Holy cow! I got way more reviews then I thought I would get, whoop whoop! :)

And I am so terribly sorry, but this WILL NOT BE THE TALENT SHOW CHAPTER!

I have decided to hold off that chapter till next update, again I am so sorry!

But here is the next chapter, hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 32 – Will You Go With Me?

"But Fang, you can't quit! I will not allow you to quit."

I sighed loudly; the anger building up inside of me was getting stronger and stronger.

"Mr. Griffin I told you, something came up and I can't do the talent show. I'm sorry." Mr. Griffin was about to get decked in the face if he says no one more time…

"No. And that's my final answer." His arms crossed over his chest, his grey eyes set with determination. He was really getting on my bad side.

I too crossed my arms and glared at him, my fists already clenching and unclenching.

"Not unless you were extremely ill or someone died, only until then will I allow you not to do the talent show." He shrugged off his position and was now stacking papers at his desk.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled with frustration, this man was about to die!

Then suddenly an idea popped in my head, my eyes shot open and I looked at my 'wonderful' music teacher.

"Um, actually Mr. Griffin, my uh, dog died yesterday." Was that the best you could do Fang! Idiot!

I mentally slapped myself, but continued when Mr. Griffin turned to look at me. He gave me a confused face, then sat at the edge of his desk.

"Oh really? Well I'm sorry to hear that; but what does that have to do with the talent show?" He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side.

I looked around the room trying to think of an explanation, I hadn't thought this far.

"Well you see, his um, funeral is the same day." A funeral! For a dog! Way to go…

"A funeral, for your dog? That's… something. Well, then what was the poor fellows name?" He smiled at me and put his hands together, waiting for my answer.

I quickly scanned the room, my throat getting tight. My eyes landed on a poster that said Beethoven.

"Beethoven, yup that's his name; good ol' Beethoven." Hopefully my fake smile and enthusiasm was convincing.

Mr. Griffin nodded his head then got up and sat on a chair, his hands folding on his lap.

"And was this Beethoven a St. Bernard?" What the heck was a St. Bernard?

"Um, yes… he was a St. Bernard. And he was so little, it broke my heart to see his little dead body lying there, motionless." I shook my head, looking down at my shoes. I was screaming inside, knowing I was going to get out of this! I should really take an acting class…

Then I heard a chuckle, and snapped my head up at my teacher. He was laughing and looking at me, a gleam in his eyes.

"Did you say he was a puppy Fang?"

I frowned and tried to remember if I did, I don't think I did.

"No, but he was such a little guy, weighed only about ten pounds his whole life." I fidgeted with my fingers; I was so close to freedom…

"Well, that must have been some weird dog." The seriousness in his voice made me freak out. Did I say something wrong? Was I not convincing enough?

"Uh, why?" I tilted my head and waited for his explanation.

He laughed some more and got up, opening a drawer to his left. He brought a small paper and started walking toward me.

He stood in front of me and handed me the paper. It was a photo of him, a woman and a small boy. Sitting next to the boy were two huge dogs, each looking straight ahead, their tongues slightly hanging out.

"Um, what is this Mr. Griffin?" I looked up at him, and then looked back at the picture.

"That right there," he pointed to the dogs, "Those are St. Bernards Fang. There were both about year old then." I still didn't get it, what was the point in this?

I looked at the dogs again, they both were bigger than the boy in the middle, in fact, they were huge.

And that's when it hit me.

I had said 'my' St. Bernard was small, when they actually were big dogs.

And there goes my plan…

I swallowed loudly and handed the photo back, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic.

"So Fang, do you still want to keep milking your story about your 'dead dog'?" He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.

I smiled sheepishly and felt my cheeks heat up.

"Actually I am pretty sure that I have next Friday open, actually. Funny how your schedule can change that fast, huh." He smirked and nodded, heading back to his desk with the picture.

"Yes, it's quiet funny indeed."

And that's when the door opened and the Devil itself appeared.

Cue evil music.

"Hi Fang, hi Mr. Griffin! Am I late?" I turned to the redheaded figure and tried not to gag.

"Um, no Lissa. Actually Fang and I were just discussing about next week. You guys will be performing Bleeding Love."

I swiveled my head and stared in shock at Mr. Griffin. Bleeding what?

I was so not singing that!

On the other hand, Lissa giggled and squealed loudly. "Oh goody, I love that song! We are going to do amazing Fang!"

I groaned and rubbed my temples; this was going to be one heck of week.

Max's POV

I stuck another spoonful of the cold substance in my mouth and swallowed.

"You enjoying that?" I looked up and saw Dylan smirking at me, his spoon half way in the air.

"No, it could be better." We stared at each other for a couple seconds, then burst out laughing.

He put his spoon in his mouth, still smiling at me.

I ate another spoonful of my ice cream, watching Dylan mix his with all the colorful sprinkles he had put.

After our 'practice' for our English class, Dylan decided to treat me for ice cream. He said I deserved it after my amazing acting. Suuure…

"So, can I ask you something?" I peered at him from under my eyelashes; he was looking at me intently.

"Does it have to do with any acting of some sort?" His smile got wider as he shook his head.

"No, it's about the Talent Show next week." I dropped my smile and stared at the yellow sprinkle floating in my now melted ice cream.

"What about it?" I asked dryly. I hadn't thought about it since I found… them together.

"Are you still going?" He asked cautiously, knowing it was a sensitive matter.

"Probably not… I think I'm busy that night." He snorted and leaned back on the booth.

"You are not busy that night, I know you Maximum. You have no life."

I looked up offended, "Hey! I do have a life, Mr. Big-Shot. It's just not... as busy as yours." His laughter filled the small ice cream parlor, making other people watch us.

"Sure Max, if you say so." We both smiled and I put my empty cup on top of his, then leaned back on my seat. His face suddenly turned serious.

"But seriously Max, I want you to go with me, as friends. Remember, you promised you would make it fun for me." I sighed and rolled my eyes, I hated that he had such a good memory.

"I don't know Dylan…" My eyes looked around the parlor, avoiding his soft blue eyes that I knew were begging me.

"Please Maxie, for me?" I gave in and looked at him, his face a pout and his eyes wide. I put my lips in a tight line, I was not giving in!

"Ugh, alright, I'll go with you."

He stood and raised his arms in the air; he came over to my side and lifted me off the seat, spinning me in the air.

He was laughing crazy again, and smiling like the moron that he is.

"Okay okay, now put me down Dylan!" He set me on my feet and again, we got more weird looks from the other customers.

"Thanks Maxie-poo! You are going to love it, I promise!" His face was about to break from the smile plastered on it. I hope it does break…

"It better be Dylan, or else I will hurt you."

And his smile only got wider, "I promise."

I knew this was the worst decision I ever made. Hopefully it turns out better than worse.

Ok, I am so sorry for the shortness, but I really had no idea how I would start/do this chapter.

I hope it didn't sound cheesy or OOC, especially Fang.

I just thought it would be better if Fang and Max were not together longer, to keep you all interested!

So I hope you like it, and I promise the next chapter will be the Talent Show.

And can we do 300 reviews? (Bambi eyes)