Disclaimer: Okay, look. I don't have time for this. It's called FAN fiction for a reason, people!

Max, venomously sweet: Hey, Lissa? Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?

Lissa, cheerleader-ly peppy: Sure, Max! What can I do for you?

(Max walks into empty classroom and shuts and locks door behind herself and the Red-Haired Wonder, pulling down the shades over the small window in the process)

Max, getting straight to the point: You know Fang, sorry, Nick, right?

Little voice in Max's head (not THE Voice, just A voice): Heck yeah she does.

Lissa, still peppily oblivious: Uh-huh! We have home room together!

Max, getting angry: Well, I'm sure you know his tongue, in any case. You seem to be very well acquainted with his mouth.

Lissa, confused: What do you mean?

Max, really, really angry: Well, I saw you two lip locked in here this afternoon, and I just want to tell you a few things:

His name is FANG, not NICK.

He is not, I repeat, NOT my brother, adopted or other-wise.

If you knew him for real, the way I do, you would run screaming in the other direction at the sight of him.

He's MINE. Got it, Red Haired Wonder? MINE.

Lissa, slightly irritated edge to her cheerleader chirp: No, he's mine. Not yours, mine. I'm the only one who's 'locked lips with him', after all.

Max, ten thousand times angrier than the RHW: We have kissed before.

Lissa, no sign of peppy-ness: Well, you lost your chance. And there's nothing you can do about it.

Max, really, really, really, really (ect.) mad: Wanna bet?

Lissa, princess fighting instincts coming into play: Sure. I do Aerobics. I KNOW I'm stronger than you.

Max, kick-butt mutant instincts coming into play: Aerobics? AEROBICS? You do Aerobics and you think you can take ME on?

Lissa, indignant: !#$ straight I can!

(Max looks around for intruders or people spying on the little cat-fight in the closet (which is, of course, not really in a closet, but cat-fight in the closet sounds better than cat-fight in the empty classroom to the left of the library, so that's what I'm using) and, seeing none, whips open her wings)

Max, triumphant: Try and beat THAT!

Lissa, stunned to silence: "…"

Max, proudly: These are my wings. And you have…?

Lissa, scared to death: "…" (passes out)

Max, in her evil Angel-Of-Doom voice: MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just then, Max woke up from the best dream she'd had in months. 'Dang it,' she thought. 'It was all a dream.'

"Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha," she said softly to herself. "I really liked the sound of that…."

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Okay, okay. I know. Not really romantic, per-say, but Max DID admit that she had a thing for Fang, isn't that good enough for you?

Please review and tell me if my first attempt at humor was a failor or not.

-Insane Winged Girl