There isn't an excuse. No excuses for Katie. I'M SO SORRY LIKE I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU.

Okay, so there are SOOOOME excuses like…school…dance…horrible computer…upcoming surgery…busy schedule…STUPID IDIOTIC DUMB DUMB DUMB WRITER'S BLOCK. -_- but anyways.

Here it is. I am sorry it is short. And I am sorry if there are any really uberly stupid mistakes.

Enjoy!

CHRISTMAS I TELL YOU

Well, folks. Today was the day. Today was the day my new "friend" was going to buy me a car.

Oh, yes. A car. One that HE was going to pay for. FULLY. INCLUDING insurance.

It's Christmas, guys!

"I want a free car," pouted Nudge.

"You didn't get your car taken away unjustly," I pointed out.

She folded her arms. "Humph."

"Technically," Iggy butted in, "it wasn't really "unjust" because your stepmother told you to stay home...and you kind of disobeyed her so…"

I gave Iggy my signature, "If you were bread you would be toasted then eaten" look.

"Your remark was clearly not appreciated," Nudge told him calmly while scrolling down her Facebook newsfeed. "Nor taken into account."

Ella nodded from the couch. "Impressive use of your somewhat extensive vocabulary, Nudge. Brava."

"Why thank you, Ella."

"No problem, Nudge."

Iggy and I rolled our eyes.

Our friends. Good lord.

"So what are you going to get, huh?" Iggy asked.

"YEAH!" Nudge added excitedly. "What are you going to get? Mustang? Lexus? Lamborghini?

"I'm not sure," I admitted.

I hadn't got around to asking him.

In fact, we hadn't talked much at all lately. I had conflicting feelings about it. Because, seriously…he literally stalked me nonstop. Then he finally convinced me to hang out with him. Then he got me to say, "Sure Fang let's be friends" and now he's ignoring me? Where is the sense in that?

Why, there isn't any, Max! Wow, you're so smart. Good job.

But at the same time, why in the whole wide insane world would I care?

There is no logical reason whatsoever.

But anyways. Back to the current issue at hand. So last night he texted me saying, "Pick you up at 3 pm tomorrow. Car shopping." And that's it. Otherwise I hadn't heard from him since our newfound (rather pointless) friendship began.

Ding ding ding.

"HE'S HERE!" Nudge shrieked, skidding to the front door. "Do I look okay?" She asked us hurriedly, pulling and tugging at her clothes and combing her fingers through her crazy hair.

"You look like crap," Iggy told her dutifully.

She gave him a "you meaner" look but didn't have time to make a remark.

Ding ding ding.

"OH GOD HE'S HERE," she whispered hoarsely. "CALM DOWN EVERYONE."

I rolled my eyes. "Open the door, Nudge. Tell him I'll be down in a minute."

I bounded up the stairs and grabbed my wallet and my sunglasses. I glanced in the mirror. Jean shorts. Black tanktop. Red converse. Messy hair. Cool.

"Let's go F—Nick!" I said, running down the stairs again.

I nearly fell over when I saw he wasn't alone. Next to Fang was a blonde, tall dude.

"Hey, Max," Fang greeted me calmly.

"Who the heck is this?" I demanded.

"He's my friend. And he's coming with us. And no, I am not changing my mind. Let's get this show on the road! Bye, Nudge! Bye Ella! Bye Iggy!"

"Whaa.." I stuttered. Fang grabbed my hand and dragged me out the front door.

The door slammed shut, muffling the shouts from inside.

"Why the heck is he here?!" I tried again.

Fang ignored my question. "Max, Dylan. Dylan, Max."

"FINALLY! THE MAX I KEEP HEARING ABOUT ALL THE FREAKING TIME," Dylan yelled. "How's it going, Maxie?" He grinned and stuck his hand out for me to shake.

I raised my eyebrows at Fang. He was glaring at Dylan.

"Dude, I don't lie," Dylan said in his defense. "SHOT GUN!"

This was going to be an interesting afternoon.

Yes I know. Filler chapter. I wonder if anyone will even read this chapter…I've been gone for so long. IF YA'LL GAVE UP ON ME I UNDERSTAND.

But I love you guys anyways.

Peace out.

dreams