Okay. I'm gonna have some stuff to say at the bottom. Sorry for not updating sooner! I'll explain after this chapter. :)

Fang talked Lissa back into sitting with us. She unhappily agreed. She whined, then she tried flirting (which didn't work out so well), she finally gave up though and had a pouty face around him for the rest of the day. He also told me that we could hang out this weekend because of the whole fighting situation that went on for the past couple weeks. He was gonna get Lissa to baby-sit Gazzy and Angel, since his mom and step-dad were going to be on a date.

Angel POV

I got really excited when Fang told me his girlfriend would be babysitting me while he and Max were hanging out. I haven't met her yet but I really wanted too. Gazzy just wanted to make some kind of exploding thing. He's always making stuff like that.

When the doorbell rang, I looked up from my Barbie doll and then I kept brushing her hair. I loved Barbie's, you could dress them up and you could play with their hair and my favorite part was being able to make up stories. Fang came downstairs to let her in.

I heard her tell him hi and he said hey. The he brought her into meet me.

"Hi sweetie. I'm Lissa. What's your name?" She smiled really big at me.

"Angel." I said and I kept brushing my Barbie's hair (she was gonna go on a date with Ken). There was a small boom that sounded like it came from Gazzy's room. Lissa looked up and Fang sighed.

"I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting." She smiled at him and when he was gone her smile was gone too. "Listen." She said and the sound of her voice made me feel like it was important to listen to her. "You and your brother are gonna leave me alone while I watch my TV show. Okay? I'm also going to give you cereal for dinner because I don't like to cook. And you better be in bed before 7:30 or else you are gonna be in big trouble."

"What if I can't fall asleep?"

"You better fall asleep." She was so mean! Why did Fang like her? Max is so much nicer; he should make her his girlfriend.

"Okay."

"Good." She smiled meanly at me and I had a bad feeling in my tummy. When Fang came back downstairs, Lissa started smiling again.

"So what's your Barbie getting ready for?" She asked me. I got really confused. She was just yelling at me!

"Um, a date."

"Oh! Well, she's so pretty and I think you're gonna grow up to look just like her." Lissa was really scaring me now.

"Well, Max is here and I can see that you guys are getting along, so I'm gonna go." Fang turned around to grab his phone.

"No! Fang!" I yelled. I couldn't be left here with her! She was evil! Then she looked at me so meanly that I almost went to hide in my room. I took it as a hint to cover up that I don't like her.

"What do you mean, no?" He laughed a little bit.

"Um . . . you can't leave until you give me a hug!"

"Right." He came over and hugged me and then he kissed Lissa. He kissed her! Right in front of me! Ewww. She was so icky! Fang waved before he left the house and Lissa looked at me angrily. Again.

"I'll just go to my room." I grabbed my Barbie doll on the way up.

I stopped my car in front of Fang's house and I could see Lissa talking to Angel through the window. Then Fang came trotting down the stairs and held up a finger to me, telling me to wait a second. Lissa glared at Angel right before Fang came over to give her a big brotherly hug. Angel watched Fang give Lissa a short kiss with a disgusted look on her face. I didn't blame her; I had the same look on my face. I can't help it, she's just so icky! A few seconds later, the door opened and I saw Fang walking toward the car, smiling at me. I smiled back, of course. I glanced back to the window quickly and saw Angel slowly marching up the stairs while Lissa was turning on the TV. She noticed the window curtains were open and she closed them to be sure that Fang wouldn't see her slacking off. I looked back at Fang, who was now a few seconds away from getting in my car.

"So where are we going?" He asked in his usually annoying way.

"I don't know." I admitted. "Maybe just go look around at the mall? We don't have to buy anything."

"We're really gonna go look at clothes?"

"You do know there's music stores there . . . right?" I pointed out. "Geez, it's like you've never been there before."

"Like you have? Besides, I've only been here fore a month or two."

"Right. Sorry. I kind of feel like you've been here for a while. And I do come here all the time. Not for me, but Ella and Nudge force me to take them." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Hey!" Fang said. "Eyes on the road! Not everywhere but the road! How did you get your license?"

"The same way you have an A in English, kissing up to the teacher." I explained. "Let's see what's on the radio." I turned it on and found the best station. It had the newest and most popular songs of today. Most of them were pretty annoying. But every once in a while, there would be a song I actually liked. Fortunately for me, when I turned the radio on, a good song was just starting.

"What, you're not going to sing?" Fang asked. "But you love to sing to the radio."

"You only know that because of your stalker-ish ways." I accused. "And no, I'm not going to sing."

"Killjoy." He muttered and looked at the window. I snickered and a few minutes later, we pulled into the mall's parking lot. I led Fang toward the best music store in our mall. It carried music, instruments, band posters; you could take music classes too, but they were pretty expensive. As soon as we stepped inside the store, Fang looked around, at all the instruments covering the wall, with wide eyes. I almost laughed at his expression. There were a few people inside, browsing though CDs. One little girl picked up the Avatar soundtrack and begged her mom to get it for her. The mom finally gave in and the girl's face lit up like it was Christmas. I smiled as she left the store and then noticed that Fang had drifted toward the guitars. He spun around to face me.

"Max." He loudly whispered.

"Fang." I mimicked. He ushered me over with his hand. "What?" I asked once I got over to him. He had a look of awe on his face.

"They actually have it."

"Have what?"

"That!" He pointed to a guitar a few feet above his head. It was a sleek, black, electric guitar. I was guessing that that was the guitar that he really wanted. I looked at the sticker on it and noticed that it cost a thousand dollars. He was right . . . it does cost a fortune. He didn't notice it though. I snuck up to the cashier while Fang was . . . distracted. I looked at the cashier's nametag before speaking.

"Hi Dylan. I'm Max. I have a few questions about that guitar my friend's looking at." We looked back at Fang who was now reaching up as hard as he could to touch the guitar. "Let's start off with the price."

"What do you wanna know?"

"Well, I wanna buy it for him for his birthday. I was wondering if I could have tax off. I mean, I might be able to scrape up a thousand from family and friends; but not any more than that."

"I don't know if I can do that." He said unsurely. Time to turn on the flirt. I smiled at him.

"I understand. He just really wants it, that's all. I would do anything for him to have it." Okay, not really. But he doesn't know that. Dylan blinked a couple times before smiling back at me.

"You know what? I can get rid of the tax and give you my forty percent employee discount . . . if you can do me a favor." He scribbled down his number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Just call me sometime." I looked at him closely. He had dark blond hair and deep blue eyes. He didn't look half-bad.

"Can do." I smiled one more time at him before turning around. As I walked back over to Fang, I stuck his number in my back pocket and rolled my eyes. I could totally go into acting.

Alright. Here we go. I couldn't update sooner because I was in Jacksonville with my aunt for the entire week. She has no computer so she obviously doesn't have wi-fi. But now I'm back. D, I miss you too and my language is going GREAT! haha! (I'm learning Na'vi for anyone who's curious). I know it's not a real language but it sounds cool. So again, I don't want any BS on my reviews about that. One last thing. Any of you who know the song Whatcha Say by Jason DeRulo NEED to know this (well at least in MY head you need to know this). The person who sings the chorus of that song DID NOT sing it just for him. Her name is Imogen Heap and it is from her song Hide and Seek. Jason DeRulo took that from her song, put it in his, and didn't give her ANY credit for it. Seriously, look up her song on youtube. So tell me what you think about the story, the song (if you listen to it before you review), or about someone you hate/like at school. ANYTHING. I just wanna know if people are reading my story. Thanks :)