Sooooooooooo sorry it's been so long! But I've got a reason, and I'll really try to make this one good. Also, I've got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first? Bad? Oops, sorry, you kinda have to hear the good first. GOOD NEWS: I made my cheer team! I am so relieved! :) BAD NEWS: We practice four to five times a week for four hours, and I already live kinda far from the gym, so I'll barely be getting my homework done, let alone updating frequently. But I'll sure try. :)

Max

I decided to start our game of Twenty Questions on a light, fun mood, instead of delving into the questions I really wanted to know Fang's answers to. I figured I could gradually get to those.

"Boxers or briefs?" I asked, smirking like I was the most evil person ever as I picked up an onion ring.

Fang snorted at how proud I was, but still said, "Boxers. And what about you, Maxie? Panties or thongs?"

I almost dropped the onion ring dangling out of my mouth, because I was surprised Fang would be so...straightforward. But I quickly shook it off and answered. "Ha. Like I would wear butt floss. I don't know what girls think is so attractice about that."

"Did you seriously just call thongs butt floss?" Fang asked, chuckling a bit. "I'll have to remember that."

"Well that's what it is," I defended. Then went on. "Now, how do - "

"Hey, hey, hey, it's my turn to ask," Fang interrupted.

"But you asked the panties or thongs question," I reminded him.

"That was a spin-off of yours. So it's my turn. Why is Dylan so scared of you?"

I laughed to myself, taking a drink as I went back to last year. Dylan and a couple of his buddies from Iraq (the ones without kids or wives or anything to go home to) decided to come home with Dylan while on leave, since all he did was brag about his 'super-hot ex-girlfriend' and his 'little sister with skills.'

"Technically it's Dylan and a bunch of his army friends who're scared of me," I corrected Fang.

"Well...?"

"He brought home his little buddies basically to show off his ex-girlfriend, because they didn't believe him when he told them how good-looking she was, and to show off his little sister, because they couldn't believe I was so athletically...gifted."

"Who's his ex?" Fang asked, taking a sip of his drink innocently.

"Shut up," I murmured, slapping his arm playfully. "Basically his friends were being a bunch of dumbasses, and they decided to come into my room to try and scare the crap out of me. But they ended up walking in on me getting dressed, and so I was pissed. I threw on a shirt and I left his friends alone, but then I went into Dylan's room and beat the shit out of him. Poor guy didn't have anything to do with it either. He claims that I looked possessed, so he's terrified of making me mad."

"Jeez," Fang said, "remind me to never make you mad, okay?"

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Your turn."

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Like, real boyfriends? Not just the guy you talk to a lot in sixth grade so you decide to be boyfriend and girlfriend and never even kiss or anything?" What? I had to verify what he meant. Because I'd had my fair share of boyfriends. Not exactly a ton of real boyfriends.

"Let me decide what I mean." Fang strummed his fingers on the table. "Guys you've kissed."

"Well if we're doing that, technically three. You, Tyler, and then this guy in eighth grade," I said.

Fang choked on his soda for a moment and said, "You didn't have your first kiss till eighth grade? I mean, sorry if I offend you, but I'm surprised. You're a pretty girl, Max. How, may I ask, did you manage to wait until eighth grade?"

"Believe it or not, I was pretty awkward up until my freshman year. I was all tall and gangly, which I'm still tall but not as gangly, and my ears were too big for my head. But I grew into them." I chuckled. "My turn? I'll steal your question."

"Okay, um..." Fang paused to think and count on his fingers, and he was up to his sixth finger when I realized he wasn't joking. The boy had definitely had his share of kisses and girlfriends. "Three girlfriends, not including you, and nine kisses, not including you."

"Wow." I blinked. "Impressive."

Fang had a cocky grin on his face, and he popped his knuckles smugly. "Well, sometimes I just can't keep the ladies away."

"You're hilarious," I said sarcastically, taking a cruton off of the salad the waitress had brought for me.

"I try." Fang thought for a moment. "Okay. Got one. Have you ever done drugs?"

"No way. I've never even had a single drink of alcohol in my life, let alone drugs. I'll steal your question again."

I eyed Fang as I picked at my salad (they'd put some fancy dressing on it, not ranch) and he seemed kind of torn on how to word his answer. Which alone was answer enough, but it was only fair to give him a chance to talk.

"I'll be honest," Fang said. "I have the occasional beer at parties, but I've never been off-my-ass drunk. Tried a cigarette once, but I felt like I was going to hack up my lungs, so that's in the past. As for drugs, I've got no experience."

"Are you a player?" I found myself blurting, not even caring that it wasn't my turn. The whole 'how many girlfriends and kisses' question still had my mind reeling. But Fang didn't seem to mind that I'd stolen his turn for questions.

"Define 'player,'" he muttered, twirling his straw around in his drink.

"Do you flirt with a ton of girls?"

"Well I wouldn't call myself a player, but when I'm single," he said, emphasizing this, "I do talk to a couple girls."

"O...kay. That, I can deal with. Your turn."

Fang looked like he was about to ask me something a little more serious than we'd started on, but we were interrupted by our waitress arriving with our food. She set the quesedillas down in front of us and, when we said we were okay for now, she left us alone.

"How many people have you slept with?" Fang blurted, like he would chicken out if he didn't just say it.

"Let's both say it on three," I murmured, my stomach churning.

This was the moment of truth.

"One," I began.

"Two," Fang added.

"Three," we said together.

"None," I blurted at the same time Fang said, "Three."

I'm terrible. Two months (or something like that) without updating, and then I leave you with this ending. Hm. Oh well.

So this entire chapter was dialogue pretty much. Some would call it a filler, but I say Max and Fang got to know each other, and we got to know them a little more. Besides, it's something. I could've just not updated.

'Out of the Ordinary' will be updated as soon as I get my laptop back.

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