Now for a nice, special, custom written intro by XxPheonixWingsxX specifically for this story! Hopefully we'll see more from Iggy, Muffins, and the twins (Deja and Fang) soon! Thanks guys! And thank you Drippingly Sarcastic for reminding me to update! You guys rock!

Dejia- Did y'all know St. Patrick wasn't even Irish?
Fang- Well then why the hell do we celebrate it as an Irish holiday?
Muffins- He wud kinapet at 16
Iggy- To kill Irish snakes!
Fang- Not even cool!
Dejia- I swear fang
Iggy- You got to talkative when we got kidnapped
Fang- Yeah mostly 'cuz all we ever do is hang out with people!
Dejia- Whats the dealio? They can't even see you!
Muffins- Oh gos
Iggy- Whtever, its brother, sister love
Twins- NO!
Muffins- Will oo rwview for the nice lady?
Iggy- Muffins means for you to review for Armygirl0604

FANG

I saw Lissa at the mall later. "Look, Lissa, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just…I don't even plan on going. I hate dances. I was just trying to start a conversation."

"Oh," she said cooly. "Whatever. It's fine." She walked away.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. The most annoying of Max's friends, I'd never really liked her, even back when we met at the mall. I went back inside to find Max. She was sitting at the piano, playing something I vaguely recognized as a classical piece. "Hey Max."

She glanced up. "Hi." Then she was back to her piano. I wandered back to my room and grabbed my guitar. I started strumming any songs or random chords that came to mind. When I looked up again, three hours had passed and it was sunset. I opened the door…

And tripped over Max.

MAX

At around two thirty Fang came in, briefly stood there, and walked away again. A few minutes later I stopped playing piano and went upstairs to see if I could find him and convince him and Iggy to play Halo. Instead, I got to his door and heard him playing guitar. He really is an amazing guitarist, I thought. Well, I wasn't going to interrupt. Instead, I grabbed a book and sat against the wall, listening and reading.

At five thirty the music stopped. I stood just as Fang's door opened. He ran smack into me and knocked me back down. We both tumbled to the ground, him into the wall and me into the doorway. "Ow," I muttered, sitting up. "Fang, are you okay?"

He sat up slowly and shot me a suspiscious look. "What were you doing?"

"Listening to you play," I answered bluntly. "You're really good." I pushed myself to my feet and walked away. I turned back again. "Play Halo with me?"

He shook his head. "Later?"

I rolled my eyes. "Never mind. I have a report due."

"No you don't."

I grinned evilly. "Exactly." I headed downstairs. "Mom, I'm going for a walk."

She poked her head into the hallway. "It's a school night."

Oh right…Sunday. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay, are you eating here?"

"Uh…probably not. If I do I'll eat leftovers."

"Have fun. Don't do anything stupid. Stay virginal." Then she was back to…well, I just don't want to know.

"MOM!" I rolled my eyes, pulled on a jean jacket, and headed out into the night, calling James as I went. "Meet me on Main Street?"

"On my way!" The phone went dead.

We met up a few minutes later and started walking down the brightly lit, busy, shopping street. We ended up eating Chinese take-out right from cartons while sitting on the wall of a fountain. We kept stealing food from each other's carton. My chopsticks kept stealing his chow mien. My terriaki beef and snow peas meal randomly had water chestnuts disappearing, which caused another chopstick swordfight all together. How dare you steal my favorite part… The fountain somehow became part of the war and we were both damp and giggly by the end.

As if being soaked wasn't enough, I had to be evil in another way. I marched over to an ice cream vendor and bought us both ice creams. He rolled his eyes, but accepted it with a reasonable expression.

"So, what are you doing for Spring Break?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I was thinking you, me, beach, and lots of sun?"

"Beach? But there's no-" I grinned. "Are you saying…?"

"Camping at the lake? You bet. Oh, and your older siblings are welcome to come too. I mean, the little ones are welcome too, but 1, they don't have the same spring break, and 2, I'm not too sure they'd enjoy some of the stuff we do, as it's a lot of hiking and stuff. But you, Iggy, and Fang are great. And maybe the scene change will be good for Fangster." Oh, jeez. Nicknames? Male bonding between these two cannot be safe. James's family was incredibly outdoorsy. During the winter they went skiing and snowboarding. If we were still together (which I hoped we would be) next winter, he planned on bringing my family to their cabin in the mountains for some wintery fun. Summer was RVs and boats at Lake Havasu. Fall was hiking and other interesting stuff I'd yet to find out anything about from him. (He said it was a surprise.)

Spring was another matter all together. His family always camped at Chevelon Canyon Lake. However, he and his older brothers Jack and Jake had been camping in their own campground since Jack and Jake (twins) turned 13. Now seventeen, the two always seemed to be up to something. All of their seasonal trips were talked about in school. Only two other people had ever been invited: Jake's longtime girlfriend Tasha and Jack's long time girlfriend Brigid Dwyer. I'd only met Brigid once, and she seemed a little annoying, but sweet enough. Tasha I knew personally, as she used to be my babysitter. She was the coolest teenager older than us that I knew. I hadn't been surprised when I found out that she was invited every year since the boys were 14. Only two people had ever gone on these legendary trips and they were sworn to secrecy.

Now I was invited to be in on the secret. I couldn't believe it. I mean, sure, Fang and Igs were to, but…wow. I'd never thought I'd be part of this. It was…kind of amazing.

"That sounds great," I kissed him.

"You should know that once you've been once, you're invited every time after, whether we're still dating or not."

"I'm pretty sure we will be, but you've got it."

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, smiling. "You'll love it, it's amazing. I already told your parents. You three are going to ride in the RV with us."

"Should I find that creepy or cute?" I looped my arm around his shoulder.

"So cute that it's almost creepy?"

I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder as he walked me home. "Hey, James?"

"What's up baby?"

I blushed. "I…I uh…had a really good time tonight," I said instead.

He smiled. "Me too."

He kissed me and started to leave the porch. "Wait!" I grabbed his hand. "What I'm trying to say is-"

"Max-"

"I love you!" I burst out.

He broke into a grin. "I love you too. I have since fifth grade. Starting the day we met and every day since." He kissed me long and hard. "WOW IT FELT GOOD TO FINALLY SAY IT!"

"WHOO!" I hugged him.

"You should go in. Last week before break!" he kissed me. "See you-"

"On the porch at 7. I got it, I got it." I kissed him again. "Love you."

"Love you sweetheart."

I walked in and the first thing I heard was Angel yelling for Mom. Then a shout that sounded like Fang. I started running. I burst in. Another nightmare. I shook his shoulder. "Fang! Fang!"

He thrashed and struggled. Mom and the others ran in. I rocked him, stroking his hair. "Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream."

His eyes flew open and he gasped for breath. Again. "Sorry," he muttered. "I'm okay now."

Mom nodded and cleared everyone out. I stroked his hair. "Shh, it's not real."

FANG

"Shh, it's not real." I leaned into Max's arms, thinking, But it was…it was real, it always is.

"I'm okay now Max." I pulled away.

She nodded and stood. "Get some sleep."

I turned over in bed and she left. I stood and went to the window and stared out. I thought that I saw something in the distant forest, but it was probably my imagination.

I hoped…

Okay, I know I haven't updated in a while. I've been having some problems with time. My good friend has been having a lot of problems lately and his BPD mood swings have been more frequent. I've been hanging with him as much as I can and trying to keep his spirits up enough that he doesn't…well, you know…

For those of you who don't know…

BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) is a lot like Bipolar Disorder, but the mood swings are more frequent and much shorter. They last between minutes and two days usually. I've never seen my friend not have a high somewhere in a day, but he's usually struggling with manic depression. BPD is also assosciated with rapid bursts of anger and sudden upcomings of manic depression, along with self destructive behavior.

The SDB ^ was my big worry. I know him and I know I should worry.

So, if I don't update, I promise, I do have chapters ready, but can't find time to post, okay? Thanks! I promise to get them up whenever I can. I have not given up on the story, it just might be less frequent than it was. Please don't give up on me!

Thank you for your time in reading this uber long and kind of pathetic AN. Dejia, new intro por favor? Thanks!