Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride… blah, blah… blah… JP does
A/N:Thank you guys for all your help! Sorry if I couldn't use your suggestion. Sorry this is so short… and late. I never was good with dead-lines.
Disclaimer:I don't own Maximum Ride… blah, blah… blah… JP does
Fang's Diary (yeah, that's right. You didn't read it wrong)
Fang's POV
I was getting impatient (not that I'd admit it). When where we going to stop for the night? Ah, finally. Max banked down into a clearing and did a quick 360. She nodded and we dropped down. I help set up camp then went off into the woods alone. I walked for a bit then stopped when I was a good distance from the camp. Looking around to make sure I hadn't been followed I pulled out a something from my pack, a book. The cover was bluish-green with faeries and had the words 'Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust'scrolled across it. I grinned just looking at it. Flipping to the next blank page I began today's entry:
January 18, 2008
Dear BunnyWubbles,
Today was grueling. I really miss Phillip, my stuffed bunny; he was a very patient listener. I told him everything, how I felt and what I wish I'd done instead of being all emo-ish. Too bad he was destroyed in the explosion. Max looked really pretty today, especially when she was flying. …
Third Person POV
While Fang poured out his feelings, Max tried to keep from laughing. Fang, non-emotional, emo-ish Fang, had a diary!A freaking diary!This was unbelievable. She had to get her hands on it. As Max watched Fang shut the book with a contented sigh. Before he could put it away, she used her super speed to run to him, grab the diary, and ran back in the time it took him to blink. Fang look up, cursing, and ran after Max. She laughed and kept up the pace to stay just ahead of him, waving the book like a trophy.
"Fang has a diary!" Max said, bursting into the clearing where the rest of the Flock had just finished setting up camp.
"Do not! It's a man journal!" Fang said running in seconds later to the Flock's laughter. His attempt to stop the laughter backfired, they just laughed harder. Max flipped to the first entry and began to read.
"October 31, 2007
Jeb had given me this… this… I really don't know what to call. I guess you'd call it a diary, but I refuse. He said it's supposed to help with my 'feeling.' I swore never to use it but since Phillip (my adorable purple bunny) is gone I might as well."
Iggy fell to the ground and as Fang tried to get back his 'man-journal.' This continued on for several more entries. They stopped when to their shock and amazement as Fang started to cry.
"I just want my book back!" He wailed. The Flock just stared in amazement. Fang never cried, never. It was a fact of life. Or wasa fact of life. It was right about then that Max noticed things weren't normal (or as normal as it can get for a group of kids with wings), like the fact Iggy was wearing a pink tutu, and how Total was talking to Brittney Spears (despite the fact he hated her with a vengence). She blinked, there was no way this was real, it had to be a dream. That would explain why Ari and his flyboy pals were doing the can-can, and why the red-hair wonder was being mauled by sadistic poodles (but hey, was that really so bad? I thought not).
Max woke just in time to see Fang sneak of into the forest with a book… She did not want to know.