All righty now. Here is one of the random stories that I wrote under my covers with a book light when my parents thought I was sleeping. It's actually a small collection of stories from when Fang was eleven (it's in his POV). So, here is the first one.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, except my pillow that I have named Fang II. Yeah, it's weird. Deal with it. We were all on a bus and it was 3 in the morning and Demetri wanted me to name it Alfonzo, so I named it Fang II.

…The spot you kissed me…

There was definitely something special about Max. Although she was tall, she seemed so small, so delicate. Even when she was fighting, she was beautiful.

I smoothed Max's hair against her forehead. She stirred, but stayed asleep against my chest. Jeb reached out to take her from me, but I shook me head. I wanted to carry her.

"She's heavier than she looks," Jeb warned me. He turned to pick up Angel in one arm and Gazzy in the other. Iggy had already taken Nudge upstairs and shut his door just after I passed it with Max asleep in my arms. I lay Max on her bed and put the covers over her. I gently brushed my lips to her forehead.

"Night, Max," I whispered. As I left the room, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max reach up and touch the spot on her head where I had kissed her. As I shut the door, I saw her smile.

Sorry it was so short. It looks longer on paper. Okay, so you don't have to review this. Not at all do you have to review this. But unless you want me to go stark raving mad, I suggest you review. But that's only if you don't want me to be committed to a madhouse. Oh, who am I kidding? Please review! I beg you!!!!!!!