180th Reviewer: MaximumRideIsMe

190th Reviewer: StormCloud83

Disclaimer: MR isn't mine.

Okay, so this week is what we call "Tech Week" for a play called 'Hide and Seek' that I'm helping out with. I'll be a helluva lot busy so I won't be able to write too much! (No surprise there...) I'm busy enough as it is but I'll try my hardest! Wish me luck, guys!

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.
(Think happy thoughts!)

~κιταπα411

"I'll see you around, Sam," Fang waved him off as he stood in his doorway.

"Bye, Fang!" Sam waved back and turned to walk down the sidewalk.

"Fang?" His mother called. "Oh, you're home."

"Mom?" Fang shut the door.

"Lissa came in looking for you just a little while ago," his mom said from the dining room. "I think she's out back."

"Thanks," he walked to the back door and went outside, looking around for the redheaded girl. He raised his eyebrows when he found no sign of her. That wasn't like Lissa at all. He shrugged and went to his studio, sighing softly.

"Fang? Oh, Fang," he jumped when she appeared before him, distressed. "What were you thinking?"

"What, Lissa?" Fang shook her off, shutting the door and flipping on his lamp. He found his pictures strewn all over the place, some torn, some crumpled and others trampled upon. In Lissa's hand, a picture of Max grinning at him began to get wrinkled up in her fist. "What did you do this for?"

"Can't you see?" Lissa held up the drawing. "You've spent too much time by yourself and now look at you. You're falling for some weird freak of a girl! Why, Fang? Why? I'm right here in front of you! Can't you see - "

"No," he swiped the sketch from her hand and smoothed it out. "I don't see. I don't need to either. Why did you do this, Lissa? What're you even doing in here?"

Lissa felt her anger bubble. "Fang, who is she?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you," Fang opened the door and shoved her out, irritated and annoyed. "Stay out of here, Lissa."

"Fang!" The door slammed shut. She pounded her fits against it. "Fang! Answer me! Who is she?"

Fang locked the door, setting his drawing on the desk slowly. Her smile had become slightly smudged in Lissa's hand. His gaze softened, his eyes then roaming around the room. He knelt down, picking up the drawings one by one and setting them atop his desk with delicate handling. Lissa's pounding continued. He sighed, disappointed at the outrage of his friend. She had unexpectedly blew up on him and tainted his precious memories. The time he spent with Max was his own business and she had no right to go prodding into it. He plugged in his headphones, irked and annoyed.

"Fang, you don't understand!" Lissa finally cried out, sinking forward as she felt hot tears burn her eyes. "I love you!"