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-Chapter 7 : Same hair & lenses can cause havoc -

FANG

Ok, I won't lie. When she said we were like a match made from heaven, I nearly died from blushing. I tried to force it down while avoiding her but of course, with that curious mind her hers (which by the way is adorable… Forget I said that… or thought that… Whatever), she just had to look over my shoulder which made her face really close to mind. I did the only thing that came to my mind at that time. I pushed her away from me.

What was I supposed to do? She was practically making my whole body burn up in flames! Anyways, she got over really quickly and I mentally sighed in relief. I checked if my cheeks were still red and when it didn't, I showed Max to my room and when she played Metallica's song in acoustic, I forced down the sudden urge to just kiss her. Why did she have to be so damn perfect!

When she hummed along to one of my favorite songs, I almost hit my head on the guitar, praying that is would be a dream.

When she went outside for the phone call, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Why did she have to be so… Perfect?

Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect personality…. Why did she have such an impact on me? I haven't felt this way since…

"Fang, what time is it?" Max's voice penetrated my thoughts in an instant. Why would she ask the time? I checked my watch.

"5:30." I said simply and I suddenly got curious with her phone call. I carefully made my way to the door and heard Max say,

"I'm supposed to be at the shoot, aren't I?" Shoot? What shoot? Does she have a gun? Is she a terrorist…? Yeah…no.

I quickly slipped back into my room and at that moment, Max entered the room, hurriedly packing her things. I didn't want her to leave.

"Where are you going?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Mom wants me home. She says it's urgent" Even thought she tried to hide it, I could notice the look on her face when she said mom.

Problems with her mother? I guess we're really not that different. Like she said, maybe we were a match made from heaven.

MAX

"9 minutes 53 seconds. You just barely made it." I was immediately greeted (or sneered) by Anne.

"Like I said, I had a project to do." I rolled my eyes.

"And why are you wearing glasses?" She asked me. Shit. I forgot to change my appearance.

"Well, you were threatening my life. It takes at least 15 minutes from his house to here. Did you really think I could change?" Anne was about to pester me once more when I was suddenly hauled away by someone who I think was another photographer.

"Maxine honey! Good to see you! Love the new look!" He praised and flicked the glasses off.

"But no glasses. They clash with what you need to wear."

"So I'll just change then." He nodded to a direction and before I could even touch the doorknob, I was mobbed by the makeup artists.

After a minute of pure torture, I was leaded to the dressing room. I saw piles and piles of clothes (that I really did NOT like) and they forced me into one the dresses. Then, I was about to take my wig off when the photographer burst into the room.

"Are you done changing?" He asked me while covering his eyes. At least he had the decency of doing that. One time, there was this really perverted photographer who almost tried to spy me changing. Key word tried. Long story short, I found out where his mini camera was and he ended up in the hospital with a broken arm, leg, and nose.

"Yup, just going to take my wig and lenses off."

"NO!" He yelled and I whipped my head to his direction, startled.

"Why?"

"The dress looks perfect on you! Don't take your costume off! It is absolutely perfect! I can see the headline for tomorrow's fashion magazine. 'Green to brown, new clash, new flash'!" He exclaimed and I just shrugged.

"Whatever. Come on, let's get this over with." And I spent 4 freaking hours taking off and changing, picture after picture, the stupid wig itching like crazy, and the lenses getting dry. I really need to stop this.

-The next day-

"UGH!" I heard as I strolled through the hallways. I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was Nudge. I quickly picked up my pace and soon enough, I met her at her locker. She was sulking. Nudge? Sulking? She never sulked! She was practically only a positive charge.

"Nudge? Anything wrong?" I asked carefully and she looked at me with sad eyes.

"I need a freaking job!" She yelled miserably and covered her head with a magazine.

"Why?" I asked, confused. Her parents were hooked up!

"Well, I'm usually a buyer when I go to shopping malls and my parents would always buy me what I want. Not saying I'm a spoiled brat but you know when it comes to fashion, I get deadly serious." She said in a normal tone. Normal! I could not believe this. Nudge speaking in a normal tone would mean the same thing as saying Fang would wear only pink.

"Anyways, since I'm so into Double M," I almost flinched, "I been buying from her clothing line and I accidently lost my credit card and parents got all mad at me saying that I was an irresponsible child and all that! So, they're not going to buy me clothes until I pay off the money I lost in the credit card!"

"So, get a job." I said in a 'duh' tone. She gave me an annoyed look.

"Do I look like I have a job? I've been applying to every single job I've been finding but they just won't hire a teenage girl who is obsessed with fashion." She said and sighed once more. Seeing her like this, I really wanted to help her. Maybe she could work as a makeup artist where I work…

"Hey Nudge?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She asked tiredly.

"Maybe I could help you find a job?" I suggested and her eyes brightened immediately.

"Really? You could actually do that? ZOMG, if you did that, I would be so grateful! I would shine you shoes, do you makeup but you don't really need it. Your skin is absolutely perfect in every single way. I am so jealous of you right now. Ooh, did you see Fang today? He was totally clenching his teeth when he saw Dylan trying to flirt with you. You two would be perfect together! Like a total cute couple and you guys would hold hands. Don't you hate it when hands sweat? It's like – mph" There was the Nudge I knew.

"Nudge, only you can change topics that fast in only one breath, I'll do what I can for the job you're seeking for." She squealed and hugged me so tight, I swear I could breathe from 10 seconds.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" She chanted and I chuckled. Oh Nudge.

-Lunch-

"GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS! You will never believe what I saw in this magazine!" Nudge burst into the cafeteria and all our heads whipped to her direction. Well, all heads except Fang which meant it had something to do with Double M. I seriously needed to ask him about that. Curiosity was killing me right now!

"What is it Nudge?" Angel asked not in a bad way.

"Look at the cover!" Nudge squealed and everyone except me and Fang looked. Ella gasped and I gazed at her. Her eyes were alarmed. Oh no, this could be very bad.

"Is that…" Iggy trailed off.

"She looks so much like…" Gazzy also trailed off

"Max, since when did you model?" Nudge squealed and Fang's head whipped from the magazine to me. I also looked at the cover for myself. It was me with the same wig and same lenses. Oh dear lord, please run me over with a truck.

"Max? Is there something you want to tell us?" Fang's voice was almost deadly. Please run me over with a truck.

Ooh, shit just got real

Will Max finally tell them her secret?

Will she cower and run away?

Will Fang tell the readers why he hates Double M?

This will be answered in time (of course, if one were to control time, we would get more chapters but unfortunately, no time controling people in this era yet)

Next song is up :

Fucking Perfect by P!nk

It's not really a new song but it really speaks to those who had or are having a hard time

I give this a 10

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Mikki is out! Peace!