"Disappear where?" You know what they say: curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.

I was breathless, talking as fast as I could. I was afraid if I stopped talking, even for a second, I’d start sobbing again. “Whoa, there.” Fang smiled and reached up, tracing a hand down the side of my face, winding strands of my hair around his fingers. “Stop talking and let me just tell you how great it is to wake up staring at your face. Okay?

Hollywood is a peculiar beast - people in Hollywood are nuts.

When are you going to trust me Max?" asked Fang. "When I go completely bonkers," I laughed.

the next morning, fang and i broke up. now let me get this strait, i broke up with him. a split second after he broke up with me.

Assume nothing, question everything.

Max?” said the Gasman. “Are those, um, rats?” Lovely. “Yes, those do appear to be either rats or mice on steroids,” I said briskly, trying not to shriek and climb the walls like a girly-girl.