly not able to think of anything to say to her, he pointed at the security guards himself. "MEN! RESTRAIN HER!"

Four security guards rushed on Max, and Fang watched almost in horror as she didn't twitch a muscle at their approach. They were all about twice her size, and clearly didn't know their own strength, considering they ran like ogres.

The best of us, can find happiness in mih-ih-isery!

Just as Fang was about to jump in front of her, the girl who he'd somehow become so infatuated with he just couldn't fathom it, when she raised a hand in his direction in a "stop" motion. The other hand she brought up and gave the "bring it on" gesture to the security.

As the guards collided with her, she seemed to have a foot out already. Fang hadn't even seen it move. Then the fight progressed.

Take a chance, let your body get a tolerance.

Everywhere the guards were, no matter how fast, Max was faster, throwing up blocks like they were nothing and seemingly beating the crap out of them without trying. When the guards turned, Max had a fist waiting, and when they ducked her knees and feet found their stomachs and groins.

When it was over, only a minute after it started, Max had them on the ground, hand cuffed together in a circle, with one boot on ones head.

I'm not a chance, but a heatwave in your pants.

"Now, do you really wanna mess with me?" Max glared around the room threatningly, her gaze fidgeting between the principal and Macy May. Macy May looked close to crying, in fact, some of her mascara was already trailing down her face because of the pudding. The principal, also, looked very scared.

"Uh... you'll be gone? Like you said... in that note...?" The principal asked in a meek voice. He nodded, stubbornly trying to hold on to his pride, and then muttered something about it being a fair trade that she get her perfectly fine day of mishap for everyone around her so she would leave.

Pull, a breath, like another cigarette,

Max nodded, then glared harder at Macy.

Macy screamed, but it was more of a yelling whine, and ran from the cafeteria, and then the principal walked out in a way that was probably supposed to be dignified, but looked more cowardly.

Palms up, I'm tradin' 'em, tradin' 'em.

When they were gone, Max sat down at a table and began picking at the pizza on her tray. She can't seriously expect everyone to just start eating again, can she...?

No sooner than Fang thought it, the very quiet people in the cafeteria slowly started talking again, eating the remains of the food fight just seven minutes previous.

I'm the oracle, in my chest.

--

After school had ended, and everyone had cleared out, Fang was helping one of the janitors clean up the lunchroom because he knew that Miss Daisy had trouble with her knees these days, and so it was hard for her to get at the grime under the tables.

Miss Daisy had gone to take her break, because she hadn't eaten all day, when Fang heard the door to the cafeteria being pushed open slowly, the hinges squeaking loudly.

Let the guitar scream, like a fascist.

Following that abomination of a noise came angry shouting in the form of rebellious boy bands. "Whoa, why are you here?" A girls voice said, sounding strangely vulnerable and scratchy.

Fangs head shot up, and he groaned when it hit the bottom of the table he'd been scraping gum off of.

Sweat it out, shut your mouth, free love on the streets but,

"Oh. Sorry." Fangs eyes widened as he heard Max sniffle loudly and put some steel in her tone. "I thought I would be the one cleaning this. Sorry if you got in trouble for it... Uh... thanks... I--err, gotta go..." She began backpedaling towards the oak doors again, but by now Fang had stood up fully, and he wasn't on the track team for nothing, after all.

"You're that girl who was kicking the coke machine last week, right?" He caught up to her and clamped a hand around her shoulder. Strange, but elating, tingles ran up and down his arm on contact, and he couldn't seem to let go even if he'd wanted to.

But in the alley it ain't that cheap! Now,

Max turned slowly on one foot and her eyes flared in suspicion. "Are you stalking me?"

Fang looked into her eyes, getting lost in them, until she started snapping her fingers in his face, her eyebrows creasing above those delicious and endless pools of chocolate she posessed, and he remembered it was polite to answer when spoken to. "What? Uh, no... I'm the one that took you to the hospital after you passed out from exertion and started coughing up blood?"

I! Don't! Care what'cha think, as long as it's about, me!

"Oh. Um. Well, thanks, then. I'll just be on my way..." Max shrugged off his hand and turned around again, hurrying even more this time to get away from him.

"Wait! I--," Fang didn't finish his sentence, because truthfully, he didn't know what he was going to say. That he was quickly becoming obsessed with her? That he sort of had a crush on her, as if he was in kindergarden? That he'd just gone batshit crazy and needed her help?

The best of us, can find happiness in mih-ih-isery!

Uh, yeah... no.

Max sighed and faced him again, her eyebrows drawing together and her eyes tearing up. That sight, right there, made Fang ache. It was ridiculous. But he knew he had to, somehow, protect her. She shouldn't be on the brink of crying...

Said, I! Don't! Care what'cha think, as long as it's about, me!

He gulped.

Max walked over to him and shoved his shoulders softly, but still hard enough that he stumbled back a foot. Man, she's freakin' strong...

The best of us can find happiness in mih-ih-ih-ih-isery...

"I'm sorry. You can't, and neither can I. So stop it right now." Looking down, her hair fell around her face and some moisture cascaded in drops to the floor. "I know what you're feeling right now... and I'm sorry. But I gotta go." She smiled when she looked back up, a watery smile, but a smile all the same, and kissed him on the cheek. Then, she reached around and pinched a spot behind his neck, and he lost conciousness.

--

Max looked down at her soul mate, the one she was supposed to watch over, the one who'd saved her life more times than she would ever end up saving his, and she shut her eyes. This was, what? The fifth time she'd had to erase his memories of her?

She had to be the clumsiest, and least sneaky, guardian angel in the world.

(Whoa. Okay. That was way longer than I thought it would end up being, and it included emo-ness. So I guess I dont have to mess with the one Im semi-working on at the moment tonight. But youll probably see it later this week... theres really just the ending and editing to do... By the way, I know I never finish long stories, but in a review tell me if you think this oneshot could turn into one??? Pleeease? Virtual cookies for all who do...

Anywho; yes, I realize the song doesnt really make much sense at first glance for this fic. Read between the lines, and look up the word oracle, and just know, or hear for yourself, that this songs instrumental represents all that is badass, and therefore goes with Max perfectly.

Oookay. Guess that's it. PM me if you want to take over Dethroned. Otherwise, Ill delete it in a month. Im not completely giving up on Idiot Rich Kids yet....

Byeee. -Meg)