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I know that one of you wanted Max and Fang to give the talk, but I think that Dr. Martinez has the ability to make this hard enough for them.

Fang POV

Max's face went really pale. I said, "Well, this has been fun."

She smiled. "It was enjoyable to kick some non-robotic butt again."

I was dieing to know something else, but I wasn't sure I would like the answer. Who kissed who?! Did Sam make the move or did she? I know Max like the back of my own hand, but this was a topic we didn't discuss. How bold is she, really? Jeez, I haven't said anything for a whole minute. It's no wonder everyone thinks I'm so quiet. I blurted out, "Do you think we'll still have to go shopping tomorrow?"

"I doubt she would deprive us of that horror. Can you imagine what Ella will make me try on?!"

"Yeah." On one hand that image was funny. Other wise it's plain scary.

Dr. Martinez came back in, holding a book and leading Ella and Iggy. They sat, looking confused. Then, she started, "Ella, you've heard this before, but your wonderful peers have brought it upon us to need this discussion again. We'll start with the female body."

Iggy groaned and punched me with amazing accuracy. I didn't retaliate. I probably deserved it.

She went on and on, displaying gruesome pictures that Iggy was lucky enough to miss.

Long story short, over a half hour later, she concluded, "No boys will be in girls rooms past ten o'clock and vise versa. Iggy and Ella, you two are excused." I think they had to fight the urge to run.

When Max and I were left she went on, "You two will not have TV privileges for three weeks." Fine with me. "Both of you will go to the mall every time Ella wants to." Ugh. "You will not go to sports events." Well, duh. "And when you get home from the mall tomorrow, you will clean every window in this house." How did she know just what to do? She's never raised a boy! Much less, a cleaning-product-smell-fearing, mutant freak. "Dismissed."

Max and I were both out of there so fast that if she had blinked Dr. Martinez would have probably missed it.

Without invitation, Max followed me right into my room where she proceeded to tell Iggy, "If you repeat any of that to Gazzy, Fang and I will tie your wings together and drop you out of my window." I just love how she brought me into this automatically.

I said, "I really am sorry, Max. Now, could you get out so I can change into sleep clothes?"

"Fine."

As soon as she was out and the door closed, Iggy said, "Fang, it isn't even eight yet."

"I know, but I really need to be away from her, so I can tell you my problem." I can't believe I'm going to do this. I can't believe its true.

"Does it involve a bomb?"

"No." He sighed, seeming relieved. I wonder what that's about. I forced myself on, "Well, you've noticed that she draws the eyes of a bunch of guys at school, wearing Ella's clothes."

"I don't think the clothes change much to them." Just great. That's really helping.

"Well, you know that I've kissed her, right?"

"NO!"

"Shh! Well, you do now. I kind of got us into that fight because I saw Sam kissing her. I need you to convince everyone at school that she's disgusting."

"No way! She'll kill me. Dude, either get her to go out with you or deal with it." He shook his head as if I was being narrow.

"You don't see! We can't risk dividing the flock if something happens."

"Something has happened. You decked her boyfriend."

This is the biggest mistake of my life. Why does this have to work out so horribly? Maybe, I'll have some consolation that she isn't enjoying herself either at the mall tomorrow.

I said, "Dinner will be on soon. Tell Dr. Martinez that I couldn't take it and threw up."

He replied, "You act so weak for a mutant freak who has been taking care of himself for the past few years." Then, he left me. Nice.

What do you want to happen at the mall? Should Total(Who is there btw) get into trouble in the food court or in JC Penny's?

How much control should Ella have over Ella?

Is anyone becoming ooc?

Review! Please, or I won't post tomorrow. Really, I need ideas. I'm only good at coming up with stuff for my original stories.

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