Fang: Dear readers, Ashlin has died and fallen off the face of the earth. She apologizes for any-
Me: Hey hey hey! That's not what happened! It was family problems and…. School and extracurricular activities… I know it's no excuse, but that's what happened. AND this is a totally short kinda filler chapter... I have horrible writers block right now, and if you give me any ideas, I will love you forever and ever, because maybe something will spark in my head, and my writers block will go away. Anyway, I'm soo sorry and I love you all, my favorite Lazy reviewers (:
Max's Pov
Goddamnit! That was so cliché. I thought that only happened in movies?
"Well, whenever you find out how you guys umh… know each other, feel free to tell me. I'll be back in to hours to question you guys." The police said and left.
"Really, Fang? 'Oh, I'm her best friend's brother! Just kidding, sir, she's my cousin."
"First, I didn't say sir… second; this is just as much your fault as it is mine."
"Yes, because I was willingly kidnapped..."
"Not what I meant. Look, why didn't you tell me you were doing this to yourself?" He said, inching closer to me, and pointed to my heavily bandaged wrist.
I held my breath as he came and sat on the edge of my bed.
I decided to play stupid.
"Why, what are you talking about?" I asked.
"Max,"
"Fang,"
"I'm serious right now."
"I'm serious right now," I mimicked, smirking at how ticked he got.
"Max!"
"Fan-"
"WHO WANTS A HUGGG?" a new voice yelled coming into the room. I didn't even have to turn to look to know who it was.
"No, Iggy."
"Oh, come on, you don't even know what I said."
"Yes."
"Then what did I say?" he asked smirking,
"Can I have a hug?"
"Of course you can, Maxipoo!" he laughed and gave me a great big bear hug, He then started talking again.
"You know, Fangy here, he was so mad. And sad. Like, I swear and it was so horrible because all he did was pace around the hospital room, with tears in his eyes! Legit tears! And-"
I instantly cut him off,
"You did?" I asked Fang.
"Well, yeah!" he said and pulled me into a hug.
*Fangs POV*
"Well, yeah!" I said, and pulled her into a hug, just as Iggy mouthed, "You so owe me!"
I never did any of that stuff; I just sat in her hospital room.
It's kind of funny actually.
So far my plan is working. What plan? May you ask?
Well, I'm pretending to be all nice to get her to like me, you see, I don't really like her, she's a stuck up girly girl bitch, who knows how to fight. Our gang needs her as bait. To lure the other gangs to us.
Once we get what we want, her ass is grass. We'll probably kill her off or something.
Everything I told her has been fake. The story of my ex, well, she was the other girl we used as bait. Let Dylan kill her. I never went out with the bitch.
I had to make Dylan look like the bad guy so she would stay...
So far, my plans working, and the stupid bitch doesn't even know…
But anyways, let's get all, Romantical again. Haha, what a dumb word.
"That's so sweet!" She said, pulling away from my hug and smiling at me.
"Well, I was just, so worried about you, you know? Like, if something extremely bad would have happened, I don't know what I would do!"
"So…" Iggy started.
"What?" We both snapped at him.
I laughed, and looked at Max, who looked royally ticked off at Iggy.
"Who wants cookies? I brought like twelve of them, but ate eight on the way here. What can I say? I'm a growing boy with growing boy needs." He smiled.
Damn this kid was stupid.
**Max's Pov**
Damn that kid is stupid, I thought. Grabbing a cookie from him.
"Where did you get these?" I asked, before placing one in my mouth.
"I made them."
I burst out laughing, him. Iggy. Make something? That's about the funniest thing I've heard all day.
"Hey, I don't see YOU baking people things!"
"That's because I would burn down the house, poison someone, or whatever I baked would crawl off the pan, bite someone, and then they would become highly contagious with some scary disease, the whole world would become sick, and then, my dear friends, everyone would die a horrible death, all because the great Maximum Ride tried to bake something."
Iggy stared at me for about three seconds, and then burst out laughing.
"Oh, just shut up and eat the cookie."
I bit into the so called cookie and was immediately in heaven. This cookie tasted like… Yum. It was like an orgasm in my mouth… well, that's not very yum, but you get the point.
"My god Iggy! Where did you learn to bake like this?" I asked, faking enthusiasm. Yeah, you heard me. Fake.
This whole thing is a fake. I don't need these kids, please.
And I don't like them either, if that's what you're getting at.
I'm only getting close to them so they fall into my trap.
Me and Dylan were going to kill them off ourselves, but the dumbasses screwed it up, but you know, I can still take them. I just have to keep up my act, and then …
Bam. Their asses are grass.
"Oh, you know. I'm just that fucking talented."
"Yeah, and I'm a girly girl. No seriously," I said, giving him an honest look.
I may hate the kid, but damn are his cookies good!
"For reals, I made them."
"You're a guy," I said in-between taking a bite of my cookie. "Don't say for reals."
Iggy just glared at me, then he and Fang started taking about some random stupid shit.
I sat back and took another bite of my cookie.
These dumbasses were making my job easy.
*Fang's POV*
I started talking to Iggy after him and Max got done yelling at each other.
This bitch was making my job easy.
Way to easy.
Kay, that's it for now. And I know I'm horrible making you guys wait and everything, but I swear that if you give me ideas for what should happen, something will go off in my head and I will know what to do… Kay, thank you, I love you; review, even though I don't deserve them. (: