-gulps- I'm feeling a bit threatened. And I only have a little bit to update, so if this is short I apologize.
HalesXxGriffiths- Okay, TOTALLY SCARED! –gulps again- You know, if you kill the author you'll never know the end of the story…
Edwardismyromeo- …wow. I make no promises.
Crawdad90- If you kill me you'll never know what happens…-gulp-don't hurt me. I have to give my BFF skating lessons tonight.
Drippingly Sarcastic- NOOOO! NOT GLAD! LOVE YOUR REVIEWS! Love the therapy session idea by the way. You're hired! But he would because he's avoiding that sign. (all confuzzled people say "AHHH!) He's trying to pretend he doesn't like Max and schtuff.
Chocolate is dangerous in your hands….yay!
And yes, I DO want you to bug me, because I forget otherwise. If it takes me more than a week remind me please.
WHOO! Story time!
Song (Which will make another appearance at a later time) is What Do You Want from Me? By Forever the Sickest Kids
OH! AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS! Death threats are funny, but just pressuring me to update is making me nervous because I want to do a good job. So please stop pressuring me. An occasional death threat might be humorous, but things will go the way they go and threats will not change it. Give me some patience okay? Thanks! XOXOXOs! YOU ALL ROCK!
MAX
"Can you say hey? Can you say oh? That's right, what do you want from me?" Music blared from Iggy's speakers. I pounded on the door and it finally opened.
"Yeah?"
"Have you seen Fang?"
"I think he's at the mall."
Fang? Mall? Hmm…. "Okay, thanks." I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. "Going to the mall," I told Mom, poking my head into the living room.
She nodded distractedly. "Uh huh, have fun. Don't stay out too late."
I sighed ang laughed. "Love you Mom."
"Mmhmm. Love you too."
I ran out the door, grabbed a skateboard (yes! I board! Don't you?) and took off for the mall. I hadn't taken a football field's worth of steps when I saw Fang…with Estelle. Oh God, what is this? I stepped forward, not feeling guilty at all for spying on my cru-foster brother. (Note sarcasm.)
Estelle giggled and Fang leaned over to whisper in her ear, smirking. As if he felt my eyes, he looked up and gave me the same look all of Estelle's other…
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Still searching for a term that doesn't involve the word toy…
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Followers! That'll work. The same look that all of her groupies/followers/whatever (cough-losers-cough) did.
My eyes widened and he dipped in and kissed Estelle, long and hard. It turned into a makeout session, but his eyes never left mine. And for once since he spoke, I could read him again.
Do you understand now Max? Do you?
Yeah, I thought I just might.
With that, I spun on my heel and walked straight toward the stores that girls like Estelle shopped for their clothes in.
Shockingly, that happens to be Forever 21, 579, Papaya, and Burlington Coat Factory, not Victoria's Secret….I hope. Honestly, I don't want to know if they shop there and if they do, I do not want to hear about it or visualize it, so if you know, do not, I repeat not tell me.
Let me keep some of my innocence please. Just please.
I whipped out my cell phone and called Nudge. "Nudge? Get Ella the girls and get down here. I'm waiting outside Paypaya."
"We're already here," she giggled. "Turn around."
I spun.
"We thought you might want our help," Claire said. "Sweetie." She hugged me. "You poor thing! He's got you trapped, hasn't he?"
I rolled my eyes. "No! He's my brother."
"Not technically," Claire pointed out.
"And you know what they say," Kayley smirked.
"Incest is Wincest," she and Claire laughed.
"Only with the Winchesters," I argued.
"What?" Nudge frowned.
"I'll show you Supernatural when we get home," I said.
"So, are we making him nuts or not?" Lissa snapped impatiently. "I want to get this shopping on the road. They're still there."
We hurried into the store and I cornered Ella first thing. "I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"Do you like Iggy?"
She blushed. "N-no. What would make you think that?"
"Well, I always thought you had a thing for each other, but he's with Claire."
"He doesn't like me, but yeah, I like him, okay?" she muttered.
"I just wanted to check."
She nodded. "Okay."
"And I'm here if you want to talk, okay?"
"Thanks."
Then I cornered Lissa. What? I'm not doing the shopping! Why do you think I brought them? It certainly wasn't their gossip skills (gag me)! They're my…temporary fashion consultants. "Lis? Do you…like Fang too?"
She blushed. "Maybe. Why?"
"Well…I just think…I don't know. I just wanted to know."
"Oh," she fell silent for once in her life.
"Hey, it's not a bad thing that you like Fang," I whispered. "In fact, we should both make him suffer."
"Why?"
"Because it's fuuuuun," I dragged the word out, smiling.
"I don't even feel right about this."
"So you'd rather he sucked face with Estelle?"
"No," she insisted. "But I don't think this is the way."
"Maybe I'm also just giving in a little," I admitted. "But he's officially not talking to me. If this is the way, well, at least the girls get to go shopping and I get some better clothes."
"Touché," she shrugged.
"So, shop with me?"
"Yeah."
See? It's not over yet. In fact, it's just begun….mwa ha ha ha!