Hey guys. I just realized how fast I update…jeez, I really don't have a life. I PROMISE YOU I DON'T SIT IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER ALL DAY! I just..think fast. And, again, sorry for lack of picture…I will figure it out eventually.

Ok, so funny story: I was talking to my mom the other day about MR and the end of the world. Right BEFORE that we were talking about eyelashes and about how she wishes she had longer ones like Dad. (Don't ask) So…and I'm not even kidding you—she said that the evil scientists better include the gene for long eyelashes when they make the "super race". My Dad, my sisters and I nearly had a heartattack we were laughing so hard.

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Nick Walker Isn't Worth My Time

Nudge was totally right about the twins. All week they didn't suspect a thing. They just came home after each day and gushed about how cute this or that thing was, how expensive it was…oh, and rubbed it in about how I would never, ever own stuff like it.

Which was fine by me. Dressing like a slut really wasn't on my bucket list.

"Done," I whispered to myself, checking off the final chore.

It was Wednesday evening and I had spent hours finishing that forsaken list. Most of the chores on the list were dumb and not all that time consuming but still. What a waste of time. Like, dust the couch? Really? When that gets on the list, you know there's a problem.

Exercising my new freedom, I collapsed onto the off limits sofa and stared at the white ceiling. The twins were quiet for the time being and the washing machine hummed comfortingly…

My life was almost bearable at the moment.

"MAX!" Lissa screeched. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH NICK?" She marched into the living room and I slid off the sofa just in time.

"WHERE DID YOU PUT HIM?" She demanded again, looking scary with her green facial mask. Her hair was in a towel and she had to waddle because she had just painted her toes.

"What the heck are you talking about, Lissa? Who's Nick?"

She gasped in horror. "Nick Walker of course! Only the hottest, coolest, most amazing singer in the world! I know you've stolen him so don't even think about lying."

Oh. Nick Walker. Of course. Lissa and Brigid both were NW obsessed. Seriously, if you walk into their room the first thing you'll see is a picture of him shirtless.

"I'm assuming you're talking about your poster," I mused.

"YES! Now WHERE DID YOU PUT HIM?"

I sighed. "I have no freaking clue where your poster is. Ask Brigid. Maybe she took him."

She gasped and her big blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. "She wouldn't." Then she marched out of the living room, not even bothering to apologize to me.

Not that she ever has before.

"You're welcome," I called behind her.

I heard my phone buzz and man can that thing vibrate. Geez. I seriously felt my butt vibrate and my phone was in the kitchen. How is THAT for creepy?

Clicking the center button it said "New message from Nudge".

Oh goody. I needed some entertainment.

I settled back on the sofa and opened it.

MAX! CALL ME NOW! IMMEDIATELY! ~ Nudge

Well. Not as entertaining as I had hoped.

I called her up.

"Hey, Nudge."

"MAX! OMGOSH! Get on youtube NOW!"

"Okay, okay," I muttered, walking over to the Apple laptop we had in the kitchen. "Why? What's up?"

"Only the latest song from Nick Walker! EEEEK! Get on NOW!"

Oh. My goodess. What was it with Nick Walker? So what if he was sort of hot and had a six pack and sang like an angel? I'm sorry, but have you READ the tabloids lately? Exactly my point. He had some shaping up to do. He is officially the biggest player and party boy of the century.

But nonetheless, I listen to the song with Nudge still on the line.

It ended and Nudge shrieked. "Is that not the coolest song ever?"

Okay, so maybe it was a little good. But just a little. And seriously though. From a reality standpoint, the song was a total lie. Nick couldn't really have cared that much for the girl. He was on to someone else in less than a week.

But I couldn't help but smile at her excitement. "Sure, Nudge. But I still haven't gotten passed his rep."

She sighed heavily. "Oh, please Max. You should know by now that guys like him always have issues. You're gonna have to deal with it. But oh my gosh, is that not the coolest, greatest, sweetest song ever?" She sighed wistfully. "I wish I could be his girlfriend."

I snorted. "Please, Nudge. He'd play you for a day then move on."

I could hear her pouting over the phone. "You don't know that," she said hotly.

"Uh, yeah, I do. It's right here." I picked up one of Fiona's priceless tabloids from the glass coffee table and read: "Nick Walker on to 3rd Girlfriend In Less Than Two Weeks…an inside look on Nick's love life."

"So?" She huffed. "We'd get through."

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure. I'm pretty sure every other girl thought the same exact thing."

"You're a party pooper," she told me.

I chuckled. "Love you too, Nudge."

She laughed. "Wanna come over tomorrow? Ella and I were planning on making chocolate chip cookies."

I sighed at the thought of the cookies. I love cookies.

"Sorry, Nudge. But I'm still on house arrest."

"Oh…right. Okay. Well Ella and I will drop some off for you."

I smiled. "That'd be great."

"Good. And I WILL make you into NW lover yet, Max. You'll see. Bye!"

"Bye, Nudge." I clicked the off button and throw the phone on the floor.

"Over my dead body," I muttered to myself.

There was NO way I would EVER have a celebrity crush on Nick Walker. He could stick with his line of pathetic girls.

I had better things to do.

So there you go! Hope you liked it…hoping for ten reviews for this one. I seriously want to know if you guys think I should continue. SO REVIEW!

Later ~ d-and-s86