Yay for the weekend! Yay for free time! Random thought of the day: How many times have I ever blinked?

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MAX POV

I can't believe Nudge talked me into this. I just can't believe it.

"Max! This way!" Nudge reached up and grabbed my hand dragging me through even more of the crowd. All she had to do was think about it and the sea of fangirls split like Moses parting the sea. "Isn't he amazing!?"

"What!?" I yelled over the roar of the music. Angel was laughing beside me, looking like she was actually enjoying herself for the first time since the body swap. Her happiness was the only reason I was still there.

"Never mind!" Nudge squealed. Some kind of british boy band was on world tour and Nudge had this mysterious way of talking about one of them like he was a god. So to shut her up from the inside of my brain and out, I'd agreed to come. But this was a standing room only, and there was too much screaming. I can't even tell you about the claustrophobia getting ready to make me puke on the highness himself from over thirty feet away.

"Nudge, I think we should leave now!" I tried to call over the noise. She looked at me, confused. I thought again inside my head this time while tapping my temple. I want to leave.

Nudge shook her head 'no' like a madwoman. But I was gonna get him to pull me up onstage! He was going to sing to me!

I looked at her hard. How is it that the youngest one in the flock has been the most mature about using their power of mind control?

Nudge shrugged and then screamed with glee when the main singer reached out for her hand. "Best day of my life!" She shouted, and then was dancing around the stage, making a total fool of herself. And I wasn't going to stop her. If there was one thing that I've learned over the years of living with Fang and his blog, It's that you NEVER get in the way of a major fangirl.

"I'm going to go home." I hollered into Angel's ear. "I guess I'll go check on Fang. The boys are probably driving him nuts."

Angel shook her head. "I'm sure he's fine. Stay with me and marvel at my dancing skills!" She laughed, pointing to Nudge who was doing... the worm.

"When did she learn to do that!?" I asked bewildered. Angel raised her eyebrows and gave me the gooffiest look, that I couldn't help cracking up with her.

She elbowed me to get my attention. "She better calm down with those dance moves." Angel and I watched her do the sprinkler. "She's going to steal the show!"

We burst into more laughter when she leapt onto the drummers lap. The look on the drummer's face told us that he clearly wasn't under Nudge's influence yet. But, that was changed soon enough.

Angel gave me a high five. And that's when I noticed my ring wasn't on her finger. The promise ring Fang had given me. "Why's it off?" I asked, grabbing her hand and pulling on her middle finger where I always wore it.

She gave me a bashful look. "It kept getting caught on things and I didn't want to lose it. I left it back in the hotel." She confessed looking even guiltier by the time she finished explaining. "I'm sorry."

I ruffled her hair, which was awkward, since technically it was my hair and no one ever dared to ruffle my hair. "It's okay."

Angel hugged me for a quick second before giving me a pleading look. "Just stay for the rest of the concert please!"

I looked up in time to see Nudge leap off the stage and start crowd surfing. She really was having the best day of her life.

"Fine." I smiled. "I'll stay."

And we did... until the security finally caught on.


FANG POV

I was checking up on my blog and responding to as many reviewers as I could, when suddenly the screen snapped shut. I yanked my fingers back just in time before they were crushed permanently to the letters "j" and "k" on the keyboard.

"I have used the force on your strange human device." Max said. When I turned around she was standing in the doorway with one hand at her temple and her other hand reaching out like she was some Jedi from Star Wars. She let her hands drop. "Hey, handsome."

I waved a hand. "Hello. Welcome back to the nut house we call our temporary-home." I shifted around on the bed until I was completely facing her. "Is there something you wanted?"

She shrugged. "Big news. I have the hiccups for the first time in my life."

I nodded my head and applauded. "That is big news. And..." I said, waiting for the real answer.

"Well it's just that..." she faded out, wandering closer until she was standing next to me and frowning. "It's just that... SNEAK ATTACK!" Her hands flew up and lodged themselves at my armpits, wiggling her fingers. Then they flew to my neck.

"Max, what are you doing?" I asked, completely unfazed by whatever she was trying to do.

Her face was twisted and she was biting her lip in concentration. "You'll see. Just give me a second to find it." Her fingers wriggled their way to my sides.

"Find what?" I asked, still helplessly confused.

"Your tickle spot." She leaned back, finally giving up. "I promised myself I would find it, but I think I'd have better luck trying to tickle a brick." She frowned, and then hiccupped.

"You're crazy." I said, pushing her lightly.

She smiled. "So I've been told." She picked at a strand of my hair and twisted it. She almost sat on my lap, but thought better of it, because that usually led to more pleasant things that we wouldn't do with the body swap still going. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "So what were you doing on the computer? Making sure you fans aren't trying to track you down and claim you as their own?"

"Yah. Same old followers, but I haven't even posted in the past six months." I opened the computer back up and looked at a comment that someone had sent in earlier today. "These people are dedicated."

"Hardcore." She snickered, then pointed to another comment that had someone asking me to marry them. "Don't these people know you're taken?"

I glanced at her and smirked, all of my thoughts spoken through that one gesture. Whenever I turned my eyes back to her, I still had the hardest time with the idea that it was Nudge's body sitting next to me and not really Max. If I didn't look at her, I'd never know the difference. Max still acted like Max, and Nudge (even when she had my body for two days) still acted like Nudge.

"You found some sweatpants." I noticed.

Max looked down and it took a second for my statement to register. "Oh yeah!" She tilted her head to the sky and threw her arms up. "Thank God! I was going to go insane, but Nudge stopped by the store today and picked these up for me. She felt bad that I only had skirts and dresses to wear."

"Only one pair?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yah. She didn't want to persuade the people into giving her too much free stuff, unlike someone I know." She said standing up and wandering to the desk in the bedroom. She picked up a book labeled Twilight. I guess Nudge had decided to drop by my room at some point, because I kept finding her stuff randomly around the house. "Ya know," Max started up walking the book over to me, "Nudge said that if you smashed all of these character's powers in this book together, you get Angel. Mind reading, future seeing, controlling people's feelings, kinda shaped shifting." She paused. "I think there was something else too." She opened the book and started to leaf through it. "Oh, yeah. They can stay under water forever, but it's not exactly - ow!" She hissed while turning the page. "Shoot. Paper cuts are the stupidest things to bleed from."

She wiped the blood off on her pant leg. "Anyway, what do you say about the whole 'Angel theory' against this book?"

I would loved to have answered, but my eyes had decided to suddenly start burning, and I felt like if I had answered, my stomach was going to vomit inside itself. My throat itched and my breathing was quickly picking up in pace.

"Fang? Are you okay?" Max asked.

I nodded. "Great." Because now I felt like I was running a 120° fever.

She gave me a look that told me I'd better speak up and tell her the truth, but I didn't.

"Tell me, or face the consequences!" She said, waving her hands like she was going to karate chop something.

This scared me a little, but not because of the threat. Each time her hand passed in front of my face, I could actually smell the blood from her paper cut. My vision blurred, and eventually the smell became too overpowering. I jumped back from her, falling face first into my blankets to cover the odor, and I immediately felt better.

"Alright, Fang. I'm not joking anymore." She said, thinking I was only playing along with her show. "Really, what's wrong? And don't try and hide it, 'cuz your not getting away with it."

As she started to roll me back over, and my face was unmasked from the comforter my eyes burned again, and my breathing started coming short and fast. "Get out!" I shouted suddenly, surprising even myself.

"Fang?"

"GET OUT!" I snapped. Harshly. That wasn't the way I had meant for that to sound at all. Max backed off the bed, looking hurt, and I wanted to shoot myself for putting that look on her face.

She backed halfway to the door saying, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Just..." my stomach gave a sharp twist, "leave..." I breathed heavily and threateningly. Whatever was happening must not have been pretty to look at.

Max's eyes widened in pain and disbelief before she turned and bolted for the door. As soon as she was gone, my breathing returned to normal, and I felt fine. I hadn't meant for any of what I said to come out that way when I was talking to Max. She was tough, but when it came to me, for some reason everything I said always hit her hard.

My blood still felt like it was boiling, but other than that I was perfectly fine. The blood smell still seemed to be lingering, though. I put my hands in my hair, feeling like a total ass for talking to Max that way. I had one dominating thought running through my head.

What the Hell just happened?


NUDGE POV

Jeez. He was so totally cute, but so annoying too. Why did he have to be with the traitor? And why did I have to be stuck in a seven-year-old's body? I guess it was better than still being stuck as Fang, but being myself would be so awkward like this.

"What's wrong?"

Oh no, oh no, oh no! That was his voice! Umm. What do I say? "Nothing."

He sat down on the couch all the way on the farthest side from me, his eyes trained on the TV. Without looking away, he raised an eyebrow. "Why lie?"

"I'm not lying." I lied.

He smiled to himself, and then picked up a can of soda from the coffee table in front of him. "Does your family teach each other to lie?"

"I'm not lying!" I protested again.

He took a sip of his coke before placing it back on the table. "Okay, fine." He said laughing to himself and holding his hands up in surrender. "I never said you did. I was just asking questions."

I breathed out trying to calm myself and my annoying heartbeat, and then peeled my eyes off the side of his face, only managing for a second before my gaze was back on him. He hadn't even glanced at me once during this whole conversation. And I felt that the way he talked to me was so rude.

As if on cue, he turned to look at me, smiling. "Which one are you normally?"

His smile made my mind go blank, and for once in my life, I was speechless.

"I'm sorry for being the way I am. I have lived on my own my whole life." He explained while shifting to put his feet up on the couch and face me completely. "I'm not the best at speaking with people. Your family does seem very nice though."

"I'm the twelve-year-old dark-skinned girl." I said, finally answering his previous question. "And I like to read." I don't know why I added that last part, but I couldn't quite remember how to say what my mind wanted me to.

His smile broadened. "I'm not sure if this is how you tell someone, but if that is you, you are a most beautiful creature."

Dang it. I knew I was blushing, especially with Angel's pale skin. "That's not normally how people talk." I tugged at the blonde hair on my head, ticked that it wasn't mine. Then I paused. I was speaking in really short sentences. When did I ever do that?

Then that train sound hit me hard, and it was like I was being knocked out. I recognized the feeling from when I switched out of Fang's body. I looked down, and in the next second, I finally found myself in my own body. Fast and nothing fancy. I blinked quickly. Max must be in Angel's body now. And poor Angel. She hadn't even gotten to be herself, and everyone else was getting the chance to be her.

I checked the mirror. I was in the bathroom, and my cheeks were streaked with tears. Max must've been crying when we switched. My stomach dropped. When Max cried, it was only because she was really upset. Tears didn't come easy from her.

After wiping away the tears, I slowly made my way into the living room. "Max?" I asked hesitantly.

She looked to me confused and then groaned. "Whatever." She said, leaving. "I'm sick of this." She left quickly, keeping debate out of the question.

When she was gone, I sat back down on the couch. "So, uh, I'm me now."

He nodded his head. "That's good." A faint smile took over his features. "I like how your wings match your eyes."

"Stop it." I said hastily.

"Stop what?" He asked shocked.

"Complimenting me. I don't trust you." I summarized. "You are, like Dylan's sidekick or something." I started, snapping out of my daze. "You two probably have some plan to kill Fang and are getting Erasers to follow us. Dylan's like some creepy stalker, and now you are most likely helping him. And part of the plan is to get me to be really trusting with you guys. But what I don't get is what maybe your plan is for Iggy and Gazzy. Angel too, but she's probably been in on this whole scheme since the beginning, so she must be a traitor still, and dragging Dylan into this twice just wasn't enough for her. Because the first time, Fang died. And the second time, Fang left. And she even kicked Max out of the flock once, which was totally a bad idea, if you ask me. And I think-" I stopped myself, realizing that something was out of place. What was wrong with this picture?

"Yes?" Wake said. "What is wrong?"

And that's when I noticed. "No one ever lets me go on that long. Iggy says I'll make his ears shrivel up and die." I covered up my mouth. "You should have stopped me."

Wake scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Why? Is that people do to each other?"

I hesitated. "No."

"Then I don't see why I shouldn't hear what you have to say." He said with genuine honesty. "It's quite entertaining to hear the assumptions you come up with, although, I can assure you that none of it is true. I have never lied in my life. It's my pet peeve."

I stared at him with my mouth hanging wide open. "Never? Like, not even for a car? Because we've stolen a lot of cars."

"I said lie, not steal." He grinned. "Big difference."

"Oh." I said, and again, for the second time in my life, I was speechless. What kind of weird mind powers did this kid have? My mouth moves even when I tell it not to, so now that I wanted it to, why wasn't it? I took a sip of my own soda.

He seemed to debate something in his head before finally saying, "I like you."

And then I sprayed the TV with my spit. "No you don't." I said quickly. "You can't."

He tilted his head in confusion. "Why not? I spent yesterday with Fang, Angel, and Iggy. I like them too. You all are very nice."

"Never mind." I said, upset and yet relieved at the same time. "I thought you meant the other kind of 'like'. That would have been totally weird." I took another sip.

"I don't know, maybe it is that kind of 'like' for you."

I did another spit take.

Wake shrugged. "Like I said, I've always lived on my own. I've never stayed one place for more than a week at a time and I have never actually got to know anyone. I'm not sure I know the difference."

"Wake!" I complained. "Nobody talks like that!"

He crushed his soda and stood up doing a fist pump with sudden happiness. "Yes! I've been upgraded from a 'spy' to a 'nobody'. If I'm right, that's a huge step in the right direction." He winked. "It's only been twenty-four hours, but I think i'm grow'n on you."

"Are not!"

He tsked. "Denial!" He sang, leaping into the kitchen.

I jumped over the side of the couch after him. "You have no idea what you're talking about." I said giving him a look.

He took my trash and threw it away for me. "Actually, I do. You see, just like Fang can turn invisible, I can tell when your lying."

I eyed him skeptically as he leaned on the counter facing me. "I have a scare behind my left ear." I said testing him.

"Lie." He replied.

I nodded. "Okay. My favorite color is blue."

"Lie." He said as if bored.

"I like hamburgers."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course, truth."

I thought hard about one that might slip him up. "I have a talking dog that loves to talk politics and culture."

He scrunched his eyebrows. "Oddly enough, you're telling the truth."

I laughed aloud at the face he was making. Soon he was cracking up too. "Fine." I said. "So how does it work?"

"What? Magic?" He asked smiling his blinding smile.

"No." I said, straightening up and crossing my arms over my chest. "Fang turns invisible by sitting still, so how do you know when I'm lying?"

"You really wanna know?" He asked seriously. I nodded. He waved me closer to tell his secret. "Well, it starts by-"

He cut himself off by pecking my cheek with a kiss, and then laughing like a madman as he leapt out the window.

"WAKE!" I screeched in shock, happiness, and anger all at the same time. I was out after him in a split second, following his unique, delicate, gorgeous, dark, dreamy, powerful wings. Yeah, I was totally lying when I said he wasn't growing on me. "You get back here this second!"

"Why?" He called back over his shoulder, still cackling with laughter. "One kiss wasn't enough for you?"

"You're gonna regret you said that!" I shouted.

He dived downward. "Catch me if you can!"

"I'LL GET YOU!"

Suddenly Wake stopped and spun around. I back peddled hard so I wouldn't run into him. He gave a huge smile. "You just told a lie." He winked again, before dropping like a stone.

Fine. I admit. He was kind of cute. For a 'nobody' anyway...


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And Fang's problem will be "explained" in the next chapter!

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