HEY Y'ALLS! I know I know, I'm the worst. I'm not even going to try to come up with an excuse this time. I should just go chuck rocks at myself. Oh the joys of High School. Anyways, this chapter is the chapter where... *FANCAY AWESOMETASTIC CLIMATIC MUSIC* Iggy gets introduced. I tried to get his real personality to a T. So tell me if he's not stupid enough ;) Furthermore, I would like to thank ALL of you for the reviews. A lot of you are asking about Camp Disaster. I usually don't like asking for reviews, but this can be like a poll sort of thing. I know not a lot of people bother with the real polls. So if I can get 12 reviews on this story mentioning Camp Disaster and how much you want me to continue, I will post my already half-way done chapter. Also:

I lOve gIrAfFeS, I have no idea who you really are, but you aren't signed in so I can't reply. But you bring up a good point. PATTY, the kindly old lady that I seem to reincarnate in all of my stories was never glaring at Max. She just thinks that Max must be different or something because Fang never brings his flings with him into his personal life. Pat's relationship with Fang will be revealed. Soon.

That's it I guess. So read and enjoy :)

Stardazed Chapter 5- The Outing

Max POV

God bless us everyone

We're a broken people living under loaded gun

And it can't be outfought

It can't be outdone

It can't be outmatched

It can't be ou-

'Hello?' It had been exactly 5 minutes and 36 seconds since Fang left. Ahem. Not that I was uhm, counting the minutes.

'-cough- Uh hey, Max. I was just uhm, checking to make sure you gave me the right number. I- I'll be going now. Not Not that I was still there I mean, I was but I left an- I'm just gonna hang up. Bye.' Fang's voice came out clearly through the phone. I stifle a laugh at his tone.

'Okay, bye Fang. See you soon.' I say grinning. Nick Valentine was a piece of work.

-The Following Friday-

'ZOMG! I cannot believe you didn't tell me you had a date with Nick Valentine. Actually I can't believe you didn't tell me you actually knew him! MAAAX!' Nudge was yelling. As usual. We were currently sitting on my bed reading teen magazines. Well Nudge was. I was trying to beat the new level of Angry Birds. I may be slightly obsessed with the game.

'Just once Nudge, I wish I had a guy best friend that I could pummel in COD, instead of well… You.' I say, gesturing vaguely to Nudge's picture perfect image.

'GASP! That is sooo not nice Max!'

'Well so-orry. You'd get grumpy too, if I had been squealing in your ear for an hour and a half. How many times do I have to tell you? It's not a date.' I mutter for at least the hundredths time. Not that it made any difference.

'Okay well I'll have to do your hair and make-up. Can't have you meeting famous people looking like a street hobo!' Nudge said muttering, rummaging through her make-up bag.

'Hey! I do not look like a hobo! May hair is combed!' I cry indignantly, but Nudge just continued to talk to herself as if I hadn't said anything.

'Now, I wonder if Fang has any hot famous friends? Maybe he could introduce me?'

'Oh my god. This is hopeless. Okay, Nudge. Go ahead. I give you permission to doll me up. But… the way I like it.' I finally consent. I knew it had been her plan all along. Annoy me into submission. It's the way it always worked. And I'd always end up changing her improvements. We were different, but not. So we meshed together perfectly. And in the end, she was like a sister.

'YAY! Thank you Maxie!' She squealed.

-6 hours later. Kidding. 1 and a half hours later-

'NOFREAKINGWAY! He's here! And he's driving a motorcycle! AAAAAH! Can he get any hotter?' Nudge cries excitedly. Well at least no one can ever sneak up on me with her ever present watch dog personality.

'He didn't.' Fang better not expect me to ride his damned motorcycle. Not that I don't love motorcycles. It's the riding part that I'm not so sure of. It's a good thing I decided to wear skinny jeans and a leather jacket. But of course, as soon as I say that, the door bell rings and in saunters Mr. Hothead. Dressed in road rash. Perfect.

'Hey Max. Hey Max's friend. Nice to see you again.' Fang says grinning proudly, as if he had just accomplished some amazing feat.

'OMG! Nick Valentine knows my name! Aaaah!' Nudge squeals. I'm waiting for her to start frothing at the mouth.

'NUDGE! You're name isn't even Max's Friend. It's Monique!' I cry in exasperation at her compulsive fangirl disorder.

'Well why didn't you say so. Hey Nudge!' Fang says, still grinning.

'Don't you start with me. Did you bring a motorcycle?' I question suspiciously.

'Yup. Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14. Not exactly the best model, but I figured you wouldn't like it if I showed off too much.' He said with a wink.

'Omygod. No way. No way in hell am I riding a motorcycle.'

'Well it's either that or walk. Either way we gotta get moving 'cuz we're burning daylight and I haven't eaten yet.'

'Ugh you're impossible!' I cry as I follow Fang out the door. I wave good bye to an ecstatically grinning Nudge. Then I spot the bike.

'Holy crap. Is that even safe? It doesn't even look like it can fit one person, let alone two!'

'Yup. It's strong enough. 180 horsepower of pure hulking machinery. Aaah, don't you just love it? Come on, let's go for a spin. I promise, I won't let you get hurt.' Fang said, hopping on the bike and holding a hand out.

'Uhm you know what? I think I've changed my mind. Why don't we reschedule. Hehe.' I mutter nervously.

'Max.' Fang reprimands. 'You'll be fine. I won't let anything hurt that pretty face of yours.'

'Gee. Thanks.' I mumble blushing. 'Alright. I better not die, or else I'm coming back to haunt you. You'll have a new edge. Nick Valentine the Haunted-By-A-Ghost Rock Star.'

'Haha. Climb on.' I hop onto the back of the bike, feeling the plush leather seat mold to me. 'You're gonna have to hold on Max. Unless you want to fall that is.' I quickly latch on to Fang, trying to ignore the tingle of nerves that spread from my fingers as I touch him. As soon as he revs the engine, I can feel myself start pour out a cold sweat.

'Uh Fang? Are you sure it should be making that noiiiiii-aaaaaah!' I fling myself onto Fang, pressing my body tightly against his. I clutch desperately at his waist, praying to god that I'd make it through this. I feel Fang deep chuckles vibrating through him, more than I hear him. The noise from the bike is loud and the wind is whipping through my hair.

Slowly, I find the courage to peek my eyes open. And then everything comes into focus. Sort of. The world is rushing by us, making everything look insignificant compared to us. I've never felt more alive. The wind adds to the thrill, and every time Fang makes a sharp turn or over takes a car a feel the adrenaline pump even louder. I was having the time of my life. I loosen my death grip on Fang. One because it's more relaxing, and two, being pressed up against his muscular body was starting to give me dirty thoughts. Not that, I'd ever have dirty thoughts about Nick Valentine. No way.

Fang begins to slow down as he enters the heart of Hollywood. He turns into the parking lot of this fancy looking glass building. It's flat, but huge, with big glass windows and polished metals. The parking lot is filled with VIP looking cars. I notice a sign that says Cappricio Records Inc. in big flashy letters. Fang parks in the spot that says reserved, his sporty motorcycle looking out of place next to the Bentleys and BMWs.

I slide of the bike with a shocked look on my face, I still couldn't believe how thrilling the ride was.

'Fang that was- that was-' I mumble, trying to find the right word.

'Dangerous? Terrifying? Absolutely excruciatingly unbearable?' he suggests.

'AMAZING! I've never felt more alive in my entire life! I mean the speed! The sharp turns! The wind in your face! The lack of constriction. It's absolutely amazing!' I scream, grinning as wide as a slice of watermelon. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you!' I hug Fang around the waist and I can hear him take a sharp inhale of breath. I feel his muscles tensing. I look up to grin at him once again, and his eyes lighten to a raven purple and sort of lose focus as he stares into mine. His mouth forms a lopsided grin and he tightens his arms around me. We stand there, staring at each other for a while. The world melts away. Then...

'Uh Fang? You can let go of me now.' I breathe, constricted.

'Huh? Oh, oh right. Yah. Sorry.' He says, running a hand through his already wind blown hair. He looks even more attractive if that's possible. 'Well come on then. I'll show you around.'

We walk through the shiny automatic doors into a brightly lit room. It looks like some rich people waiting room, with plush leather love seats, artsy coffee tables and piles of magazines on the latest hit stars. There are potted plants and paintings and posters of up and coming artists. I notice that Fang's face appears, a lot.

'Max? Welcome to my record company. It's here that I record my songs, for all the lovely ladies, such as yourself.' Fang gestures grandly. If there were crickets, they would be chirping.

'Wow, it's… fancy.'

'Well this way. There's someone I want you to meet. He should be around here. If we can't find him, we'll just follow the trail of snack wrappers.' I raise my eyebrow at his comment. He opens a door that says 'Valentine Studios'. I guess it's his room then. Or should I say hallway. Past the door is a hallway containing at least 6 or 7 other doors.

'IGGEFREEED!' Fang suddenly shouts, startling the crap out of me. A figure shrouded in a black cloak emerges.

'You called Master Nickolei?' The mysterious man says in a creepy voice.

'How ya doing Igs? Can you lose the cloak? You're kinda creeping out my friend here.' Fang says grinning.

'Fang, who the hell is this?' I ask, tugging on Fang's shirt.

'Iggy, meet Max. Max, meet my best and slightly disturbed friend James. But everybody calls him Iggy.' Fang says grinning. The man takes of the cloak to reveal a tall lanky strawberry blonde, with the biggest widest grin I have ever seen. Great, an over sized kid.

'HEY! I am very normal sized thank you very much! I just at my veggies when I was younger, unlike somebody.' The blond guy protested. Oh, I musta said that out loud.

'At least my name isn't Iggy, Iggy.' I shoot back. Then Iggy's face turns into the most hilarious expression I've ever seen. It's like halfway between confused, bitch-slapped, completely and mentally retarded.

'I think I'm going to go cry in my emo corner now.' He mumbles, turning away in defeat.

'I think today is going to be a very interesting day for the three musketeers.' Fang says, swinging an arm around each of us. Iggy punches him in the stomach.

'Ooof.'

I: That was a completely unnecessary chapter! I'm not even like that! I would never wear a black cloak. It would totally clash with my hair! This is why you need Iggy supervision whenever you write chapters. So i can prevent things like this from happening. THIS ISN'T FABULOUS AT ALL!

A: ...Iggy... are you gay?

I: WTF? NO! If you want me to prove it to you... I can... *Wiggles Eyebrows*

A: Maybe in your sweetest dreams, hun. *Shove*

I: Oooooow. I think you broke something.

A: Good. So our lovely friend *snicker* Iggy was introduced this chapter. I think I will enjoy writing about him. Iggy's actually my favourite character. Despite his idiocy.

I: I always knew you had a thing for me. Come on, let's get this over with. I know a nice corner where we can make out without being disturbed.

A: Do I need to hurt you again?

I: Well I do like it roug-MFJGKS

A: *Hand over Iggy's fat mouth* SHUT UP. Freaking hell. Read and Review. Before I'm forced to murder this igiot.