FRICK! I just realized I had over ONE HUNDRED reviews! I was SOOOOO happy! Thank you guys so much! So, because I've got so many already (cough-I like reviews-cough) I'm going to update even more!

Thank you guys. Thank you so much. You guys have totally made my day. I remember when this was just an idea I had, just something that was in the back of my mind. And now look at it! Seriously, if you guys want, I can make this really long! You may not like some parts, but isn't that part of life? I'm soooo happy! Thank you all SOOO much!

And I'm babbling. But it's good babble. It's gush babble.

HalesXxGriffiths: Sorry we killed your theory. Right Max?

Max: Yep. Sorry.

And don't worry. It's just that when you guys put me under major stress that I freak out and can't write. But you can voice as many opinions as you want.

FANG

I slammed my fist against my pillow. WHAT IS SHE THINKING? She's driving me crazy. The clothes didn't matter. It was that guy James I cared about! Is she trying to push me over the edge? I sat down, grabbed my guitar, and started strumming. I had no idea what, just strumming. The girls pounded upstairs and the squealing started.

"HE KISSED YOU?" Claire screamed.

"OH MY GOD!" Kayley shrieked.

Lissa laughed. "He's so right for you. I mean, can you say whipped?"

"BE NICE!" Max snapped. The words dropped to whisperes and I lied down, closing my eyes.

I awoke with a gasp to Max saying, "Nick, it's a nightmare! Just a nightmare! God, wake up!"

"I'm awake."

"Thank God! I thought you'd never wake up! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said curtly.

"O-okay. Night Fang."

"Goodnight," I snapped.

She left quietly. "I don't know what's wrong with me," I heard her tell Lissa. "Everything I do is wrong. I can't live in this house much longer if this keeps up."

"You have us. You have James. Now you have Estelle. Right Estelle?" Estelle? When did she get here?

"Right," the girl said firmly. "So, is he okay?"

"Go find out."

A light tap sounded on my door. "Come in."

She poked her head in. "You okay Nick?"

"Fine."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Okay. Feel better. Call if you need anything." She kissed my forehead. "And Nick? You're really hurting Max. She hates Nick. It's Fang she loves so dang much." She walked out of the room.

Great. No matter what I do, it's wrong.

And that's how Max feels.

I suck.

MAX

"He'll be okay," Estelle said. We'd invited her to join our sleepover.

We went back to our music video making. The next morning, after the girls left, James called. "Interested in going to the park with me?" he asked.

"Love to." I pulled on my sweatshirt and met him down the street. We tossed a baseball around for a while, but ended up at the skate park. We skated around, goofing off. "See you Monday?" I asked.

"Monday," he promised, kissing my cheek. He skated away and I went inside.

"Have fun?" Fan-er-Nick asked coldly.

"I did." I headed upstairs to change out of my messy skate clothes for dinner. Mom's rule.

After dinner I watched a movie with Angel and Gazzy. Iggy was out with Claire. Nudge and Ella were spending the ngiht at a friend's. Nick was with Estelle. Mom and Dad were doing a parents' night out. It was just the three of us.

"Max?" Angel asked after I put in another movie. This was a special treat-we'd do crafts and watch movies and they got to stay up until they fell asleep. We had snacks and PJs, the works.

"Yeah baby?"

"Can we make valentines? I want to make a special one for Toby." Ah, Toby. He pushed her in the sand box, pulled her hair, pinched her, antagonized her constantly. It was love.

"Girls are gross," Gazzy wrinkled his face. "Especially Cynthia." His crush.

"We can make valentines," I answered. I pulled out the craft box and we started cutting and pasting. At the end there were six very gluey hands, five reject cards, four missing crayons, three very neat and tidy valentines, two giggling kids, and one extremely messy work area.

"That was fun! Thanks Max!" Angel giggled. She yawned.

"Okay, I'll clean up. Why don't you guys go find a movie to put on?"

"Okay!" Angel ran off.

I was just finishing putting away the craft supplies when the phone rang. The kids were still arguing over Little Mermaid, Alice in Wonderland, and Braveheart. What? Yes, we let them watch it! Big deal!

"Hello?"

"Hi, is Nick there?" a voice asked.

"No, sorry."

"Oh. I'll try later."

"Wait! I'll take a message. May I ask who's calling?"

"Mick." The line went dead.

AH! The plot thickens! I was planning on waiting a little longer to do this, but I figured out a new way to make it work.

And I'd like to thank Drippingly Sarcastic. Your ideas fueled what just happened. I just tweaked them a little!