O.K., if anyone hasn't read a story by St. Fang of Boredom, this will not make sense.

At all.

You have been warned.

Max's POV

I knocked on Fang's door, frowning. There was no answer.

"Fang?" I said, leaning against the door. Still nothing. As leader and concerned girlfriend, I decide to deny Fang his constitutional right to privacy and barge in. Hopefully, he wasn't changing.

I turned the knob and the door swung open to revel… an empty room? Wait, that made no sense. I stepped in to get a closer look. Suddenly, I remembered Fang's invisibility trick.

"Fang, if you're waiting to scare me, I will dig out your spleen with a fork and feed it to you." Wow, I need to curb down on the violent thoughts. Especially with the 6-year-old mind reader in the house.

Actually, I'm seven!

Angel, out of my head!

I squinted. Had Fang's bed been slept in? The room was messy, like there…omigod. OH MY GOD!

Fang had been kidnapped.