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MaxPOV

We sat at a table in the over-crowded food hall, listening to the conversations bouncing off of the sides of the room. Loud crashes and laughter can be heard from the opposite side of the hall and everytsound was loud.

I sat, staring intently at my sandwitch that Ella had gotten me but not eating it. She said something about it being healthier for me than take-out? My sister is so weird.

I sat next to Kim and Nudge, Ella next to Nudge and Sarah opposite me. Everyone sitting here either had salds or healthy sandwitches like me. What the hell?

"So, Max," started Sarah, taking a biteful of her salad, "what did you do yesturday?"

I could not misplace the humor in her voice, "what did you think I did yesturday? I spent all day in bed listening to old Hannah Montana songs on my iPod cause I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed and change it!. That's what I do every Saturday, you know that!" I snapped.

I heard Nudge snort and could see Kim smile at her, "really, Max. You can tell us!" she said quietly.

I really wanted to tell them about Fang and I. Desperately. But we both agreed to wait for later. And I knew if I told Nudge she would not be able to keep the secret to herself.

I quickly made up my mind, "ok," I said. Nudge squealed, knocking over her Iced Tea all over Ella as she waved her hands around excitedly. They both gasped as the rose out of their seats.

"Oh, God, Nudge!" screamed Ella, "all over my new shirt!"

Nudge's eyes went wide, mouth open slightly as she tried to say something, "I-i-i'm so s-sorry, Ella! I-i didn't m-mean to,"

"Yeah, sure! You're such a klutz!" she turned away, not before grabbing her purse, and disappeared into the crowd.

Nudge was pale, alert to her surroundings yet looking gloomily down at the table.

I put my hand on her arm reassuringly, "don't let her get to you, Nudge. She has been acting strange lately, anyway. Beside, it wasn't even your fault!"

Kim nodded, "yeah, totally," she added, "just ignore her attitude,"

Sarah smiled weakily at us, "maybe we should get going?"

Nudge nodded, slight colour returning to her cheeks. She grabbed her parcels and stood up. She grabbed her empty bottle of Iced Tea and put it in the bin.

We were about to exit the hall when I remembered something. "Oh, wait guys! I'll be back in a second," I retreated again, but returned with a large bagful of fries and the best beef burger in the country. Kim rolled her eyes and kept walking while Sarah and Nudge laughed.

FangPOV

"Dude! What do we do?" Iggy asked me urgently.

I shrugged my shoulders, "leave him?" Iggy whacked me in the stomach, "ok, maybe not..."

"He's in the band, man! He's family, no matter how much a dork he is,"

I nodded, still not convinced, "yeah, yeah,"

I walked over to Sam's still form. As I got closer, the smell of alchol and urine grew stronger and more distinguished. Iggy groaned behind me, "Oh, God! He's drunk,"

I rolled my eyes, "state the obvious, moron. What do we do?"

There was silence as Iggy took in the sight before him. Then his face split into a huge grin.

"What?"

He laughed, saying, "I just realized he's peed himself!"

Our laughter awoke the sleeping beast.

AngelPOV

I needed a girlfriend. My entire body was in pain, inside and out, burning on fire yet I stood freezing cold.

I found myself walking all night agter the incident with Sam. The jerk! I had been thinking all night long.

By the time I found myself at a door, I was a mess. Snot, tears and my black makeup streamed down my face. Hair so out of place and knotted it look like a nest where some wild bird lived. Clothes rumpled and stained with substance I could not name.

I rung the doorbell several times impatiently until Max answered the door.

"Angel?" she said, surprised. I burst to tears, sobbing in the doorway with Max trying to comfort me with words that did not mean anything.

She doesn't know what the hell she's talking about! I mean, the only person who knows the problem is Sam and the guy at the supermarket when I went to go get some supplies in the middle of the night. I was in such a bad state I started to cry at the cash register, telling the teen all my problems...

"Come in, Angel," offered Max. I pushed past her and entered her lounge room.

MaxPOV

Why, may I ask, is Angel Whitling crying in my lounge room when she has been avoiding, not only me, but her family and friends?

When she was at my door, she was a mess, so I had assumed something was wrong with Gazzy, or her parents, but it turns out, it's not that. If it was, she would have told me what was wrong by now.

She only held a plastic bag full of different things, assumingly from the supermarket. What did she do last night?

"M-max," she sobbed, "c-c-can I ask you a-a favour?" she asked, voice breaking.

I reached for her hands, but she pulled them away from my grasp, anger and fury in her eyes.

"Anything," I said, keeping my voice steady.

She grinned, somewhat evilly, and pulled out a retangular box from the plastic bag.

I internally groaned when I realized what it was.