Chap. 12

You're Doing My WHAT?

Max POV

A lacy, totally scandalous bra.

What the FU – HELL?!

Fang muttered something under his breath.

"What?" I snapped.

"Nothing."

I rolled my eyes. "No freaking HELL I'm wearing this."

"Aw, come on."

What is up with him? "You want people to stare? Guys checking me out?"

His expression didn't change. "Please?"

"Hell no."

"Maax," he whined, and I melted. Well, almost.

"No," I said.

He muttered something again.

"Yes?" I asked irritably.

"I said, I guess I'll have to put it on for you," he said quietly.

Fu – shit! Damn SEXY! (A/N: Told you he was sexy ;] )

Okay, breathe, Max, said my rational self.

I snapped out of it, and wordlessly pushed Fang out of the bathroom and slammed the door in his face. This meant I had nothing to wear, now that Fang had taken the clothes I had just changed out of.

Sighing, I put on the clothes. Including the bra, 'cause I didn't have another one. Dammit.

I gave myself a once look – over. Very… sexy, but kinda revealing. Well, VERY revealing. Oh, well.

I opened the door, and out of nowhere, Nudge jumped in.

"Okay!" she squealed. "I'm doing your hair, Max."

What the freak?

Nudge POV

Max looked awesome! I mean, she always does, but today she looked super awesome. A good, trendy outfit just makes everyone look good.

"What?" she asked.

"Fang told me to do your hair," I said as nonchalantly as possible. She could always tell when I was lying. Of course, Fang hadn't. Angel had.

I jumped up and down in excitement. I already had an idea for what I wanted to do with Max's hair.

When I finished, like TWO minutes later, (which is like a record for me) I held a mirror for Max to look at herself. I must admit, I did a GREAT job.

I had combed her hair again, straightened it, and clipped it up. Some hair spray (OMG, I love that movie!) a few barrettes, the stuff that makes your hair shine, and Voila! Dinner, -ahem- Max is served!

I fixed her hair and clothes one last time and checked the time. Holy moly! 8:00!

"It's almost time for school!" I yelled. Yes! I love school! "Let's go!"

Fang took one look at Max, and his jaw dropped.

"Admit it, I whispered in his ear. "Max is jaw – droppingly, stunningly, wonderfully, GORGEUS."

Iggy tapped me on y shoulder. I jumped. Like, REALLY HIGH.

"What's that about Max being gorgeous?" he asked.

"Oh, I did her hair, and Fang picked out her clothes -"

He cut me off. "FANG picked out her clothes?"

I nodded. "Yup. And she is HOTT!" I sang.

"Right," he said skeptically. "Angel, send me a picture of Max."

She did, and Ig's jaw dropped too. I laughed with delight. I ALWAYS do great makeovers. There was this one time we (Max, Iggy, Angel, and me) tied Fang to a chair and slapped some duct tape over his mouth and gave him a makeover. I did the hair part, and it looked FABULOUS. Iggy and Max picked out his clothes, and I swear, without Ig, Max would've chosen clown clothes or something, but he just KNEW how things would look on Fang, and he could feel the colors, and so they got this HOT outfit. Angel did his makeup. Not like silly makeup, just stuff to get the shadows under his eyes out, and darker eyebrows, guy stuff. Fang fell asleep after two hours or so, and we –

"NUDGGEEEE," wailed Angel.

My head snapped up in surprise. "What?"

"My internal ears are bleeding!"

I blushed. Sorry…

It's okay.

A/N: Did I stop it at a weird spot? Review!

To those of you who guesse bra, you were right. I like cliffies :]

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITCISM!

To see Max and Fang's hairstyles, check my profile info. I'll post up the link.

I enjoyed writing this one!