Fang P.O.V

I rolled over onto my side, just waking up when suddenly the memory of the day before came flooding back. I heaved a deep sigh, which may not have my cleverest move to date seeing as I inhaled a handful of dust and exploded into a coughing fit. I wasn't even properly awake yet, what a good start to my day.(can you hear the sarcasm, if not you may want to consider getting help, professional help not like normal help where someone carries your bags to the car or anything PROFESSIONAL help *said in Mexican accent* *no idea why*). It takes skill to be clumsy while asleep, a skill I happen to possess. Lucky me!(again sarcasm)

Levering myself into a sitting position I leaned against the wall of the cave I'd been crashing in, to take an inventory of my first day without the flock…..and Max . It sucked so far to be honest ,I'm only just up and I nearly killed myself that just shows how bad I'm coping without her ….I mean them.

I had my reasons for leaving sure and they were good reasons, believe me! But that didn't make it any less sucky. I cringed as I thought back to the note. The emotionless, expressionless and oh so silent Fang had vanished and left a lovesick lost puppy in his place.

I sat trying to convince myself I was doing a good thing, I was helping them. And more importantly I was helping her, by staying away ( that's the sucky part) this thought led me to compare my life with 'Twilight' or 'Newmoon' to be more specific and yes I know me ? Fang ? referring to 'Twilight' well yes I've heard the story, the whole world's heard the story at this stage so keep your gasps to a minimum please !Edward leaves Bella to protect her, she goes gaga. Blah blah blah blah. So I guess in this situation I'm Edward, Max is Bella (hopefully she won't go gaga) and Dylan is Jacob. Now I know Edward chickens out and goes back after a whole load of hoopla but I'm stronger than that(I hope) and there is no way I'm going to turn Max into a vampire and yes this analogy does make sense in my head.

So there I was no flock, no, food and no laptop. Sigh! My stomach chose this moment to rumble which made me miss food, which made me miss Iggy's food, which made me miss Iggy. That damn blind cooking pyro birdkid and his delicious eggs. Mmmm eggs! Uuggh, now I want eggs.

With nothing else to do now I was a lone birdkid I decided to weigh the pros and cons of my new fangled situation(get it fangled, god I'm good, I mean really good). Anyway pros and cons here we go …..

Pros

Can sleep whenever

Keeping Flock safe

Helping Max save the world

Can eat whatever I want

Dylan will make Max better

Cons

No Max

Without Max

Max's gonna hate me

Want Iggy's eggs

Dylan will make Max better

Enough with the pros and cons I'm depressing myself plus I'm hungry. What's new? I think it might have had something to do with all the egg talk. To a non-dumpster Mcy D's breakfast. If you think about it's actually kinds' healthy. I mean there some of them have got to be good for you. Right?As I sat chomping on my tasty chemicals I began thinking deep and philosophical thoughts. Like what I was going to do with my I may be. Emo I am not (contrary to popular opinion). Yoda I also am not. I finally came up with three plans each brilliant in their own way.

Plan number 1) Move to Argentina, dye my hair, change my name to Carlos, learn the tango and become a gigolo.

Plan number 2)Go back, beg for Max's forgiveness and put flock in danger(this option appealed to me more than it should have, but hat can I say I'm weak).

Plan number 3)Search for my own flock like Dr. Gutenheimenhermansherman or as I prefer to call him Dr. Good- Burger said I should and help save the world.

I pondered my conundrum for a while knowing I had only one real option. A gigolo it is then ! Ha-ha yeah right am I good or what ? Okay for cereal this time I'm gonna get a flock and help save the world. The only problem being I have no idea how !

Having finished all of my highly chemical yet yummy (yes I did in fact just say yummy gat over it ) food I left Mc D's wondering how to kick-start my new plan into action. I was still very deep in thought when a dancing computer caught my eye. That's right people a dancing computer ! No I am not on drugs, no the stress of leaving has not caused me to start seeing things and lastly no it was not an experiment from the school sent to kill me. This thought had briefly and I mean briefly crossed my mind before I realised it was a sign. Not from god so all you bible-addicts sit back down and stop cheering "wooohoo I knew he could hear us" the sign was for PC World they were having a sale.

As I wandered in I gave the place a quick 360 before picking out a laptop to my taste. Guess what colour it was, if you guessed black congratulations you're not a complete idiot ! Go you ! If you guessed any other colour go and read the first six books my friend because I haven't the time or the patience to explain it to you, as you obviously have not been paying attention in which case I say tsk-tsk shame on you. If however you have hit your head are now an amnesiac then I am very sorry for your loss I know how you feel as I lost my mind recently so I share your pain.

As I waited at the abandoned cashiers desk (a.n I hate it when they do that) I noticed how strange it was that I was the only person in the store besides a cute little old lady who was making her way over to the queue. She seemed sweet so I said she could go in front of me, well kinds' it was more like I made a gesture with my arm. I then mentally kicked myself, I did not like this new unselfish Fang he was getting on my nerves. I stood there arguing with myself in my head. It sounded something like this " it was nothing just being a gentleman" "since when have I been a gentleman" " it's not like I'm in a hurry" " that's not the point" "then what is the point" " the point is …. the point is uuggh I don't know what the point is" " then shut up" "you shut up" "no you shut up" . "Oh my God I'm telling myself to shut up this is getting out of hand" and so on and so forth.

While I was having this inner battle with myself , the sweet old lady turned around and smiled at me. Now what happened next threw even me and I'm used to this kind of thing. SHE SPOKE ! I know ha-ha Fang is afraid of the talking old lady. But trust me it was scary. Her voice came out like a deep growl, now I don't know many old ladies (and by many I mean none) but I was pretty sure that wasn't normal. Which is probably the only thing that stopped me from passing out with shock when she pulled off her face, I man mask to reveal the long snout of an eraser. Peachy. Just freakin' peachy. Maybe I should have been a gigolo after all.