In case I have to do this, all the characters in this story are James Patterson's (except for the ones that are obviously not his). Okay, on with the story. ;)

As my friendship with JJ grew stronger, my friendship with Fang became weaker and more awkward. By the time our gig came around, we acted like we didn't even know each other's names. I hated it. And standing up on stage right next to him was torture. I saw Lissa in the front row; she was here for obvious reasons. I just wanted to make up with Fang. In case you're interested in the music more than what's happening in my life, we only sang four songs. Gravity by Sara Bareilles, If No One Will Listen by Kelly Clarkson, Redeemed by Charlotte Martin, and Come On, Come Out by A Fine Frenzy.

Immediately after the show, Fang left. Big surprise, I thought. Once I got home and got in my bed, I thought about ways to possibly make him forgive me.

Maybe I could buy him back.

I had a horrible nightmare in the middle of the night and woke up sweating. Even though I was on the second floor, I was able to leave the house by going out the window. All I had to do was jump onto the tree right next to it and climb down.

You see, I have a special place I go to that's about six miles from my house. I go there when I'm upset, scared, anytime I need to think. You may be thinking that it's a really long walk but it's not. Trust me on this one.

I made my way through the cool night air, taking in deep breaths to calm myself down. I loved California, it was that simple. I thought about what a mistake it was for me to yell at Fang. I realized I had gotten carried away with my thoughts when I noticed my cliff about twenty feet away. I ran at full speed toward it. The highest part of the cliff was about fifty feet up and then it dropped straight down, a completely straight side.

I took my shoes off and climbed up to the top. The rocks didn't really hurt anymore when I stepped on them. Once I got up to the top, I let my toes hand over the edge. A strong wind passed and blew my hair back behind me before I sat down with my legs dangling.

My dream was about that football player that I beat up. In it, he had brought a gun to school and shot a lot of people . . . including Fang. I know I'm mad at him but it still made me extremely upset to even think about him dying.

I heard a noise behind me and I automatically turned around, sitting on the balls of my feet. I picked up a slightly large rock as slowly and quietly as possible and aimed it at the noise. I threw it but heard it hit the ground. I almost started turning back around when I heard the noise again. I ducked behind a shrub, ready to attack anyone or anything that might try to hurt me.

The suspense was kicking up my adrenaline, which made the suspense worse, which pumped up the adrenaline even more. I couldn't stand it. I saw an outline of a body start to make its way closer to me. They were maybe about four feet away. I got ready to launch myself at them, whoever they were. When they were two feet away, I jumped toward them and knocked them over. Their head was hanging off the side. I was, to put it simply not grossly, sitting on top of them. As they were looking over the edge, to see how far they would fall, I grabbed another rock and brought it down to their face. Hey, it's self defense. They looked back up just in time to grab my wrist.

"Holy shit! Max?"

"Fang?" I dropped the rock and got off of him immediately. My adrenaline dropped. "What are you doing out here?" I hissed. The moonlight hit his face so perfectly that he actually looked, and I hate to admit it . . . hot.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." He replied.

"I'd just like to let you know that I've been coming here since I was six."

"Oh well I guess this is your place then." He said. "I'll leave."

"No. Fang I need to apologize to you."

"I'm listening." He raised one eyebrow. I sat back down and he sat next to me.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." I started. "I just got really mad because it sounded like you didn't care about practice. And then you said that I'm mad because I can't get a boyfriend and-"

"Yeah. That was way out of line for me to say."

"But it's true." I told him. "I can't get a boyfriend. You know, I look around all the time and there's always a young couple holding hands or a cute little old couple that's sitting on a bench and laughing with each other. I just get scared when I think about it. I feel like, if I'm not in a relationship now then I never will be."

"Max, you can get a boyfriend anytime you want." He gave a small chuckle. "Trust me."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He explained. "There were so many guys coming up to me and asking me if you were single the other week."

"Then how come I haven't been asked out?"

"Because they were all creepers and I didn't think you'd appreciate that." He smirked.

"What did you tell them?" I groaned.

"I told them you wouldn't wanna go out with them because you were in love with a fictional character."

"Which one?"

"Harry Potter." He said. I punched him in the arm.

"That explains why Gary Shoran was dressed up in a Hogwarts costume the other day." I laughed. We sat there for a couple minutes and my mind wandered to other things . . . again.

"Is your mom getting treatments?"

"No." Fang sighed. "My mom doesn't like anything unnatural. She doesn't take pills or go to the doctor. She believes that if it never existed before, then it shouldn't exist now."

"Can you take medicine?" I asked.

"Yeah. She just doesn't want to. She doesn't care if we have it." He explained. Then he changed the topic. "So I heard your birthday's coming up."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"I heard Iggy and Tess talking about what to get you for your birthday when I was walking through the hall."

"Oh no." I groaned. "I don't like it when people spend money on me."

"Well when is it?"

"March fifteenth." I told him unwillingly. If he knew, he would get me something too.

"So you're turning seventeen."

"Yep." I popped the p. "I'm the better friend by the way." I bragged.

"Why's that?"

"I already know your birthday."

"Really? When is it then?" I wasn't even looking at him and I could tell he was smirking.

"July eighth. And your favorite number is three, your favorite color is blue or red depending on your mood, and you love the Beatles." I smiled at him.

"You know so much more about me than I know about you."

"I know." I stood up and started working my way down. Fang caught up to me. "So what were you doing out here in the middle of the night anyway?"

"I had a pretty bad dream." He said. Huh, so I wasn't the only one.

"What of?" I pestered.

"A shooting at our school. I think it was by a football player. But it's just a dream right?" He chuckled and I gulped. I didn't want to explain to him about how I had the same dream and freak him out. It'd be better if I kept it to myself. I took a deep breath before answering.

"Right."

I have something funny i want to share with you guys. My older sister works at Sam's club and she sees interesting people every day. So a business man comes in and he's on his bluetooth, he's in a suit, has a briefcase, the whole set. I mean, this guy was no-nonsense. He had a nametag on. Wanna know his name? Lord McConehead III. I'm not even joking with you guys. Alright, if you have any questoins about my story (like if it's too confusing) send it in with your review and I'll answer you with one of these notes at the beginning of the next chapter. Thanks! :D