Soooooo I know that I haven't uploaded in FOREVER but I think this chapter might make it up to you . . . Anyways, I had an awesome Thanksgiving with my family last night! I got to hang out with the cutest baby cousin in the WORLD! hahahah how was your Thanksgiving! I hope you had fun! Please R&R

Almost Gone 6

Fang flipped through the piles and piles of movies that he had in his room, which was – surprise, surprise – painted black.

"I still can't believe you have a whole entertainment system in your bedroom," I say as I stare at his 55'' flat screen TV, his X-box 360, Wii, sterio, etc. etc. etc.

Fang shrugs. "I'd rather not have all of it, but my dad thinks that I love it, so I kept it."

"Why would you keep it if you don't like it?"

He shrugs again. "My dad . . . works a lot. And he doesn't really know me that well as a person. He thinks that I like big flashy gifts but . . . it's just not really me. So, when he does give me a big flashy present, I take it so I don't hurt his feelings."

"Just to ease your pain, I'll take some of this home, man. No problem with me, dude." Iggy takes a swig at his soda can. "It's the least I can do for you."

Fang rolls his eyes and cracks a small smile. "So what movie do you guys wanna watch?"

"I don't care as long as it's not romance," I say and hop onto the edge of Fangs bed to get comfy in front of the TV.

"No prob," Fang says as he lays down next to me on his bed after he pops a movie into the DVD player.

Iggy lays against the bed, shoving hand-full's of popcorn and pizza in his mouth. "Hit play!" He yells with food spitting out.

I cringe. "Ew. Ha ha ha."

Fang sighs and nudges me to get my attention. He shows me another bowl full of popcorn, raises his eyebrows and then puts it over top of Iggy's head. I giggle and nod.

The bowl of popcorn pours down on Iggy.

"Hey!" He jumps up in surprise as Fang and I crack up.

Iggy growls in frustration. "Just hit play, man." He shakes off some of the popcorn and sits back down, crunching some of the popcorn on the floor underneath him.

"Sorry, dude. I couldn't help myself. And besides, Max told me to do it," Fang smiles. I could already tell that his smiles were rare, so when he did smile, it made my heart skip a beat.

Iggy shakes his head stubbornly. "Just. Hit. Play. Now."

Fang hits play to the movie and he starts forwarding through the commercials. We end up watching Nightmare on Elm's Street – the newest one, and to tell you the truth, for a rated R movie, it wasn't scary at all. I think the older one was scarier, probably.

I look down at Iggy who's shaking and clutching onto the popcorn bowl for dear life.

"One, two, Freddie's coming for you . . ." I whisper, trying to freak him out.

Iggy cringes. "Max. Don't. C'mon."

I giggle, "Three, four, better lock the door . . ."

Fang is giving me a half smile and nods his head for me to keep going.

"Five, six, grab your crucifix . . ."

"Dammit, Max!" Iggy jumps up from the floor when I tap him all of a sudden on the shoulder.

I fall off the bed laughing, holding my stomach.

Iggy shakes his head. "Be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Aw, I'm sorry Iggy. Iggyyyy come on, I'm sorry," I plead with him as he walks away.

He sighs, "It's fine. How'd you and Fang not get freaked out?" Iggy ask exasperated.

Fang shakes his head. "How did you get freaked out? You're blind. You don't know what happened."

Iggy waves him away and walks into Fangs bathroom and stops outside the door. "Hell. . . will someone come to the bathroom with me?"

Fang groans as he gets off of his bed. "You're real pathetic, man. And I'm not coming in with you. I'm just standing outside the door."

Iggy hurries into the bathroom and I'm left on my own.

I look around Fangs room and see on a bedside table and small navy blue note-book spiral is folded open. I crawl over to it and flip to the front cover where it's labeled Fang's Song's.

"Huh." I say to myself. I flip through the pages and find the page it had been opened on.

I've been through enough

And I've, seen a lot

Like the, way you move

When I've hit your blind spot

You got, a great smile

But you're, hostile

And you, think you're right

But girl, ya are so uptight

I hum to it's lyrics, looking a the notes on the side. When I was little, my mom would sign me up for singing classes. I hated them, but she still made me go to them. I haven't been to a lesson in over three years, I think.

"You got, a great smile," I sing, "But you're, hostile . . ." I nodded. They were pretty good lyrics.

"That was great."

I turn around sharply to see Fang standing in his doorway, staring at me in awe. Iggy is coming up behind him after I hear the toilet flush. Iggy rubs his hands on his pants. "Who's got the radio on?" Iggy asks.

Fang shakes his head. "That was Max singing."

Iggy's pale eyes widen. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Fang nods his head up and down.

"Uhm, thanks," I say slowly. I put Fang's book back down on his table. "I better be going. My mom will be wondering where I am."

I start walking down the stairs to the front door, Iggy and Fang following me behind. "You sure you don't wanna hang out a little longer?" Fang asks.

I shrug. "Wish I could. But I do have homework. Sorry, but I'll see you guys at school tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright. Later, Max." Iggy finds his way over to me and gives me a small pat on the back.

I nod at Fang, not expecting a hug. "See ya, guys."

I've already got sorta an idea where her singing could lead to . . . anyone think they can read my mind? Think they know what's gonna happen? Please tell me with a review! Thank you so much for reading!

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