This is it, folks! The chapter you all have been waiting for! You are welcome. So…how ya guys been? Sorry it took so long. School stinks. It can go die as far as I'm concerned. For all you Directioners out there…what do you of their new single? (I do NOT except any haters for my music choices so save it. Plz. Thank you) I'm SOOO glad Louie and Niall have more solos. :D And what do you guys think of X Factor so far? And…I AM PLEASED TO TELL YOU…..THAT CHEHON AND ELIANA WON SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE! THERE IS JUSTICE IN THE WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A MIRACLE!

So yeah. That sums up my obsessions for this week.

AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADOI do NOT own MR, I DO own the storyline, I'm sorry for any mistakes and…

Enjoy :D

SONG OF THE DAY: "Skinny Love" by Birdy covered by Bella Ferraro

My So Not Cool Friend

"Max," Ella called to me.

"Yeah?" I called back from the living room. I was in the middle of reading "The Hunger Games", just chilling on the couch. Yep. I was actually allowed to sit on this one. Isn't it amazing? Fiona wasn't there saying, "YOU DIRTY LITTLE SCUMBAG WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLAR COUCH?!" The great part was that this, also, was an expensive couch. But I got to sit on this one.

How's THAT for awesomeness? Especially since I currently didn't have a job.

Whaaaaat?! You all scream. Yep. I got fired the day after I left, thanks to some bee with itches that is also known as my stepmother. To be honest, I had this overwhelming desired to go and slug her right then and there but then I thought: was she really worth it? I mean, really? I decided she wasn't. And I let it go. Aren't I so mature?

Wow, I surprise myself sometimes.

"I have a couple errands to run," she replied, running a hand through her perfect hair and placing her sunglasses on her head. "You promise to not blow up the house?"

I rolled my eyes. "Duh. It's not like I'm a pyro or anything. I'll most likely just…let it burn. Slowly."

"Ha-ha," she laughed drily. "Very funny. Don't die. I'll be back in about two hours. Nudge and Iggy are gonna come hangout later too, okay?"

"Yep," I murmured, not really paying any attention.

"Okay, so see you later!"

"Bye!" I called. "Don't die! Or talk to strangers! Or lose your way to the bathroom!"

I listened for a response. None came.

"Well, fine then," I huffed. That girl simply did not understand humor. Such a shame.

I settled back onto the white, pristine couch and sighed. A quiet house. Where I didn't have to do ANYTHING. I could just sit and do NOTHING. How wonderful.

Until, you know, it isn't quiet.

The phone rang.

Groaning, I closed my eyes. Did I feel like talking to someone? No. I didn't. So I let it ring until it hit voicemail.

"Hey, Max," Nudge's voice warbled over the machine.

Curious, I got up and walked into the open kitchen.

"So yeah, um…hi. I just wanted to remind you that you love me. Like…a lot. Like…so big that….it touched the sky! Yeah, the sky. So…you know…. if I told Nick Walker where you lived, you'd totally be cool about it. Right? Love you, bye!" She hung up in a hurry.

HOW THE HECK DID NUDGE GET A HOLD OF NICK WALKER?

And at that moment, the doorbell rang.

You have got to be kidding me. I stared at the front door in horror. Nick Walker was at my freaking HOUSE! THIS IS NOT OKAY!

I covered my face with my hands and shrieked. How could a perfect day go so wrong so quickly?

I stomped to the door. "What do you want?" I demanded, opening the door.

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Fang looked up at me with his dark, dark eyes. He was so surprised he just stood there for a moment. "Max—"

"Not interested." And I slammed the door in his face.

"Max," he said warningly. "Come on, Max, open the dang door!"

"Why should I?" I yelled through it.

"Because, I need to talk to you."

"Like I said. Not. Interested."

"Max, seriously."

"Do you always stalk people you randomly kiss?" I asked.

"What? No, I—"

"You DO, don't you! See, reason 143 why you get on my nerves."

"How the hell can I get on your nerves if we've barely even TALKED?"

"I don't know, Nick. How did you manage that one?" I asked sarcastically.

"Max. Stop being immature and let me in."

"No."

"Why?" he persisted.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you made me dougie on stage. And KISSED me in front of PAPARRAZI! And made me lose my freaking CAR!"

"Max—"

"No! No, I don't want to hear it okay? Just…leave."

"Can't I at least try to apologize before you go all ape on me?"

I was silent for a moment. Then I opened the door. "What makes you think that you deserve that chance?"

His dark eyes met mine. "Because. Fair is fair."

I rolled my eyes. What a crummy excuse. "You're gonna have to work harder than that in the future."

His looked confused. "So…"

"You've got ten minutes."

And I shut the door on his face.

He could open it up himself.

Oh yes I did. I STOPPED. Ha. You better review if you want MOOOORE….

Peace, Love, Hope and Swedish Fish~

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