Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while…I started college (PSEO…I'm still in high school) and it's been CRAZY! So anyways. Here you go. I AM VERY AWARE THAT THIS IS SHORT! SORRY!

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I'm Bonkers

Nick (Fang's) P.O.V

I woke up to my phone buzzing. "Shut up!" I growled, burying my head deeper into my pillow.

It didn't stop.

"Gar," I grumbled, fumbling around to find it.

The caller I.D. said Dylan and I groaned. Nothing like a phone call from your best friend at eight in the morning. "What?" I demanded, putting it to my ear.

"Dude! What's up with the chick? You get a girl, KISS her in front of paparazzi and don't even TELL me about it? Not cool, man."

"What the heck are you talking about?" I murmured, rubbing my forehead.

"Tabloids, Fang! Geez, slow much?"

I bolted up. Images played back in my mind and I nearly fell off the bed. "You're joking."

"No! Duh, Fang. If you are going to kiss a girl in front of EVERYONE, of COURSE it's going to end up in the tabs. Logic. Why do you sound like crap?"

"Because I feel like crap, Dylan. Now get your butt over here. I want a copy of every tabloid you can find."

"Okay, okay. No need to panic. Geez. Be there in ten."

I hung up and threw the phone onto the floor. "Idiot, Fang! Idiot! You are SUCH a lowlife, worthless, stupid pile of CRAP!"

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the closest shirt I could find and walked into the kitchen.

Dropping into a chair, I buried my head in my hands.

Why was I so gifted at screwing up so well?

A couple minutes later someone knocked, and I raced to the door.

"Wow," Dylan mused. "You even look like crap."

"Shut up and get in," I growled.

"Touché," he muttered, stepping in. Grabbing the stack of magazines, I rushed to sit back down.

True enough, there I was. With Max. Kissing.

"No freaking way," I muttered. "I don't believe it."

"About that…wanna explain?" Dylan asked, rummaging around for food. "I mean, usually best friends tell each other this kind of stuff—"

"What's to explain, Dylan? I'm on the freaking cover of People with the ONLY girl who has EVER rejected me! THIS IS NOT OKAY!"

"Yeah, I thought I saw something about that," Dylan said, sitting down with some coffee. "So what happened?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," I muttered, standing up and walking to the couch.

"Well it says here that you invited her up to dougie at the show. Is this true?"

"Yeah…"

"So is that when you met her?"

"Um…"

"What's her name, Fang? Give me a name."

"Max."

"Max? Max what?"

"Max, max," I told him.

He looked at me like I was bonkers.

I sighed and sat up. "Look. I saved the girl, got yelled at for saving her, invited her to dougie, gave her a ride to the club and…and…"

"Kissed her?" Dylan asked drily.

"…yeah…"

He stared at me.

"Would you STOP STARING at me like that?" I hissed. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Not kiss her, that's on the top of the list."

"Not helpful," I told him. "God," I muttered, sitting up and holding my head in my hands.

"Dude. This is one girl we're talking about. Quite freaking out."

He didn't get it. She wasn't just another girl.

She was different.

And I needed to find her.

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