Okaaay, so 1 review. 1? Puhtooey. Anyway, I need your views on Trixie. Love her? Kill her off? There are many different ways to go with this...

Oh, and a shout out to Kallik of Gallifrey, who is really freaking awesome. I LOVE that idea, so I hope I might be able to use it? Anyway, kudos to you for being brilliant.

Alright, thanks!

I shook her hand, and she dropped her olive green shoulder bag next to my back pack.

"Are you Fang's sister?" I asked, though not really wanting to know. I must have been making a face, as she looked at my quizzically.

"Yeah. His twin, unfortunately. Don't worry, I didn't get the creepy genes." She smiled. She had sparkling white teeth. I sucked on my own self consciously. I gave her a small smile back, which I guess she took as an invitation to keep going.

"So, yeah. I'm Trixie. Is it obvious that I took three hours getting ready today?" She asked, awaiting my approval. I just laughed and shook my head.

"Nah, I would've figure you out to be an hour and a half. I'm Max." She grinned at me.

"So why did you look at me like I was a time bomb or something when you found out I was related to Fang?" she asked.

"Well, we sit next to each other in homeroom slash math, and we had an exchange that was somewhat awkward..." I trailed off. She just nodded.

"So, what's your home life like?" She asked me, not trying to pry, just making conversation. Even so, I grimaced.

"Dad's gone, and my mom couldn't afford private school for another year, so I'm here. My sister, Ella, is a fashion freak and in 7th grade. My best friend, Nudge," I pointed her out, chatting with James, "Is is the same financial situation. What about you?" Her silver eyes wandered towards the cieling in thought.

"Well, I have Fang, obviously, who is really not so bad. My mom tries to hard to be in our lives, and my dad is a total wimp and let's us and my mom do whatever. I kind of resent him for that." I raised my eyebrows at her, as that seemed kind of personal and she met me five minutes ago. She blushed.

"So, do you read much?" Ha. Did I ever. I was starting to like this girl.

-Snap, Crack, Pop!-

"So then, he tried to shove the whole eggplant down his throat, and I swear to God his eyes almost popped out when the thing snapped and the juice came out, and my mom was like 'Yo, Fang! Are ya tryin' ta gimme a heart attack or somthin?'." I was laughing so hard I was crying. I was trying to find a tissue in my back pack when the bell rang.

I saw Trixie getting up and waved. She was almost to the door when I heard her say, "Hey, Max! You should sit with us at lunch! And Nudge can come, too!" I looked at her in surprise. Had I actually made a friend?

"That sounds great!" I told her, and she gave me a thumbs up before walking out. I found Nudge still talking to James. She waved me over to introduce me.

"Max, this is James. James, this is Max." We both looked at her in surprise. I had expected a backstory, his parents names, the kind of car he drives, etc. Then, I saw how nervous she looked. Oh, she wants us to hit it off. Got it. Might as well humor her...

"Hey, James. What's up?" He shifted his attention back to me, still in shock because of Nudge'd loss of words.

"Nice to meet you, Max. I've heard a lot about. Like, seriously? If you ever need your life story, I'm your guy." I laughed. I had expected Nudge to tell him as much.

"I'll keep that in mind. Ready to go, Nudge? We've got gym next."

As it turns out, Nudge, Iggy and I had all the same classes in the morning. 1st through 5th periods flew by with the two at my side. James was a riot. I told them how cool Trixie was, and James nodded his head.

"Yeah, she's pretty awesome. I hang out with her a lot when Fang isn't home." I think I sort of scowled when I heard his name, because James laughed. I quickly cleared my face of all emotion.

"She invited us to sit with her at lunch. Do you guys want to?" They both nodded their pretended to listen to Nudge the whould way to lunch, and we finally went through the double doors to the cafeteria.

We walked into the wide, tiled room and were slapped in the face by the unmistakable stench of the 'Sloppy Joe' they try to sell in almost every school system. I wrinkled my nose, and proceded into the mob of kids trying to get food. We finally got to the front, and I selected just a salad and a pear. I could deal.

Nudge and James grabbed their stuff, and I perused the lunch room and tried to pick out Trixie. I found her sitting in the back with three other people, one girl had plain brown hair in a pony tail with a pleasant face, a boy with sandy- blonde hair who was looking at his food with disgust, and-.

Really? No freaking way. I could see his mop of black hair a mile away. I sighed and motioned for the others to follow. We were walking down the isle of about fifteen lunch tables, when I tripped over something and fell on my face, salad flying everywhere. I looked back see a girl with auburn hair snickering with her posse of girls who looked exactly like Barbie. The girl with auburn hair straightened up when she saw me glaring, and I saw that underneath pounds of pore- clogging makeup, the girl was beautiful.

"Sorry, Newbie," she said snidely. "I'm Brigid." She turned away without waiting for any response. Probably a good thing, as if she had looked at me as if she was superior for five more seconds, I would've punched her face in. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Nudge shaking her head. I knew I should leave and walk away, be the bigger person, but what fun is that?

"Are you always so bitchy, or is today a special occasion?" I asked, putting an innocent look on my face. She froze, and turned back to me with not- so- friendly intentions.

"I seriously doubt you want to go there. Do you even know who my parents are?" She asked, a snarky smile spreading on her face. I couldn't care less.

"Woah, there, don't let all those brains go to your head!" I said, putting my hands up in a 'Jeez, are you crazy?' gesture. A confused look came and replaced the smile, and I chuckled. Brigid shook her head, and glared at me.

"My dad is Craig Dwyer. As in, Dwyer Animal Care." Crap. My mom worked as a receptionist/nurse there. Maybe I really didn't want to piss this girl off. I felt my face harden, and I continued to walk down the isle. I heard my friends' footsteps behind me, only slightly delayed. Everyone seemed to quiet down and watch as I slid onto th bench across from Trixie. Nudge sat next to me with James on her other side.

"Holy chicken shiznit, what was that?" Trixie asked, her eyes wide. I just shrugged, and she dropped the subject. Nudge glanced at me with a worried expression.I waved her off. Did she think I was going to have a break down, or something?

"Hey, I'm JJ, and this is Sam." The girl with the pony tail said, then pointed to the sandy haired boy. They both smiled at me.

"Hi. I'm Max." They nodded, and then looked at Trixie. I looked at Fang, and he blinked at me. In what universe a blink was acceptable as a greeting, I have no idea, but I didn't question it.

"Want an orange?" Sam offered, extending the fruit out to me. I smiled and said thanks. I introduced Nudge, who then launched into an intricate story about her fourth birthday. Trixie, JJ, and Sam laughed at all the appropriate times, as did James and I.

"And so then my uncle dropped his cigarette on my stomach, which was bare because, you know, we were swimming and stuff, and I'm totally moaning in pain and stuff, and then I stumble around then corner and see my fourteen- year- old cousin on my dad's side kissing my cousin on mom's side! Now, I didn't really get the realations of everyone, so I was totally grossed out to the max. Oh, and speaking of kissing, whenwe were in fourth grade, Max had a massive crush on my brother, Michael, and were so excited and thought we were gonna be sisters and..." Cue blush from me. Trixie glanced at me and laughed.

"I bet you guys didn't know James and I were married." She said when Nudge was taking in a breath. Nudge and I looked at her in horror, and the rest of the table laughed. Well, Fang sort of chuckled, but whatever.

"...when we were in 1st grade." I glared at her as she wiped tears of laughter out of her eyes.

-Line-o-riffic-

I walked out the front doors with Nudge buzzing about our first day.

"Oh, James is so awesome! I think I'm in lo-" She stopped short. I looked at her in suprise. Well, alright. 'Threaten James about what you will do if he hurts your best friend' just shot to the top of my mental to do list.

I saw Michael leaning on his car and pointed him out to Nudge. She started up again and I shot Michael a smile before gettting into the back seat with Nudge.

"Thanks for the ride!" I told him. "See you tomorrow, Nudge!" They waved and waited until I got inside the house before pulling out.

"Mom! I'm home!" I shouted, not bothering to look for her. "Ella?" I called, going into our modern- style kitchen.

"I'm in the living room! Mom's at work!" I heard my little sister shout. "I got my new movie! But you can only watch it if you make me popcorn with nacho cheese!"

"No way!" I yelled at her, incredulous.

"Oh, c'mon, Max! It's Pretty Woman!"I sighed. I was a closet chick- flick lover, and Pretty Woman made my top ten favorites. I opened the cupboard and looked for Orville with no avail.

"Ella, I've got to walk to the store to get some, be right back!" I yelled before shutting the door.

I walked down the block to the corner store, and hoped they had Orville Redenbocker. It's the only kind my mom will allow in the house. I perused the isles and found the wonderful red box. I walked towards the counter and took out my wallet, waiting for how much it would be. I looked up and saw the cashier, who was none other than Fang. He wasn't looking his best, as he was wearing a bright yellow t- shirt that didn't look so great. I snorted.

"Nice shirt." He glowered at me. He scanned my popcorn and announced that the total was $10.00. Now, call me cheap, but that seemed a little outrageous. I peeked at the register and saw $3.27. I hashed out the money and he handed me the change and popcorn.

"You know, Fang, I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like me. I'll see you at school." I turned around and almost missed his next words.

"See you, Max." I looked back, but he was deep into a magazine. After checking to see that it wasn't Playboy, I left the store. For some reason, I felt happy. That's wierd. Fang probably gassed me or something. Oh, well. I would talk to Trixie about my theory tomorrow.

I got home, made the popcorn, sat down with my sister, and enjoyed my favorite hooker.

-Dunzo-

Soooo... what do you think? I liked it. It's pretty long, though. Oh, well. I seriously want to watch Pretty Woman now...

Anyway, thanks, and review pleeeeeaaase!