MPHknows : Yes, i've looke it up and it's awesome!

I'm already addicted to it XD

Leviosa12 : I'm guessing girls who wnat Fang's attention

Yeah... I will never do that (don't even know how to XD)

no-one : Of course I've read all the books!

My favorite is... You know, I don't think I can pick a favorite :P

OK, next chapter is up and it's back to Max!

-Chapter 7 : Common things are a match of heaven-

Ok, I won't lie, when I first heard about the project from Ms. Crack (I've decided to call her that from now on), I freaked on the inside. If some random guy got me as a partner, they would recognize my other life. Not good, not good at all. You see, it's already been 2 days and I already found out that almost all the guys loved Double M. You can understand me being both horrified and disgusted when Dylan suddenly came up on me and sat on my freaking lap. He started to gloat about how Fang didn't get me and giving Holden smug looks. I carefully looked over his shoulder to see the paper and saw the name Lissa.

I was both relived and annoyed at him. How the hell could he think that I was Lissa? EWWW!

You can figure out what happened next so I'm just gonna skip to after school.

I met Fang along the way and we started to walk to his house. I was actually very curious. Maybe then I could find out why he hated Maxine Martinez so much.

"So, are there any rules that apply?" I asked him.

"Not really. You're free to do whatever you like in my house. My house, my rules." He said. Did he just say it was his house?

"Wait, so you don't live with your parents or something?" He immediately tensed up and I regretted my big mouth.

"Don't answer if you don't want to." I said hurriedly and his arms relaxed a bit.

"Sorry, I just don't talk about my personal life that well."
"Trust me, I feel the same." And I really did. I mean, who liked to talk about being a supermodel that hates her job and lives with a single mother who is a well known slut?

"We're here." He suddenly said and I can just say that I did not expect this from Fang's house. I always thought the house would be dark and… black. Not saying he's emo but just saying that he likes black… A LOT.

"Wow… Your house is…."

"White?"

"Yes. Very, very white. I was kind of hoping for black."

"That's what they all say."

"Well excuse me for seeing that you like black a lot." I said defensively and he chuckled.

"Come on, let's just go in." The house was surprisingly small. Not like a cottage or the Harry Potter cupboard small but small as in a family couldn't live here but it was cozy and I would kill for this house. That mansion… I wish I could burn it down.

"You hungry?" Fang asked me and at that moment, my stomach grumbled.

"Why don't you ask Mr. Embarrassing me with that grumble here?" He chuckled once more and went into the kitchen.

"Have a seat." I gladly took it and stared at him to see what he was making. I wanted to help him but… um, I can't cook well.

Fine you caught me, I cook horribly. One time, when Anne wasn't home, I got hungry and decided to make some cereal. Let's just say that putting cereal in an oven to warm the milk doesn't go well. Firefighters were everywhere back then and Anne came back home furious, not because I burned down the house but because she got stood up for a date. I sang hallelujah.

Fang came back with two sandwiches that looked heavenly. I didn't hesitant the slightest when I picked my sandwich up. I think I gobbled it down in like 2 seconds, Fang staring at me wide-eyed.

"What?" I asked self-consciously. "You know I eat like that."

"I know. I'm just surprised you didn't choke."

"Then I guess you would have to give me CPR, doesn't it?" I laughed but Fang didn't. Can we saw awkward?

"Well, um, let's get started, shall we?" He nodded.

"Ok, favorite food?"

"Cookies."

"You too?" I smiled. Yay, another cookie lover! "Birthday?'

"August 15th."

"Favorite season."

"Fall."

"Favorite singer?"

"Evanescence, Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Flyleaf, Linkin Park… The list goes on."

"Dude, we have a lot in common."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I mean I love cookies, I was born in August, my favorite season is fall, and we love all the same bands! It's like we were a match made from heaven!" I exclaimed as I wrote all this down. I have never met a person who had the same interests as I did. All the girls I've met would only talk about Justin Beiber (That's how you spell his name right?) while the guys would only talk about Carly Rae Jespen is hot.

I looked up only to see Fang looking at the window. I crept up behind him and looked over his shoulder, trying to see what he was seeing. Suddenly, he pushed me back and I landed on my bum.

"What the hell Fang!" I exclaimed as I stood up, rubbing my bum on the process.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly. Was it just me or was his cheeks a bit...red? I must be seeing things.

"Did I do something or did I just scare you?" I joked but he didn't laugh. He didn't even crack a small smile.

"Dude, is there something wrong?" I asked worriedly. Normally, Fang would at least give me a small smile or a chuckle if I joked around but now, he just looked lost.

"It's nothing. Let's just keep up with the questions." He said, trying to change the subject and I went along with it.

"Family relations?" I asked and he tensed up again.

"Fang?"

"Dad." Just dad? OK, something is seriously up but I didn't pester with him anymore. I can tell when someone doesn't want to talk.

"Well, I think that's enough for the day. Can I go to your room for some pictures?" I asked and he nodded. He showed me to his room and surprise surprise, it was black.

"Finally!" I exclaimed and he raised his eyebrow.

"What about 'finally'?"

"Well, I finally get to see some black around here. I actually thought for a while that you stole this house and called it your own."

"You mean breaking and entering?"

"Yeah. I mean, you have to admit, this house is a bit bright for you taste." he chuckled and I mentally sighed in relief. So he wasn't broken.

I took some snap shots when I accidently stumbled on a suitcase. I braced myself for a face full of floor but it never came. I opened my eyes to reveal Fang holding me.

"Thanks." I said and he just nodded and looked away. What is up with this guy? I dismissed him and took a closer look at the suitcase. Turns out, it was a guitar.

"You play?" I asked, holding the guitar. He nodded once more. Seriously dude, it feels like a one-sided conversation. Say something!

"You play well?" He shrugged. Well, so much for that plan.

"You mind if I play?" I asked, my hand already itching to strum it. He shrugged once more and I took as a chance.

You see, before dad left me with that witch of a mother, I was always into guitars. Dad showed me a few chords and when he realized that I was natural, he hired a mentor. I've been playing ever since then and I play well, if I do say so myself.

I started a bit slow, just strumming out simple chords but then it turned into something fast. You know, Metallica fast. Think of 'master of puppets' rhythm but in acoustic. When I was done, I looked up at Fang and saw that his mouth was open slightly. I smirked.

"You play…?"

"Well? Yeah, I've heard a lot. It helps me get rid of stress."

"Another thing we have in common." I nodded and wrote it down on my notepad. He took the guitar from me and strummed a few chords.

"Do you sing?" He suddenly asked me. I shrugged.

"Don't know but I'm not really the singer type." He nodded and started to strum. I recognized that tune. It was 'Never too late' by Three Days Grace. I love that song. I closed my eyes and hummed along.

We were at the part of the chorus when suddenly my phone rang. It was from Anne. Crap. What did I forget this time? I gave Fang an apologetic smile and let his room for privacy.

"Hello?" I asked with uncertainty.

"Maxine, where the hell are you?" Her devil screamed and my eardrums almost burst.

"I'm at a friend's house. I have a project to do."

"Didn't you forget something?" She sneered and I thought about it. Then it hit me. I covered my phone and yelled at Fang.

"Fang, what time is it?"

"5:30." He said simply. I mentally face-palmed.

"I'm supposed to be at the shoot, aren't I?" I said while biting my lip.

"I swear to god Maxine, if you don't here in 10 minutes, you can kiss your normal life goodbye." Ooh, playing the normal card huh? Well, as much as I hate to admit it, that threat scares me.

"Ok, I'm on my way." I quickly went into Fang's room and packed up all my things.

"Where are you going?" He asked me.

"Mom," I almost cringed in disgust, "wants me home. She says it's urgent." It wasn't a complete lie.

"OK, see you tomorrow?" I nodded and ran my way to hell, also known as the photo shoot.

Next song is well, up there, in this chapter

Never too late by Three Days Grace

From a scale of one to ten? I choose 9

R&R!

Mikki is out! Peace!