AN: This is CA again. Actually, it is almost ALWAYS CA. So when in doubt, compliment me. ANYWAYS, this is called Mistexts… a switched a few letters from Mistakes. This is NOT a oneshot, but it will be if I don't get more than 5 reviews…and trust me, you're gonna want me to update. You will not find out (though you might guess) why it is called Mistexts in this chapter. I love all readers. So reciprocate my love and review.

Claimer: The same phone as Fang!!!! (see below)

Disclaimer: This again? I will restate the obvious… CAROLINE A IS NOT JAMES P (AND NOT POTTER). SO ANYWAY…READ!!!

I am pathetic. Seriously, I am probably the most pathetic human avian hybrid to ever fly in the sky. Yeah, you heard me. I am 98% human, 2% avian with actual, working wings. Pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. Anyways, on to why I am so pathetic: I was forced, under the gaze of four sets of Bambi Eyes, (the entire flock excepting Fang) to buy everyone in the Flock a cell phone. So now I am being dragged, (quite literally), into the nearest cell phone store at the mall. I REALLYhate malls. REALLY, REALLY hate them. Really.

"Hey Max, didja know that every single person who owns a cell phone says that it makes their lives easier? Didja? Well I was wondering if that meant that they had to escape from rampant Erasers and cells made it easier. If everyone were fighting Erasers though, that would make our job easier because we wouldn't be alone. When we were in Hawaii, did you notice how alone you felt under the water? If we had cell phones, you wouldn't have felt alone. Do cell phones work under water? I want a purple phone. Or a turquoise one, or a pink one with blue rhinestones, can I get rhinestones Max?" Nudge broke into my internal misery party. My head reeled for a minute. It never ceases to amaze me how she can go from cell phones, to Erasers, to Hawaii, to waterproof cell phones, to colors, to rhinestones.

"Er, no." I said. It was bad enough she was getting a cell phone; I don't want to have a crisis because a rhinestone fell off while we were flying for our lives.

I was swept through the doors with the rest of the Flock. They immediately spread out; looking for the different phones they wanted. Surprise, surprise, Fang stayed behind to reassure me before disappearing somewhere. I sighed; I might as well start looking too.

Fifteen minutes later, the Flock met me at the register. Money doesn't really matter to us, seeing as I have the never-ending MaxBankCard. They lined up and presented me with the phone of their choice. Angel had a LG Chocolate 3 in light blue. Gazzy had a Motorola MotoRazr V3m in red. Iggy had a Samsung A777 in lime green. Nudge had a Nokia N72 in pink. Both Fang and I got Pantech Matrixes, his in black, mine in navy. (AN: I (CA) HAVE THIS PHONE IN BLACK TOO!!! FANG AND I ARE MEANT TO BE!!!)

After Nudge complained that she was hungry I forced Fang to take the rest of them to a Burger King or whatever else was in the food court. I got many weird looks. At first I thought it must be because my wings were showing, but then I realized that it was just weird to see a girl who looks (keyword: LOOKS) to be about 17 or 18, holding six rather nice phones in checkout. I tapped my foot as the line inched along.

What seemed like an HOUR later, the others came back, just as I finished purchasing the phones. We walked over to a couple of benches and sat down while the others finished with their food. I turned and was about to tell everyone to get ready to leave when I saw Angel do our sign. It means that she has read something in someone's mind (yes, Angel is a six-year-old mind reader) that I need to know about immediately. I froze, and after handing out the phones, edge to the corner of our sitting space and beckon her over.

"What is it? Is it Erasers? Flyboys? M-Geeks?" I ask hurriedly pulling my head back to quickly check out the immediate area.

"No, silly. I just wanted you to know that Fang is acquiring quite a few fangirls that will be coming over here any moment to accost him. And you have your own bunch of… fan…guys that are also coming over here." She smiled angelically at me before skipping back to sit with the others. I let out a breath. We're safe for now. And then someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I think I might have killed him if I hadn't been worried about being inconspicuous at the mall, and actually looked where I was about to kick. The boy standing behind me had to be the best-looking human male I have ever seen, but still a distant second to Fang. Fang is just too hot for words. Crap. I must be losing it. Forget I ever said that. I don't like Fang…

Back to the mysterious boy. He was just over my height, with the exact shade of blond hair as me, and the loveliest dark green eyes. I almost killed an angel, I thought to myself before shaking my head. Turning around I noticed that Fang was talking to the sluttiest looking whore I had ever seen. She had curly red hair that reached her waist, of course.

Fang met my gaze. He looked like he was crying for help. Well maybe not, but Iwas crying for help. This had happened far too many times. We show up in public, someone is attracted to us, we go out with them, feelings are hurt, and we leave running for our lives. I wanted to make this afternoon as stress-free as possible, so I just said, "Sorry, I'm dating that guy, over there." I pointed over at Fang, inwardly blushing madly and yelling abuse at myself. I smiled apologetically at him.

"'Kay, whatever." Hot-Boy grinned lazily and then slowly sauntered away. I shook my head and walked over to rescue Fang.

We finally convinced the stupid girl that Fang and I were really going out by kissing once, and walking out holding hands. I loved it. But I pretended I didn't. Fang was like a brother to me and I didn't want to mess that up. He may have looked ecstatic for a couple of moments, but then it passed. I bet he was just glad to get out of there. We really hate malls.

As we flew back to the abandoned farmhouse that we were using as a temporary hideout, Nudge chattered on about setting up our phones. Ugh, I had that to look forward to in the morning.

We rolled into our separate beds (Yay! for big sleeping spaces!), and each settled down. I hadn't even realized until this moment that we had spent the ENTIRE day at the mall. Oh well, we weren't going back now. Oh no, we are done with that. I called the Flock into my room and we stacked fists. I got up and made sure everyone was in bed (and yes, I force Iggy to go to sleep. Although Fang, I don't, because he is a little bit scary to have to deal with when one is very, very tired). I then trudged back to my room, and settled down on my bed. Right before I fell asleep, I groaned; sitting on my temporary nightstand was my cell phone, and a HUGE instruction booklet. Fun.