Kind of a filler, cootstie chapter.

Did this kinda fast, so there might be type-os and grammical errors (when isn't there -_-).

Max's POV

"Sorry I gave you mono," I said with a little chuckle the next morning.

Fang, laying down on his stomach, with his face burried in his pillow, muttered something.

Fang's mom had gone off to work, and Angel is in day care. They left me here with sir-speaks-a-lot to come to his aid...not that I'm complaining too much.

Although...he doesn't get sick often...evil plans are a-brewing. Just kidding...just going to tease him some. I'm not that evil...Maybe Iggy and Riv, but I'm nice...

"Need anything?" I asked. He mumbled something in his pillow. "Easy for you to say. Talk clearly, I don't speak ill."

He turned his head sideways, glaring at me side-ways. Geez, what's his problem?

"I said I'd like to sleep some more."

"What'd you mean?" I asked innocently.

"I mean that you woke me up at 6:00am, and it's Thanksgiving break."

"That's no excuse," I said, putting my hands on my hips. "Stay awake, I'll go make you some soup."

I lied of course. If I wanted the house to burn down, then I would boil some water. No way am I going to cook.

Fang turn on his back, and sat up...it was untill now that I realized that he was only wear pajama bottom. Don't stare, Max, don't stare "Max, I don't want to die." He said.

Okay, I take back to what I said. I might just have to burn down the house. Holding back a smirk, I stood up and made my way out of his room to the kitchen.

I didn't hear any footsteps, so I furgued Fang gave up and layed back down in bed.

As I reached the kitchen, I pulled out a pack of beef flavored Top Roman from a drawer...cheap and simple. plus, I think I could make this with out killing anyone.

And the fire alarm is cheering me on!

Fang rushed down, turned off the stove, and went to reset the alarm in one swift motion...geez, it's like he's not even sick. But after the beeping stopped, and flopped down on the couch on his stomach.

Poor guy...I didn't mean for him to go all ninja...it's kind of funny, but when Fang doesn't get sick often. But when he does, it hits him hard.

I felt like I should say something...

I walked over to him, kneeled down next to the couch, and rested my head on his upper back. "Sorry, Fang. I didn't remember that water could burn."

I felt his should jerk upper word...probably a short chuckle.

He chuckled? It must be his fever...

I stood up, and went into the hallway while pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. I went into my contacts, and clicked on Riv's name.

She answered after five rings.

"WHO WAKES UP AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?" She yelled in the phone.

"Hey, Riv. It's Max." I said, holding the phone away from my ear.

"Not to sound mean, but what do you want, Max?" She snapped.

"Fang's sick."

"...Thanks for the update. What does he have?"

"Mono..."

"You gave Fang Mono?"

"Well...yeah-Not the point! I want to make him soup, but the fire alarm keeps screaming at me. Do you cook well?"

"Not at 6 am! Max, I went to sleep three hours ago!"

"You went to sleep at 3:00am?"

"I'm a Night Owl..."

"Anyways, can you come over and cook for him? He doesn't say so, but he's feeling worse then crap."

"Why didn't you ask Iggy?"

"Iggy wouldn't be as sensitive...plus Iggy has that irrantional fear of getting sick from a dude...why he's okay getting sick from a chick is strange to me..."

"What makes you think I want to be around your carrier breath all morning?"

"Please, Riv! You told me you don't care about getting sick!"

She sighed. "I'll be over in a minute. Don't expect me to dress up for the occasion, though." she said before hanging up.

I heard a knock on the door not too long later. I opened it to find a Riv, still in her pajamas (shorts, black leggins, and a tank top and three-sizes-too-big sweater). Her hard was up, but it was messed up, so she looked a bit like a blond Mrs. Lovett.

"Hey, chika..." She mumbled tiredly, giving me a sloppy hug. "Ohayou..."

"New Jersey. Come in." I replide.

"It's Japanese for 'Good Morning'. Although I should be saying oyasumi nasai since 6:00am could hardly ever be considered 'morning'..." she said, stepping in the house. She glanced at Fang. "Hiya Fang, what's wrong? Glee made a sad episode?"

"Bite me," Fang muttered.

"Wow, you're talkactive today." Riv said before walking into the kitchen. I followed her.

She brought out another pack of top roman, set the stove, and poured two cups into the pot.

"While that boils...how do you feel, Max?" Riv asked me. I knew what she meant.

"Well, I threw up twice today, and I'll probably puke in five minutes. But I'm fine."

"And...you wan to keep the kid?"

"Fang and I agreed; no abortion."

"Good. I hate the idea of abortion. Sounds horrible. But what about adoption?"

"...I thought about that..but..." I paused, trying to find away to not make my words sound sappy. "I've fantasied about dropping my kid off at his first day of kindergarden. And tellling him stories, and scaring away monsters in his closet...and putting band-aids on knee scrapes, telling him that if you swallow watermellon seeds then a watermellow would grow in your stomach." I chuckled. "and embaressing him infront of his prom date."

Riv smiled. "What makes you so sure that it's a boy?"

I shrugged. "Dunno, I just always thought I would have a boy first."

Riv glanced at the water, to see that is was boiling. She then added the necessary things for the soup and what-not.

"Yo, Fang! Soups on!" Riv yelled beofre pouring the soup in a bowel and taking it to Fang. I, of course, followed her .

Fang grunted and sat up.

"Ooh, sexy." Riv stated. "I knew you had abbs, Fang, but damn."

Riv sat the soup infront of Fang on the coffee table, and she and I sat down on both sides of him.

"I get that a lot." Fang said sarcasticly.

"From who?" I pretended to be jealous.

"From Lissa, of course." Riv said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Does she see your abs often, Fang?" I asked dangerously.

"Whenever she's over." Fang said indifferently.

I knew he was joking, but I acted like the jealous teenager.

"I am here, working soso hard, and you go showing your abs to gingers!" I said.

"Yeah, you can just feel the love." Said Fang as he looked at the pitiful soup infront of him.

"Hey, you have two sexy chikas serving to you!" Riv said.

'Really, I'd like to meet them."

"Hun, it doesn't get any hotter then this." Riv mentioned to herself.

Although we didn't excatly make Fang laugh...we gave him a pretty hard time. Which is good enough for me.