I can't believe I'm able to write this right now. I'm just trying not to sob from the last Glee episode. Yes, I'm still trying not to sob from an episode that aired last night. And yes, I'm a Gleek. Deal with it.

Ch. 5:

Max POV

"Will you turn that off?" I groaned, beyond annoyed at Angel and Nudge.

"But, Ma-ax! It's the season finale! José is finally confessing his love to Marietta!" Nudge complained.

I looked at the pair. They were both sprawled out on the ground, watching a Spanish soap opera; acting like it was the most important thing in the world.

"How can you even understand it without the subtitles? Isn't it just nonsense?" I asked.

Angel shot me a glare. "Unlike you, we actually pay attention in Spanish."

"I hate you." I muttered darkly. "Well, I'm going to go get some milk."

"Milk? Max – it's 2:30 AM." Angel said with the same reasonable I always heard from her.

"Oh please, I'm the guest, right? I can do what I want. Besides, what's going to happen? Is your dad going to scold me?"

"This is why I hate it when you sleep over. So defensive, missy." Angel rolled her eyes and gestured to the door. "Your milk is waiting."

Smiling, I strode out of the room into the kitchen. I opened the door to the fridge, plopped a glass on the counter, and began to pour.

Unfortunately for me, nothing is ever that simple. With pure Max luck, the glass tipped over, spilling milk all over the kitchen counter – and me.

"Shi…i…izzlesticks." I muttered lamely. It sucks that Nudge and Angel are trying to get me off of this swearing kick. With a sigh, I got down on all fours and began to scrub away at the floor with my spare rag. Yeah, I had a spare. If that doesn't signal to you just how pathetic my life is, what will?

After a few more minutes of scrubbing, I poured my milk (correctly), and set the dreaded milk carton back in the fridge with a loud thud.

"Who's there?" A voice sounded behind me. Startled, I took my milk and flung it in the direction of the voice.

"What the frick?" It said and seemed to spit out milk.

As the person stepped forward, I was extremely surprised to see a soaked Fang there, holding an equally wet tennis racket.

"Um… hi." I said awkwardly.

"Maximum Ride?" He asked. "What are you doing in my house? And why did you throw milk at me?"

I crossed my tanned arms over my chest and huffed. "It's not just your house. I've slept over here at least 20 times with your sister. How have you never noticed?"

"No, I have not." Fang said, narrowing his eyes. "Besides, I really thought you were a thief or something."

"No, not a thief. Wait… you were going to fend off a criminal with a tennis racket?" I asked, stifling a laugh.

He looked down. "Yes." I couldn't help it – I burst out laughing.

"You… idiot…" I clutched at my stomach to keep myself upright.

"Whatever." Fang muttered, walking back in the direction of his room. If you haven't got it yet: Angel is Fang's sister. I really can't believe he hasn't seen me here before. It's like my third home. First home-home with Anne, Brigid, and Lissa, then Iggy's place, then Angel's.

I stepped into Angel's room, my pajamas already drying, my laughter already subsiding.

"Hey." Nudge said, not looking up from her fashion magazine.

"So…" Angel said. "You may wonder why we invited you over today."

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p' and plopping down on my sleeping bag.

"Well, we're here to say… youneedtogototheHalloweenDan ce." Angel blurted.

I raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"You. Need. To. Go. To. The. Halloween. Dance." Nudge clarified.

"Okay." I shrugged.

"And I know you won't want to, but you need to. It'd boost your popularity, not that it really matters, but you should be social! Iggy, Angel, and me can't be your only friends. Not to mention all the cuh-ute guys at the dance and… wait, you said yes?" Nudge asked.

"Yeah." I said, shrugging once more.

"Um… okay, then." Nudge said shortly, exchanging a glance with Angel that screamed 'She's really agreeing?' "So… we brought costumes for you to try on." Nudge grinned.

"What?" I asked. "I'm going as me. That's what I always am for Halloween."

"Please, Max?" Nudge and Angel begged, pulling out the awful Bambi eyes. Everyone thinks I cave to them because they're cute, but I don't. I cave to them because they're creepy! I mean honestly, no one should be able to make their eyes that wide. They belong in a freaking anime.

"Fine… fine." I growled.

"No. No. No. NO." I groaned, pissed at the results I was getting. I had tried pirate, fairy, angel, devil, the lion from the Wizard of Oz, and Little Red Riding Hood. Nothing. It's all horrible.

"Why do you even have this many costumes, Ange?" I asked, truly curious.

Angel just smiled. "That's for me to know and you to never find out."

"I think you just murdered that saying." I muttered under my breath.

"Besides," Angel continued, "these were just to pass time. I already know what you're going as."

"Pass time?" I asked, incredulous. "You mean we could've been done with this an hour ago?"

Angel seemed to gesture to Nudge while she ignored my whining. In a flash, Nudge walked into Angel's closet, and then came back out holding a beautiful white dress.

"What? That's my costume?" I asked.

"Yes." Angel grinned wider than ever.

I rolled my eyes. "You two really don't know me. I'd never wear a dress- and definitely not that." The dress was strapless and cinched at the waist. Below the waist it spread out in a tutu-like fashion that would probably stop just above my knees. The whole thing was covered in elaborate beading. It was so… the opposite of me.

Angel just smiled some more. "We know that, but this costume is just to perfect to pass up." Wordlessly, she reached behind herself and pulled something out. Eyeing it, I finally realized what it was. It was a white, lacy mask.

That's when it clicked. They were right. This was to perfect to pass up.

I was going to the dance all right. As Cinderella.

How was the chapter? Yeah, I know it was a bit boring, but I got Fang in there. Not to mention I found her costume. I tried to make it as exciting as possible. Isn't it just annoying when you find those full chapters on how Max went dress shopping? Yeah, well… that's it for now, folks!

~Cake.