Me: Yo, people. It's just me 'cos Maya is sleeping. (it's 11 here). Sorry for the slow updates:( Pardon any spelling/grammar mistakes, I did this in a rush. I'll fix them tomorrow.

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So, let's take a step back and review this situation: Sam kissing me, and I'm going What the hell what the freaking hell is this. Okay, so this is awkward.

Greatttt.

Guess what I did? Of course, I didn't kiss him back (duh). I shoved him. He should count himself lucky that I didn't really hate him, and punch him in the face, for goodness sake.

Sam stumbled, and stared at me, with his face as red as Gazzy when he was caught making bombs in the room. Even more so when we found out where he hid them.

"I…um, well, you see…" he gave a little cough, obviously not knowing how to continue. "I like you."

I rolled my eyes. "I could tell," my face quirked up, "but I do not appreciate you kissing me, thank you very much."

He looked at the floor, undoubtedly blushing. "Sorry. So," he stuck his hand out, "friends?"

"Definitely. You're nice." I shook his hand, hoping that there aren't any hard feelings.

"So…"

"…"

Cue the uncomfortable silence again. God, I can't stand any of this crappy uncomfortable-ness anymore. (Uncomfortable-ness? Is that even a word?)

"I walk you back," he offered. "You can show me where you stay and we can hang out," –he looked at me straight in the eye–"as friends." He ended firmly.

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To let Mom and Gazzy see Sam walk me back is a horrible mistake.

"How was your first ever date?" Damn, I hate it when she's like that.

"It's not a date. I repeat. It's. Not. A. Date."

Mom asked tons of questions, with Gazzy commenting. Not a good combination. Most of the questions were…general, I guess. Until she asked that dreaded question.

"Did he kiss you?"

Looking her straight in the face, I lied (in a hopefully honest voice), "No, he did not."

Gazzy scrunched his nose up. "It's lucky he didn't. You're probably horrible to kiss."

Why, thank you for that compliment, Gaz.

After Mom finally let me go, I gladly went up to my room.

I couldn't really sleep that night. All I could think was, that Sam kissed me, and I had barely known him.

Of course, the worst thing was, it was my first ever kiss. And it was only made out of weirdness and nothing else.

That's nice to know.

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"Maxie!" Nudge bounced up to me when I entered the class. "You got another letter! It's really unfair, you know. Omega hasn't even replied! Sheesh. What a freakin' lazy pig! Almost everyone got a letter."

"Yes, Monique," I emphasised her real name, and she huffed in annoyance. "Thank you for your notification, my dear friend."

She pressed the letter into my hands. "Have fun replying to him."

I flipped open the letter.

Hey.

So you actually ask me where I got that name from. I have no idea, really.

And no, my name does not mean that I am a vampire acting like a human. I am no sparkling gay fairy like Edward Cullen.

Being internet illiterate is a very sad thing. Hopefully you have someone to help you when you download a virus and your computer crashes.

Taylor Swift? She isn't that bad. Just that…nothing she sings applies to me. Oh well. Your sister must love her.

I smiled at this. 'My sister' was actually Nudge, and she preferred Justin Bieber a LOT more.

I'm glad you don't care about the love triangle, because I'm Team Buttercup. Yes, I support a cat. Got a problem?

My teacher is staring at me as I write this. She should just go away and go back to reading her gossip magazines.

I take Guitar as my co-curricular activity. You never know, my awesome music could defeat your ninja skills.

Right.

#Fang

I didn't even hesitate as I ripped a page of my foolscap and started writing:

Okay, you got it into my head that you're a vampire. Hopefully one that is not as creepy as Edward.

Yes, I have someone who helps me on the computer. She's good at hacking. It's just too sad that this isn't an email. I would probably get your account hacked, and get your password changed just for the fun of it.

Okay. Who doesn't like a cat? (Okay, so Katniss doesn't) But Team Wiress is fun :D

My teacher is worse than yours, I bet. Does your teacher go to Facebook/Myspace/Twitter/etcetc every single freaking lesson? No. What could be worse than that?

Guitar will never be better than shooting. Period.

Oh, and your friend Omega is a lazy pig according to my friend. Thank you.

…Maximum Ride…

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Me: Okay, done. You know what to do.

Please review!

Maya: *groggily* It'll make her happy.

Me: And (somehow) overcome my horrible theory piano homework!

Maya: And probably make her update faster… *goes back to sleep*

Random fact #1: I make myself run faster by saying, "Slytherin quidditch is harder than this!" and I'll make an 'agggh' sound. (And of course, I'll get some weird stares.)

Random Fact #2: 90% of my school population is in love with One Direction. No joke.

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