Hey guys, I wasn't planning on updating so soon, but I got seven reviews, ten favorites, and fifteen story alerts, so I guess that this one is pretty good. Obviously better than my other stories.

So, since I know it's totally awesome to get shoutouts (and Danny isn't here for commentary) I'm going to do a shout out to all of my lovely reviewers-

Highschoolneverends1234- I know, right? I watched the movie Speak and then started making up a story about a foster kid, and realized if I combined the two it'd make an awesome fanfic!

Mia Gallio, Her Royal Pixienes- Thank you! Thanks very much! I don't get many faithful readers, so this is pretty awesome! –feels all fuzzy and happy-

Cloud74- It will be, but it's also going to be kinda sad. Think Cody (Jackson) and Melissa from flight 29 down.

Rainie16- Okay, are you like, following me or something? Like, watching my stories? You've reviewed so many….Thank you. I love having faithful readers! You make me feel a little more like Saint Fang of Boredom, who is like, one of my FF idols.

Babiixilyx3- Yeah. Max is awesome. I know she's acting a little OOC, but it makes sense later on.

And finally, the longest review I got:

Drippingly Sarcastic- Your review totally made my day and forced me to update. Thank you. I absolutely loved your little premonition. I called one of my besties and read it to her. You have totally fueled my story more than Danny ever could have. Danny's had my back on this, even though he thought it would be a fall out story. Well, take this Daniel Parker –insert last name here-!

I really hope I don't disappoint. I'm putting it to you to let me know if I start to disappoint. I'm trying my best here, but I've never done anything like this before. If I disappoint you have every right to come up with creative death threats like I do. See 's Just Makes me Stronger for an example.

And I hereby promise I will not cancel the story like some duchebag authors tend to do. I will follow it until the end, if only because of my readers.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! YOU'RE THE BESTEST! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

MAX

"Fang, are you ready?" I tapped on his door. "We're leaving soon."

He opened his door and followed me to the car. We were headed to the mall to get him some clothes. Dad was staying home with everyone else and Mom was taking us. "Ready to go?" she asked brightly.

"Yup," I answered. We got in and she drove to the mall. Once there, everything Fang picked out was in dark colors.

"Don't you think we should get more colors?" Mom asked.

"Mom, this is cool now. Let him wear black. Ooh! Hot topic. Please? Can we go in? Please?"

She nodded and I led them to one of my favorite stores. "Ooh! Mom look! They have that t-shirt again!" It said You Totally Suck at Life. I had it, as did my friend Lissa, and a bunch of girls at school. It was popular among the girls.

"See any shirts you like?" I asked. "We should totally get you some here. They're trendy at school."

He looked them over skeptically. He picked up a shirt and held it up for me to see. It had a picture of fangs on it and said, Bite Me.

I giggled. "Very you."

It may have only been his fourth day here, but I was starting to understand his silence. I hadn't told anyone, but in a way, he was sort of talking, with the different expressions and motions. I read them carefully and could talk to him- for a few minutes. But he always shut down on me again at random moments. Especially if I asked him something about himself.

Take last night. "I clearly told Iggy that mom said no, but he claims that Dad okayed it. Either way, the tree in our backyard has a hole from a bomb in it."

Fang's eyes flashed in amusment.

"Ooh, I love this song!" I started singing along with it. "cause i was thinkin bout a little white tank top sittin right there in the middle by me, i was thinkin bout a long kiss man just gotta get goin where the night might lead i know what i was feelin but what was i thinkin? what was i thinkin'?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. Not his type of music.

"Well then Mr. Know it All, what kind of music do you like?"

He froze, like a deer caught in head lights.

"Fang? It's okay. We don't have to talk about music. We can talk about something else if you want."

He shook his head and left quickly.

But back to the time at hand.

"So, did you two find anything?"

"Yeah." I grabbed four more t-shirts and said toFang, "You're getting them whether you want them or not."

He held out his hand and I handed them to him.

The first said, I'm not shy. I'm just quietly examining my prey. The next said, I'm not anti-social. I just don't like you. The third read, I'm not anti-social. Society is Anti-Me. The last one read, It's not that I'm not a people person. I'm just not a stupid people person.

The shirts earned me a sour look from Mom, until she saw Fang. He flashed me a grin that lit up the room. It only lasted a millisecond, but it was there.

I know. I saw it.

Mom smiled at me and paid for the shirts. We left the store and I said, "Hold up." I ditched them and ran to the Mac store at our right. I pulled out my checking account card. Yes, I was good with money. I save more than I spend. I bought an iPod and an iTunes gift card and ran back to Mom and Fang. "Now we can go."

Mom raised an eyebrow. Fang was studying the floor. Or his shoes. Or both.

"Tell you later," I mouthed at Mom.

On our way out of the store, we were stopped by a shriek and a flash of red hair, which tackled me promptly. Fang tensed, ready to pull her off me. "Fang, it's cool. Don't freak. This is Lissa, my best girl friend."

"Ooh, the new kid?" she studied him. "He's cute."

"He's also not deaf. He can hear you."

"Oops! Sorry!" she blushed. "I say things out loud when I shouldn't sometimes. I'm like Nudge, but with red hair."

I giggled. Fang hadn't answered yet. In fact, he was on lockdown mode. I touched his arm and he flinched automatically. "Hey, don't worry. Lissa's cool."

"No, it's okay. I've got to go. See you at school on Monday, right?" We were having Teacher Week at school- no school for a whole week.

"Yeah, totally. Later."

"Later." She skipped off.

We got in the car and drove home. Fang immediately hurried to his room with bags. But he came down a few minutes later with a scrap of paper. He handed it to Mom. She opened it and tears filled her eyes. "Oh, sweetie, it's nothing. You're family now."

He nodded and left the room. I looked at the paper. Two words.

Thank you.

Hey, it's me! So, like it? Hate it? Let me know guys!

And did anyone catch who her best friend is? First one to put two and two together and connect the obvious gets a cookie!