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Sorry for taking so long! I would have updated sooner, but I didn't get a single review on this story. :'( BUT, I wrote a new story for Switched at Birth, so my self esteem is still intact.

Can't believe I'm on Chappie #11 already...

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It was twilight already, so the street lights gave off an eerie glow as we headed across town. Dylan and I chatted for a few minutes, not landing on a solid subject.

"Oh, hey," Dylan said, "I got this new CD, and you have got to check it out." He pressed a button on his stereo and a blast of metallic tones came through the speakers. I cringed slightly, but pretended to move my head to the non-existant beat. I was open to almost any genre of music, techno being the only exception. I glanced over at Dylan, who was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel with each note, as if he knew it by heart. When the end of the song finally came, he looked at me expectantly. I gave him a big smile and turned towards the window, knowing I wouldn't be able to keep the facade up for long.

We were cruising through residential streets, and I noticed that the houses where beyond huge, with wrought iron fences and balconies to go with every window. We pulled to a stop in front of one with 10 foot hedges and a driveway that would have made a sufficient parking lot.

"This is it!" Dylan said brightly, running a hand through his gorgeus blonde hair. I opened my door and stepped onto the stone walkway that lead up to the front door. I raised my hand to knock.

"Don't bother." I looked at Dylan in suprise. "The party is already in full swing, nobody will be able to hear us." I nodded and twisted the gilded handle. The door opened into a beautiful entryway, with a walk- in coat closet and a delicately woven carpet. I pivoted so I could see the whole room. Dylan took my hand, smiled, and led me through the wonderful home until we reached the kitchen.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked, opening the fridge. "They've got pop, beer, juice..."

"Coke, please." I told him. He handed it to me and I wrinkled my nose as he got himself a Coor's Light. I could hear the music from where were standing. Dylan lead the way out of the expensive, modern kitchen and into the back yard. There were at least 200 people in attendence, about a fourth of them drunk. There way a glowing bonfire to the left, and a sparkling pool to the right. People were jumping in with their clothes on and running to the fire to heat up.

Dylan started walking towards the bonfire, and I followed, nervous I would get lost. We sat down next to each other on lawn chairs and sipped our drinks. Dylan knew just about everyone, but never introduced me, which I always thought was incredibly rude. The couple next to me were in the midst of eating eack others faces off, so I wasn't about to make friends with them. After 20 minutes, Dylan was still talking to his friends, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I didn't have to pee, so I just walked around the house- no, mansion- for a while. I was determining whether or not they had a real Picasso when someone bumped into me.

"Sorry," I heard a familiar voice mumble. I looked up to see Fang with a smirk on his face. I smiled, happy to see someone who would talk to me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. The smirk grew more pronounced.

"Living the teenage dream, can't you tell?" I laughed

"No, really." The smile left his face.

"Well...I-" Fang was cut off by a siren, and he looked relieved. I think it dawned on him, though, because his face grew slightly panicked. I felt a knot grow in my stomach, Oh, my God. This cannot be happening. I knew fully well that I had done nothing wrong, but I could not help the panic that enveloped me.

"Max, did you have anything to drink tonight?" Fang asked, sounding surprisingly collected I shook my head, and he looked like he calmed down a little. "I still think we should split," he said, and I nodded. No way was I getting in trouble for nothing. We saw the lights flashing through the window, so we snuck out a side door. We crept into the driveway,and it ocorred to me the he didn't have a car, being only 14. I looked at him and saw him unlocking his bike.

I almost couldn't see him in the night, but he smiled at me and his bright white teeth stood out against the blackness. My heart did a little flip.

"Trusty steed, at your service." I grinned at him and hopped into the basket, suprised that he'd biked the whole way here. He pushed off the asphalt stealthily, so that the cops didn't see us. Fang slowly pedaled down the driveway.

We were almost home free, when a female cop started strolling down the driveway. I automatically tried to leap into the nearest bush.

But let me tell you something. Hedges? Are dense. So I pretty much rammed my head into a bush, and then got my hair stuck, so I couldn't move. I tried ripping it out, but it wouldn't budge.

I heard some snickering, and heard Fang throw his bike over the hedge and out of site. Then, he came over to me and softly and skillfully untwisted my hair. Even though the policewoman was seconds away from busting us, I shivered when his hand brushed my neck on accident.

I felt the last piece of my stupid, long, blonde hair being pulled loose, and Fang and jumped over the bush. We listened to the woman walk by. I thought about our recent predicament, and couldn't help but find it humorous. I covered my mouth with my hand and burst into hysterics. I was silent, but I was laughing so hard I was crying. I glanced up at Fang and saw that he, too, was struggling to control his laughter.

Finally, we could no longer hear her steps, so I finally removed my hand. I heard Fang laugh, too, which just mademe laugh harder. We must have layed there for at least 5 minutes until we could bear to stand up.

I stood up and wiped the tears frommy eyes. I helped Fang put the bike back on the road and got back in the basket. We rode to my house in silence, but it was comfortable. He stopped in front of my porch, and I let out another giggle.

"Well, that was interesting." I proclaimed, grinning at him. He gave me a small smile and nodded.

"Thanks, Fang," I reached out an hugged him without thinking about it. I thought about I was doing, and was about to pull back, when I felt his stong arms wrap around me. It felt surprisingly nice, and we stayed there for a second.

"Max! You're home early! How was- Oh. Umm... See you inside!" Nudge said, peeking her head out of my front door. I quickly released Fang and gave him a little, embarrassed, smile. He looked a little shocked. (Which basically means he blinked)

"Well... thanks again and... see you tomorrow!" I turned around really fast and was in the door in a flash.

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