I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews/favorites/follows :D I am really glad people like this story :) Also in advance, I have to write this on my iPad, so I might have some grammatical issues because of stupid spell check... Well on with the story. Also, no one guessed who I based Fang off of at all? Same age, black hair, blush thing in his cheeks? Oh well...

Forgot to do this earlier: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT AND CLAIRE. :D

Max

Wednesday January 2, 2013

Since Angel and Gazzy are only 5 they need an adult with them at pretty much all times. Thank God Nugde(my only family that still loves me- and she's adopted, so not even direct family) loves them.

Nudge is a 16 year old girl that loves attention, fashion, and the mall. She has mocha skin, and is always dressed up. She says that she doesn't need to be paid for the babysitting because she loves little kids, and that I don't have enough money to pay for everything we need already, so she doesn't want money from us when she knows that we are more likely going to need it more than her. I really need to thank her again...

Knock

"Max you here?" questioned Nudge.

"Yeah, thank you so much for coming, if you need anything call me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, go before you are late, if I were you I'd put on something nicer, but that's just me. I mean come on, you must have something nice in your closet, and I could do your makeup, I always keep some with me. Ohh I could do your hair too-" rambled Nudge, until my sweet Gazzy cut her off.

"You learn quickly Gaz. Good job." I complemented.

"Thanks mum!" Gazzy said, uncovering Nudge's mouth.

I looked at the clock, "Crap I gotta go, be good!" I called running out the door.

Fang

It's 6:00 right now and this thing starts at 6:30. I really don't want to go, this is going to be pointless. This is supposedly going help me? It's mostly going to bring me down from all the judging. Since Christians aren't supposed judge, why make a group when they know that they are going to judge, even if they aren't supposed too? If that made any sense to you, good job for keeping up with my brain...

Ring

I looked to see who was calling me, it was Vic, great now I have to go. Do you know how hard it is to lie to him? Super hard.

"Hey Vic."

"You're still coming right?"

"Yeah. I'll be there in twenty."

"Ok, great!" Happy much? "You get to meet Max! Ohhh I'm so exciited!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you in a bit Vic." And with that, I got on my motorcycle and left.

~6:30 at the meeting~

I pull up, looking for my tall friend. I find him talking to his partner, Jonathan, and the most beautiful girl staring at me. I felt awkward, with all eyes staring at me. I guess I made quite an entrance. I didnt mean to, but I did. See I haven't said a thing (not that I often talk) and they are already judging. I walk silently to Vic and Jonathan, wondering who this mystery girl is.

"Fang, meet Max! Max meet Fang!" Vic squealed. So this is Max, strange but fitting name for her.

"Hi." was all she said. She seemed impressed or something, but who would be impressed by me? I'm a nobody.

"Hey."

"What kind of motorcycle is that?"

"A Red Rim Bobber" So this is what she is impressed by. This motorcycle is my baby only the only thing that can put somewhat of a smile on my face. I am really proud of it, and all the work I put into to get it.(AN: I understand that this is a costly motorcycle, but in this story it is the cheapest motorcycle Fang could find, but really rare, mkay?)

"No way, really? I have always wanted one, you are so lucky!" Me, lucky? I really would like to see that proven.

"I guess."

"So what, you only talk in under ten word's at a time?"

"Sure."

"You two, stop flirting over there and come on already the group is just about to start!" Jonathan said, grabbing the attention of everyone. I blush slightly, but no one seemed to notice except the girl next to me looking like a tomato. She was blushing so hard it looked like she was about to burst, but it wasn't noticeable unless you were where I was standing since it was dark out.

We both walked over and went inside. Surprisingly (not who would want to be judged?) only about ten people other than Max, Jonathan, Vic, and I were here. So around 14-15 people.

Just then Chris (the leader of this) started talking.

Max

I cannot believe I just talked to a guy I didn't know previously (before what happened, if you don't rememeber, go to Ch.1) and then blushed when Jonathan yelled at us to stop 'flirting.' What if he was like- no, don't think of it Max. I quickly covered the fear in my eyes when I thought about it. I think Fang saw it though. Crap.

Well apparently when you are new to this support group, you have to tell the reason why you came.

Fang, Claire (a really nice blonde, cubby(not in a gross way though) girl), and I were the only new people. Claire went first.

"Why did you come here, if you don't mind me asking?" Chris pondered.

She responded with confidence in her voice, "I came here because my life just seems to continually fall to pieces. I have a terrible relationship with my mum, I've thought about suicide" Fang winced, "and cutting." He winced again. "I've always known that God is with us, but at times I really see him pull through for me. He gave me strength to just keep going."

"Good, good. I'm glad you have found a special place with God in your life." Chris said. "Now how about you, Max?"

"Uhhh," Fang patted my hand comfortingly, thankfully no one noticed because of the table that we sat at. He didn't even know what happened, but realized that it was hard for me to talk about. "I was rapped..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say next.

Oh the suspense. I am basing Claire off of myself in this story btw, so it will be easy for me to make up her character. I hoped you enjoyed! A review and favorite/follow would be nice, but you don't have to! Until next time...

~Shaire