We had walked back inside and Lucy informed us that lunch would be ready soon. So Fang, Angel, Gazzy, and I were watching TV to waste time. I had my head resting on Fang's shoulder. I sighed.

"Wouldn't it be cool if there were cushions that you could rest your head on?" I asked him.

"I think it's called a pillow." He looked at me from the corners of his eyes and smirked. I smacked his arm and blushed, embarrassed.

"I knew that." I told him.

"Sure you did." He replied sarcastically. He subconsciously stroked my hair with his hand.

"I meant to tell you about the whole band thing."

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Well, I already know that Iggy plays drums and Ella plays the violin, although I don't know if that'll help at all. And Ella told me that Nudge plays piano, so she could do keyboard."

"Cool." He said shortly. "You know, I could teach you how to play guitar if you want."

"Really?" I sat up with a smile on my face.

"Well once I get my new guitar I can give you this one and teach you then. But the guitar I want costs a fortune."

"Whenever you can teach me, I'll be ready. I can wait a while, as long as I still learn sometime."

"Okay." He smiled at me and his mom called us into the kitchen/dining room for lunch. Angel acted like a cat, slurping water out of her glass, and it was pretty cute. Gazzy was a total slob, I'm not gonna lie. And Fang and I kept making faces at each other and cracking up.

"You know what we should do next weekend?" I brought up.

"What?"

"A sleepover like we used to when we were little." Fang looked like he was thinking about it when Gazzy made a disgusted face.

"But girls have cooties!" He shouted and Angel giggled.

"So do boys." She argued. She did have a good point . . .

"Yeah. I'm gonna have to agree with Gazzy," Fang shrugged, "girls have cooties." He winked at me so, of course, I smacked him upside the head and rolled my eyes.

"I meant by having a whole group together. Like with Iggy, Tess, not Sam, me, you, and Ella of course, and I'll have her invite Nudge so you can get to know everyone."

Fang nodded. "Sounds cool. Where?"

"My house. And we do group sleepovers all the time. I sort of talked them into it, because it reminded me of when we had group sleepovers; and it was another way of staying connected to you." I explained timidly.

"All right then. Your house it is."

The week passed by slowly, I mean really slowly. It was boring too, like a horribly written story. And then I did this, and then I did that, and then this happened, and then I died . . . because I'm so boring all the time. (if you've ever seen Alex Reads Twilight on Youtube, you'd fully understand this joke. I don't know which chapter it's in so just watch them all.)

Anyway, it turned out that Iggy got us a gig at his parents' club somewhere between Groundhog Day and my birthday. (What are the odds? Hmm, let's see, 10 for - 0 against.) The 27th of February, I think. That information was the only thing that kept us alive for the week or else I actually might've died.

When it came time for the sleepover, I had everything set up (as in, blankets on the couches and an air mattress on the floor) and I already had the sleeping arrangements made. Nudge got there first, then Iggy and Tess, and finally Fang. We made Ella and Nudge each sleep on a recliner, since they would fit, and I was going to make Iggy and Tess sleep on the air mattress, but they said it was weird for them to be in the same bed together. Can you guess who got put there? The last two people left.

Nudge and Ella talked me into letting us play Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle (I changed the rules so we only had to kiss cheeks. Could you imagine if Iggy had to kiss Tess, his own sister? Ugh, so not an image I want in my head.) Once it was about ten or so, we put in a movie, a romantic comedy. I fell asleep a few minutes into it because I'm more of an action kind of girl.

When I woke up, it was still early and I felt Fang's arm draped over my waist, which was actually sort of comforting. I rolled over to face him and I noticed that he was already awake.

"Good morning sunshine." He said in a goofy voice and I tried to stifle my laughter so I wouldn't wake the others up.

"You're so weird." I whispered

"I know." He replied.

"I've really missed you." I told him self-consciously. "I mean, I know we've hung out for the past two weeks but it doesn't make up for ten years, you know?"

"Yeah. I know." He agreed. Without even realizing it, I hugged Fang, tears forming in my eyes. I held them back by falling back to sleep.

Okay so for some reason I've connected Max's birthday to the 15th of March since that's when the 6th book came out and they all got older. I know it's nowhere near her birthday though. If Fang is a Scorpio (it said it in the back) and Max is suppposed to be about four months older than him, then she's approximately a Leo. Anyway, tell me what you think. Is there too much FAX? My friend told me there was so i need to know your opinion. And also, all these chapters are ones that i have already written and they're ready to put on. Once i post up to where i've typed so far, there will be a decrease on how quickly it gets up there so don't freak out and think i've stopped writing(just so your head doesn't fall off) ;) Holy crap i sound like Nudge. haha