As far as I know, no one has done this yet. So here goes nothing.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own MR.

College, as far as Fang was concerned, was no more different than high school. Teachers still judged you, parents still judged you, students still judged you. The only thing that was better was that you got to have classes past eight in the morning.

For the next four years, he was on his own with no one to help him get through but his best friend. But who said she was always going to be there? Besides the proof that she always backed him up for the past four years? This was a whole new world, and he wasn't sure how it would change both of them.

"Are you sure you can drive out on your own?" His mother asked worriedly. She was always like that. At one point, she was worried that he was gay when the only girl who came to visit was Max, and she was just his friend. If only his mother knew how far from gay he really was.

"It's cool, Mom." He replied, wrapping his arms around her in an awkward hug. "Everything's already at the dorms."

Fang was mostly a man of few words. The only times he wouldn't count them was when he was talking to his mom, because his mom would worry and think he was turning mute or something. Other than that, he was good at keeping quiet. But now, since he was going to have a new identity, maybe he would try and start talking more.

Or maybe not.

He gave his goodbyes for the day and got into his car. As he drove away, he could see his parents waving at the rearview mirror. Fang was an only child, and so that left the house to Mr. and Mrs. Karas. It wasn't like it was going to be quieter anyway.

It was about time he got to leave the town. Even if the university he was going to was only an hour or two away. His high school history and reputation was not that tainted, as one would expect. In fact, he had the same routine every single day. But that was until the end of junior year, when he managed to change. And even if he did, the way people saw him didn't.

So he was very, very glad for the clean slate college life was offering.

Deep inside, he was worrying if there were any other people from his high school that enrolled there. As far as he knew, only he and Max got accepted. He didn't want anyone he knew go around campus and spread things about him that were unfortunately true and ruin the fresh start he was supposed to claim.

While he drove, his phone rang, signaling a message. It lit up, and the text on the screen announced that it was from Max. He decided to ignore it, hoping that she got there early in true Martinez- Ride fashion and sped up a little.

Okay, so maybe he was a bit too excited when it came to starting over.

Max was not very fond of people questioning her nickname. Like when people asked her why she didn't use her real name, Maxine, to clear things up that she was a straight girl. Especially during situations like these.

"Yes, ma'am. I clearly remember putting 'Maxine' on the form, because it's my real name. Just because I mentioned in the essay that I like it when people call me 'Max' does not mean I am a lesbian." She told the officer behind the desk. She and her dad were sitting on the other side. After that tiny bit of the essay got through the offices, some dumbass probably got the idea that she was a lesbian and might cause disturbance if she was going to be placed in the girls' dorms.

She wasn't a lesbian. But she was boy- ish. She liked boys, not girls. And even though the simple jeans and t-shirt she wore everyday might've told otherwise, she was a girl. Just not a girly- girl.

"Mrs. Martinez- Ride, you may now leave if you like, and your father and I will find a way to resolve this issue and get you a room in one of the dorms." The woman said. With a grunt, she walked out of the office and headed towards the parking lot to get her things. On the way there, she checked her messages. None from Fang.

As she unlocked her father's car, she felt the back of her neck prickle. He was here.

"Quit breathing, will you?" She said.

That made the corner of his lip turn up a little. It was an inside joke they shared. Back on the first day of high school, when Max was the new kid, she was fixing books in her assigned locker when she got the same feeling. She quickly turned around and came face to face with Fang and quickly snapped, "Will you quit that?"

He had answered, "Quit what? Breathing?" In the calm manner he had. When they became friends, he still appeared behind her silently and then she would always say that. And he liked it, no matter how corny it was.

"I got your text." He replied, holding up his phone. "Where's your dad?"

"Still inside, fighting for my right for some decent lodging." She said, opening the car door and slumping at the edge of the driver's seat. "You can start helping me move my stuff later."

"But didn't your dad say Dylan was supposed to help you?" He asked, referring to her twin brother, who was also going to be his roommate.

"Well, he already crashed in your room." She replied. "He told dad that he'd help me later, but I highly doubt that."

He sat down on the floor next to her seat. "Promise me that if your dad ever wins that argument, you'll set me up with your roommate?"

She smacked him upside the head. "I thought you said you were going to make a fresh start here."

He grinned. "Well what's wrong with 'meeting new people'?"

"Thank God my roommate hasn't arrived yet." Max declared out loud as she put her luggage on the bed by the window. "Or else I would have spent the next two hours lugging all my stuff while you flirt with some blonde- haired, blue- eyed chick."

"But wouldn't that be easier for you?" Fang asked as he dragged a mini fridge into the room. "You wouldn't have to make an effort with setting me and your roommate up anymore." He added, which earned him another smack upside the head.

Max's new room was pretty wide, thanks to the administration being humiliated about the little dorm fiasco. There was a lot of space between the door and the two beds, enough for two desks and two closets. She, of course, chose the side by the window because the amount of sunlight going through was easier to manipulate than how loud the door was going to be opened.

Once all of her stuff got into place, and she had unpacked all of her clothes, they retrieved two cans of coke from the mini fridge and sat across each other on the space between the two beds.

"Cheers to the fact that you are now far enough to not annoy me all the time." Max said as the two cans clanked.

"Cheers to the fact that I may now change everything I need to change for me to become remotely likeable." Fang replied as he opened his can and took a sip.

"What's your game plan anyway? Especially if you don't manage to score my roommate, which is for the best, anyway."

"Still don't have one. I mean, I don't exactly have someone to turn to, and no way am I going to ask Dylan, seeing as he hasn't been in any serious relationships throughout high school. But right now, I am aiming for an intro to Girls 101."

"What, like an intro class? I thought no one ever took intro classes seriously?"

"Well, maybe more than an intro class. But right now I'll settle for that."

"And who's going to help you with that? It'll take a lot of persuasion for anyone here to be immediate friends with you and teach you as soon as possible."

"Who said I had to do that? You're going to teach me."

Even if there was some coke in her mouth, she forced a swallow instead of spitting it out like she normally would. "You do know that I am not that kind of girly, right?" She asked.

He shrugged in reply. "But you're still a girl. You still get PMS and cramps and stuff like that. You still have a tendency to fall for guys, and you know all about girl's fetishes and stuff."

"Dude, no offense, but even if I knew all those stuff, there is no way I'm going to tell you about fetishes in that kind of manner. It just sounds totally wrong."

"So you're saying you can help me, just not about the fetish part?"

"No. I can't help you in general."

"Arm wrestling match?" He asked.

She grinned, knowing that she always won when it came to arm wrestling. "Best out of three." She announced. Beating Fang would be a piece of cake.

But she got that one wrong.

Three arm wrestling matches later, with three consecutive wins by Fang, she realized that he must've gotten stronger over the summer. She sneaked a glance at his biceps, and sure enough, they were more muscular than before.

She sighed. "Okay, fine. But here's a disclaimer: I'm not sure it'll be a hundred, much less more than one, percent effective."

He smiled, satisfied. "It's better than nothing."

"Hey, Dyl, wake up. I'm guessing you need to be fed."

That was not the first time Fang had attempted to wake Max's brother up. There were a couple of times way back when he either needed something for him or when Max dared him to. It wasn't exactly easy, since Dylan slept when he could. Sometimes even in class, though thanks to the back rows, he was rarely caught. So far, the mention of food was the only technique Fang could come up with.

"Get up, Dylan." Fang tried again, nudging his face with the toe of his sneaker. "Max promised to get us some pizza if you wake up in time."

Dylan slowly opened his eyes, and then pushed back Fang's foot. "Dude, I'm sleeping." He mumbled, adding a few choice words at the end. "Can't you just tell her to bring it over here?"

"I'm not sure about that."

"Just tell her. I'm pretty sure she knows that I haven't had any decent sleep in the past forty- eight hours." He grunted, and then went back to sleep.

Fang made the call, and oddly enough, Max agreed to bringing the pizza there. That probably meant that she was pissed, since she wasn't one to do favors for Dylan.

Once she got inside and put the box down, she charged towards Dylan's bed, grabbed the blankets, and quickly jerked the bed away from the wall, so her brother, who was close to the edge, would fall into the abyss of dust bunnies. That woke him up immediately.

"Time for dinner." She said, her arms crossed in an I'm- such- a- bad- ass manner with a smirk on her face.

"What the hell?" He asked, throwing a pillow at her. She quickly stepped aside and watched as it hit the wall.

Fang was used to seeing them like that. The technique Max used to wake him up was new to him, but it was always the same thing: him throwing a pillow and her dodging it.

"Get up." Fang said. "You don't want the pizza to get cold."

Mumbling something under his breath, Dylan trudged across the room and helped himself to a slice.

"So," he said in between bites. "You have any new tactics?"

"I'm over it, Dylan." Fang replied, ignoring the way he raised his eyebrow's suggestively.

"Yeah. He's so much over it that he's actually asking me of all people to help him get into a relationship." Max chimed in.

Dylan took one glance at him and laughed. "What happened to you over the summer?" He asked.

"You mean, two summers ago." Fang corrected.

"Well two summers ago, you weren't asking Max for relationship advice." Dylan said, still trying to control his laughter.

Max looked at him. "I told you that having me teach you about girls was a bad idea."

He snorted. "You also told me that I could never beat you at arm wrestling. And look how that turned out." He replied.

That shut Max up for the remainder of the topic.

"Sweet rooftop you guys have here." Max said as the cold evening air blew through her locks. The two of them decided to check it out after hearing an older student talk about it.

"I'm pretty sure it's just the guys' way of taking the girl out on a date without spending much." He said, eyeing the wooden table and chairs that were tucked in a roofed corner.

Max eyed him suspiciously. "Since when did you become so chatty? You should've surpassed your limit hours ago."

"Fresh start, remember?"

"Are you sure that's going to help?" She asked. He merely shrugged in reply.

"I think you're being a bit too over the top." She added, sitting on a bench provided. It showed good view of the town. No wonder it was placed like that. "I understand what you're trying to do and all, but are you really this desperate that you're turning to me for 'Girls 101'?"

He sat down right next to her. "Yeah, you could say I'm paranoid. But Max, this is pretty much the perfect scenario. It's just you and Dylan who know about the outrageously stupid stuff I've done, and I'm sure neither of you are in any mood to spread it all over campus. Plus, you're my best friend. You'll know how to teach me basics. Even you telling what you know about girls based on yourself is better than nothing."

"Your long speeches are getting to me. If I was your mom, I would be really worrying by now."

He shrugged again.

"You know, Fang, even when I wasn't your best friend, or your friend, for that matter, I didn't think you were a horrible person. Well I did think you were really stupid with no actual sense of humor, but it had nothing to do with it."

Silence.

"And no, I'm not saying this because as the best friend, it's my job to make you feel better. But if it helps, I'm still laughing deep inside about all the outrageously stupid things you've done today."

"Like what?"

"Besides the 'Girls 101' thing, you know that Dylan sort of thought you were trying to seduce him or something."

"He never said anything."

"He's my twin brother. We have that telepathic stuff going on. And did you see his face when you mentioned the pizza?"

"What about it?"

"You know that Dylan always uses pizza and sex in analogies." She said. Then, without any warning, she suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, which made her look and sound weird.

Fang rolled his eyes and punched her in the arm.

"At first he thought that you were…" She said, still giggling.

"He had just woken up." He reasoned.

"But still, you could tell that Dylan was obviously creeped out by the way his eyes bulged out."

"Shut up." He said, hitting her arm again. He didn't find it funny at all. Max was like that sometimes: there were moments that you'd see her laughing at something that didn't appear hilarious, like she had somehow found a joke within it. Either that, or she found something extremely ridiculous and sexual in it.

That was Max, and whether he had liked it or not, Fang had stuck with her all throughout high school. And he was planning to do the same for the next four years.

So, whaddya think?

I apologize if this is really messy, because I didn't have an exact plan on what to write and just typed it out.

(Also, I made Dylan her brother, because when I first read FANG, I imagined him as a hotter, male version of Max and not a Justin Bieber look-alike.)

So, do you think I should continue with this? Tell me in the reviews =D.

See ya in an indefinite number of days =D.