Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Maximum Ride. I also don't own malls. Or food courts. Or Victoria's Secrets or Abercrombies.
This is my first fic, please review!!
Max POV
Ugh, I thought, why did I ever agree to this?
Nudge had (correctly) assumed that we needed new clothes-badly.
"C'mon, Max, pretty please with a cherry and fudge and Eraser guts even though that's gross and marshmallows and-"
"Nudge. Shut. Up." Iggy frowned.
We landed near the back of a large strip mall, and the Nudge Channel came back from its short commercial break.
"Max, we should go to Victoria's Secret." At that point, Gazzy made a face and Fang shed his mask for two seconds and smiled. "Because I need new bras and underwear, and I guess you do too." Gazzy's face turned green and Fang and Iggy started full-out chuckling. Angel just smiled, and Total said nothing, but I heard snoring from inside my backpack. I hoped he wouldn't drool.
Nudge blushed. "Well, maybe the boys can go to Abercrombie, but then I'd want to go too, because I saw a billboard that said that the WHOLE ENTIRE STORE was having a sale and we should go because you have a credit card and mmmphh!"
I glanced at Nudge and saw that Fang's hand was over her mouth.
I sighed, and we entered the mall.
The first thing we saw was the food court, and being the half-starved bird kids we are, we all ran to separate stand things. (A/N I have no idea what you call those places :D) Angel, Fang and I ended up at Sbarro, Iggy and Nudge were at some Chinese place, and Gazzy was at Taco Bell. I hoped he wouldn't order anything with beans in it.
"That would be gross." Angel agreed. "The sky would smell bad."
Fang gave me a what-the-hell-are-you-two-talking-about look and Angel and I broke out laughing.
After we ordered all the food court has to offer, (literally, I saw the three stands turn their signs to "Closed") we dug in. Gazzy had ordered eight bean burritos. Oh, man.
When I was stuffed, we went shopping. I went to Victoria's Secret with Nudge, and as soon as the store was in sight, she ran in, squealing, grabbed random clothes, and went inside a dressing room. I yawned and tried to interest myself by trying to fit a DD-cup bra on my head. (It was actually really fun. I went to the mirror and took a mental picture for Angel.)
Just then, I had one of those gut-feeling moments where you think someone's behind you. I mentally wished, please be Nudge, please be Nudge, before I turned around.
Of course, Nudge was still in the dressing room, and I was face-to face with twenty Erasers.
