(A/n Wow, I am really inconsistent. Yesterday was my schools prom, it was really fun. Wanna know why? Of course you do. It was fun because I totally showed up my man stealing bitch of an ex-best friend. The look that she gave me when I walked in was priceless :[]. I felt like a show stoppa, son! Ha-ha anyway, story time kiddies.)

Friday! Finally! I groaned in my mind, I was sitting in eighth period art getting ready to chop Nudges lips off when Fang looked over at me. He looked at me as if saying "What's the matter?" I pointedly stared at Nudge and Fang laughed. "Get over it," He said propping a folder up so I couldn't see what he was drawing. I shrugged it off and turned my head to the left to listen in to the popular tables' conversation.

"And I was all Ohmagawd Karen that dress is so pretty! But it really wasn't, at all." said Lissa. Bitch I thought "Oh my god, Lissa! You didn't? Ha-ha Karen is so ugly!" squealed Brigid. I flipped around in my chair and snapped "Excuse me! You bitches have no room to talk! I saw Karen's dress and it was gorgeous! Just because you stupid redheads love dressing like cum guzzling sluts doesn't give you a right to bitch about the way someone else dresses!" By the time I was done the whole class was silent, and the red wonders face matched to color of their hair… tomato red.

The teacher's eyebrows rose "Mackenzie Martinez to go the office NOW!" he screamed. I gathered my stuff and was about to walk out the door when Fang shot up. "Yes Mr. Ride?" he laughed "Did you have something to say?" Fang grabbed his backpack and leather jacket and said "Yeah. Suck my balls Mr. Garrison." The teacher sputtered and Fang and I walked out the door toward the office laughing the entire way there.

In the end Fang and I got suspended, but it was just an early spring break treat. Neither mine nor Fang's parents got mad. In fact they applauded us.

I squeezed Fang's hand as both of our fatherly parental units burst into uncontrollable laughter, while both of our mothers' faces were pinched and angry. My dad asked me "Where did you hear cum guzzling slut from?" My mother spoke up "Hun! I bet it was from that Dillon fellow. He strikes me as a bad-ass wanna be." Fangs parents just stayed silent listening to my parents rant. I gave him a look and pulled him upstairs to my room. Then I shut the door with my hip saying "Hell, my 'rents are never going to shut up so I figured I could bring you to 'my cave'" His mouth quirked up. "Nice," he grunted. He opened my closet and just barely dodged the waterfall of clothes and shoes. "Umm, yeah," I laughed shoving them back in. Then we began kissing lightly.

We pulled apart panting slightly, I felt like the most absolutely lucky girl in the entire world! My stereo randomly turned on so I pushed Fang away from me so I could reach back and turn it off. He gave me Bambi eyes that I barely resisted. I smiled at him then sprang up running from the room in an exited frenzy. I had just remembered my new skateboard that dad bought me.

"Fangles lets go to the skate park!" I laughed and ran down to the garage. We grabbed my skate boards and were off. As I was riding Fang came running next to me. He caught me just in time to stop me from biffing it over a huge pot hole "Um, babe, I think you should stick to walking for a while. Hopefully every time this happens I'll be there to catch you…" (A/n Aweehh! God, I'm so romantically deprived…) His face reddened at his comment and I laughed. "Also, babe, I was wondering if you'd like to go to prom…?" I squealed and said "Of course I'll go to prom with you love... If you take me to the race in Moundhouse next weekend!" his face brightened. "YEAH!" I snuggled in closer, just for good measure.

-Next Friday-

My Phone rang, and I answered "Hello?" Fang answered on the other line saying "You ready?" I hefted my duffel bag off my bed and lugged it downstairs, saying "For sure… stoked!" He laughed then hung up.

I waved goodbye to my parents as we pulled away in Fang's truck. We got to the race just in time. Fang paid for the pit passes and we drove in. I saw Sam and Lissa and instantly wanted to puke. Fangles put my bracelet on then kissed my wrist. We got out and unloaded his bike, heavy damn thing I must say.

I was situated on the bleachers by myself watching my honey kick ass at his race, when I felt a chill I looked behind me and there was Nudge, Dylan, and Angel glaring at me. "Why didn't you tell us you'd be here? Don't ask why we are because Dyl's Boy toy is racing. Angel and I thought you DIED! Are you going to prom with Fangles, 'cuz rumor is you-" Dylan slammed her hand over Nudges mouth "Ahh, well sit down then you losers!" I mumbled into my blanket.

Fang won of course. He is just amazing like that ha-ha. My mom called me and told me that I could stay in town so that I could get a dress for prom, but on one condition. That Fang and I stay in different hotel rooms. So here I am lying in a hotel room with Nudge talking at me about dresses and blah, blah, blah. "Max! With your hair color and eye color a red dress would be ravishing!" Dylan shouted, Nudge followed with "NO Dylan! Max, pink would suit you best!" I shivered and said "HELL FUCK NO! I hate pink. I would rather die..." Angel looked at all of us and said calmly "No, Max, Fang is thinking Purple." I thanked her in my head and said "Thanks Angel baby."

- Saturday A.M. –

"Angel, I swear to God if you throw another pink dress over this door, so HELP me I WILL KILL YOU!" I shouted. Though, it didn't have as much affect as usual, because my voice was muffled by about six hundred layers of Toole. This dress shopping had not been going well, at all. I was sweaty and tired and hungry.

(Max: regular Fang: Italic)

Babe! Save me! And while you're at it feed me! Please!

What store sweetheart?

Freaking Charlotte Russe! Gag me with a metal spoon!

Be there in .5

3

3 u 2

I squealed and threw my shirt back on, then my shoes. "The cavalry has arrived, you sissy!" shouted Dylan. Flying out of the stuffy dressing room I slammed into his arms. "Jesus Max! What have you been eating? Rocks?" my love asked breathlessly. "You know it! 'Cuz none of these HOES feed me!" He laughed and said "Lets getcha some lunch then, darling fat ass!" I slapped him.

I don't mean to sound full of myself, and I usually don't, but I think when every girl and every guy you passed in the mall was staring at you and your boyfriend that is grounds for tooting your own horn. I'm just saying.

Finally, oh, finally, we made it to the food court. "So darling fat ass, what are you eating today?" I growled playfully at his rude, but endearing name for me. "I will have a burger, and a banana, Strawberry shake from Orange Julius, and I am paying!" I shouted. We raced to the line in an understanding that whoever got there first was paying. Fang won, but I hate it when he pays for my crap when I am perfectly and amazingly able to afford it. He made our order and I found the only table that was open in the entire fucking court next to a group of teenagers from our school.

"Hey Max, here with your mommy?" One of the jock guys asked. "Oh, for sure I love shopping with your Dad's credit card too!" I knew that was going to get me in trouble but I could care less. He growled and stood up. Come at me bro. I thought to myself.

At that moment my gloriously sexy boyfriend decided to show up. "Problem dude?" he asked nonchalantly. "Naw man, not at all" Leatherman said. "Good, enjoy your, uh, pretzel." Fang answered back. He then turned to me "Okay now what really happened Max?" I laughed, and then told him about our rather rude conversation. Soon both of us were laughing. I nommed on my burger, and slurped loudly on my Julius. Soon I was groaning from being so full.

"Okay babe, it's been like forty-five minutes since we saw your crazies. It's quiet, too quiet. Let us beat a hasty retreat to the nearest dress shop and get cha a dress, yeah?" he said. I nodded and off we were.

We went to Macy's first, and fang even helped me pick out dresses! "Alright love, am going to try these stupid dresses on, I'll be right back," I said smooching him on the check. I had five dresses in my inventory. First, a red dress that was really low cut in the back and hung off the shoulders in the front, didn't fit in the chest area, of course. Next was a blue one that was floor length with diamonds decorating the bust, didn't fit either, of course. I didn't even try on the black one because it was just too showy, and I ain't about that life, y'know, I like to cover the bases. Lastly was the purple one that Fang chose for me, it was short, but not like, "Here let me bend over and show you my crotch" short. The front was really droopy, but it was a nice droop. The back was down low enough to where you could see my back behind my hair, not too far though. "Fang!" I shouted out the door. "Yo?!" He shouted back. "Are you outside the door?" duh Max, dumbass. "Yes. Did you find the one?" I smiled "Ten- four general." With that I stepped out. His jaw hit the floor. "Damn, that is for sure the one. Next stop check out counter." I laughed again and pecked him on the check and trotted back to the dressing room. In no seconds flat I was at the checkout counter. That time I won the 'Pay race'. Point for me!

"Dude, Fang, where in the Sam Hell are we going? I asked as he led me around blindly. "You'll see," he chuckled.

We were outside Spencer's a place where they allegedly sold lingerie, bongs, and stuff of the like. "C'mon Babe, That dress isn't complete without… LINGERIE!" he held up a black piece of clothing, if you could even call it that, and demanded that I buy it or he will. I chose the latter and waited outside the store, mortified. Fang came out minutes later with pink cheeks… "Ugh, I cannot believe you want me to wear THAT!" I pointed disdainfully at the Spencer's bag. He chuckled throwing his arm around my waist. "You know it's been like two hours since I've seen the girls, I guess I will have to text them" I muttered.

(Max: Regular Nudge: bold)

Dude Nudge, where you be? Slut!

Bitch I could've asked you the same damn question!

Sorry! Fang took me dress shopping. I found the one, where you at?

Running towards the person standing outside the Spencer's store! He bought you lingerie! You're so wearing it!

Yeah, yeah. See ya

"Hoe bag! Nice to see you after two damn hours! Dyl and Ange left me, because they had to head home, that means I have to catch a ride with you and Fangles, speaking of, how are you sir? I am amazingly annoyed at your little pumpkin. Show me the dress before I go crazy!" I laughed and pulled it out. For once she was completely speechless. "What shoes?" she said coming out of her coma. "Actually I was thinking by black on black high top converse…" I mumbled not wanting her to freak out, Lucky me, that she chose today not to argue.

"Okay Max and Nudge, we have one more stop to make before we can head home. Are you ladies okay with being home late?" he asked as we got into his extra cab, long bed Ford. "Nope, no argument Fangles," I answered for both Nudge and I. We pulled up outside a tattoo shop. "Oh hell Fang Now your bad boy persona will definitely be amplified by a tattoo!" He chuckled at me and got out, running around to open the door for Nudge and me. He was being polite… too polite.

We walked timidly into the parlor and were me by the sound of buzzing needles and forced, and pained small talk. "Ayo Reggie, I'm here!" Fang shouted at the secretary, a massive black man typing away on a computer. "Aye Nick, was sup? You here for a consultatio—jus' playin', you here for some body art!" he joked back to Fang. In no time flat my honey was laying in a dentist looking chair with his shirt off. As I clearly checked out his body I noticed that he already had many tattoos. Musical notes up his left arm, tribal tattoos on his right and black raven wings on his shoulder blades with a name in between them. I would have to ask him about that later.

"Alright Nick, what are you getting this time little bro? I have got to stop being an enabler to your addiction!" the man tattooing Fang said. "Okay, it might offend you a little but, you know the back story as to why I am getting it. I want an "Above the Influence" arrow on the inside of my forearm, can you do that for me?" he asked the artist in a reverent voice. "Sure dude,"

I had been being quiet for the whole time, but as I glanced fleetingly over at nudge I knew she was about to explode. "Fang, we have a lot to talk about after this, but Motor mouth over here is about to explode, we're going for a walk. Call me when you are done," he nodded, and Nudge and I left.

Once out the doors nudge exploded "Damn girl I didn't know your boyfriend was so ripped and sexy, I didn't know he had tattoos either, or a brother. I saw that name in the middle of his wings it was "Alesana" who was that? Also how were you not being squeamish? You were staring right at the needle every time it went into his skin! I thought you were afraid of needles! I am starving!" she finished her rant, and all I could feel was numbness in my heart. Had I really not known that much about my boyfriend? What a terrible girlfriend I am! I burst into tears right then and there. "Nudge! What am I going to do? I know nothing about him and we have been going out for six months now! What the hell?!" I shouted attracting stares from passers-by. "Bitch," she said. "Shut the hell up, seriously? You'll fucking ask him and grow the shit up," I was taken aback by her harsh words, but I did see the truth in them.

"Max, we have a lot to talk about, but I am done and I thought you would like to see my tattoos in a different light…" Fang said quietly over the phone after a silent and painful two hour long ride home. "Sure Fang. I just can't believe I hardly know much about you and we have been going out for six whole months!" I shouted quietly back to him. "Okay well I'm coming over then, Is your window open?" "Yep, as always,"

I decided to pass the time waiting for Fang by tidying up my basically spotless room. My parents hadn't seen the lingerie yet and I was planning on them never seeing it either. After prom, I was totally going to burn it. I made my bed and took the laundry to our nifty laundry chute. Basically it is a hole in the upstairs drywall, with a cabinet to hide it, which is directly above the laundry room. I dropped the contents of my basket down and went back into my room. Fang was there lounging on my bed.

"Hey," was all he said. I was suddenly infuriated. "Hey? So like, explain EVERYTHING, starting with your life story." I demanded.

"My family was never very close. I had two older brothers that I only saw for an hour on Christmas, because they lived with my 'Dad'. My 'Dad' was my mom's second marriage so he was really only my step dad, but he was the only dad I ever had. Both of my brothers looked like my step dad. With blonde hair and blue eyes, so when she became pregnant with me, of course my step dad was excited, but when I grew up looking like an Emo kid with dark hair and eyes, he suspected my mother of cheating. She had told him that she had gotten drunk one night with her posse of pieces of shit, and had gotten pregnant with me. As soon as my step father found out, he left her, and in turn left me with a piece of shit mother. She was never around, never came to parent teacher conferences, holiday concerts, or even my birthday. I grew up hungry Max. My step dad, Markel had tried a custody battle with my mom once he found out my living conditions. Obviously he lost. Once I turned fourteen I found myself a job and was able to save enough to pay for the electricity and water bills every week. Not enough to curb my mom's appetite for alcohol and abuse. Once she came home completely smashed and punched me in the face for no reason. She went straight to bed that night. As weeks went by I noticed that she had been getting kind of fat, when I woke up that next morning to her puking, I knew, she was pregnant. Again. This time I knew who the dad was, bastard. Nine months later Alesana was born, I named her. I fed her. I rocked her to sleep. I protected her from that ass, every night of her life. When she turned four I was about 12 and I joined a band. So I was gone almost every day. Of course I took her with me, but one day my mom wouldn't let me, she told me something about, taking her to piano lessons. I came home that night to my mom hunched over a figure on the sofa and a small figure in a pool of blood. I remember the exact words that bitch said to me that night "Useless piece of trash, get me a beer and call 911, then attend to that." Then she gestured to the figure. I walked to the phone and called 911, then walked to the body on the ground. It was Alesana, dead, with a bull… bullet wound in her h-head," at that point fang broke into tears. I jogged to him and hugged him with all my might. "Fang'," I began "I understand now, it was hard to talk about it, you so do not have to continue, if you don't want to," he shook his head "It will be hard for me but I can do it. I need to,"

"When the ambulance got there they pronounced Alesana dead. At this point I fainted, and then woke up in a jail cell. Of course, they assumed that I did it. It's always the troubled older brother, not the scum sucking father. I served for six years. During my time at the penitentiary I built up my strength. When I got out I got her name tattooed between wings, I later colored them in with black, because of her tragic life. Two months later, music brought me out of my bitter depression so that is what the musical sleeve is for. A month after that I got the tribal tattoo, and now the above the influence tattoo, because since Ales died I have not been to a party or smoked, or anything. I've risen above because of her. She was and is my rock." He finished, with a single bitter tear running down his cheek. I kissed it away.

"Fang, how long has it been since you've seen your mom, or Ales' grave?" I asked. "I haven't seen my mom since I blacked out at the accident, and I've never been to her grave," I smiled sadly "Well Fang, I think its about time that you visit your sister," I laid my head down on his lap, and let one single tear run down my face. The fact that he had opened up so much to me touched my heart in ways I couldn't even begin to understand. Just before I fell asleep I heard Fang whisper "And I believe its time for you to divulge your story my strong princess."

(A/N HAHAHAHAHAHA finally! A chapter! Applause for moi! Heheheheh! I hope Fang's story was informative enough! Sorry about the amount of time it took me to write this. My laptop was stolen from me by some of my mother's crack head friends so that they could get their fix. So I am typing this from my parent's desktop…)