Hey guys! This is my first story ever on fanfiction and whatnot, so please bear with me. Thank you for reading this if, you know, you are reading this.

Anyway, in this story Max is beautiful and pretty and doesn't really notice it – blah blah blah. The usual. She's sarcastic, a bad butt, and, you know, Max-ish, but she also is quieter than normal. An introvert. You'll learn more about her past and Fang's past as the story continues. AND YES I GOT SALVATORE FROM THE VAMPIRE DIARIES BUT IT'S A KICK ASS NAME….

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Maximum Ride, only the plot and the non - Maximum Ride characters.

Enjoy! Please review, I like reviews. Mwahh!

Max: 19 (Almost 20) – College Student

Fang: 20 (Almost 21) – U.S. Navy

Iggy: 23 – U.S. Navy

Gazzy: 18 – College Student

Angel: 20 – U.S. Navy

Ella: 19 – College Student

Nudge: 19 – College Student

The screen emitted a white glow as my fingers drummed against the keyboard. Why is this so freaking hard? Come on Max, just say hi! Thank him for protecting your country. Say something you idiot. Clicking filled the air as I typed out my "letter." My college history professor and some suck up students of his came up with the brilliant idea of "pen-paling" with the U.S. Navy. Like, what? Don't get me wrong, I respect our troops and all. I mean, Go USA! Right? But all I know, from experience, is that if I were to be stuck in the middle of a war zone, the last thing I would want was some ratty old letter from sex and alcohol crazed college students. Then again, those letters can turn out to be interesting….

Anyhow, about a week ago our professor, Dr. Ter Borcht, had us draw names out of a hat. Very elementary, I know, but the guy can make riding fake ponies through a gigantic ball pit about as serious as a nuclear war. Classy man. Classy.

*****Flashback*****

"Ah, Ms. Ride. Nice of you to grace us with your presence. You're late. Take a seat." Dr. Ter Borcht snarled. Did I mention that this man had a lack of something called human emotions? No? Well, tada. His thick accent from who knows where made it sound like he was ordering expensive French food.

"Yes of course," I said, laying on the accent thick. I saw him flash a glare at me and I hurried to my seat. No need to be kicked out of college just yet. Everyone was staring at me with a taste of displeasure, apart from my few friends - Nudge, Ella, and Gazzy. I wasn't exactly "popular" with the Dartmouth college crowd. Apparently you had to be smart and rich to be accepted – even by the teachers Their eyes still bore at me as Dr. Borcht started his lecture back up. I flashed them all the "bird" and, that accompanied by middle finger got everyone back to work.

"So class, I find it fit, seeing as we are discussing the American Forces, to be Pen Pals with the U.S. Navy. They so kindly accepted our offer to do so and everyone must participate and succeed in order to achieve a passing grade." At that point he was staring straight at me. I gave him my most innocent "What? Me? Never" look and tilted my head to the side. He just shook his head in disapproval and continued.

"So each of you will receive your own pen pal, and will have to write several letters. I want all of them to be at least a page long. Talk about your hobbies, friends, favorite movies, whatever. Just don't bore them with idiotic stuff. Remember, they are fighting to protect you. Don't make them want to kill you."

I smirked. Though Dr. Ter Borcht was a buzz kill, his sense of humor was decent. A page in length though? I could barely talk and express my feelings to people I know, let alone some stranger overseas.

At least he won't see your ugly face, Max.

There people, is "the voice" inside my head. Okay, I admit, it may be a very depressed, low self – esteemed Max conscience, but it still made me think.

Lissa, the school slag with fiery red hair, shot her hand up as if it were on fire.

"Sir, will they be cute? I mean, you know, they're single right? Its much easier to talk to single people. Much easier." Lissa stared innocently at the professor as he pinched the bridge of his nose in distaste.

Lissa everyone. The girl who wears plunging V-Necks and mini skirts in the dead of winter. Need I say more?

"Yes Lissa, they are single," Borchty rolled his eyes at this. "We will be writing to those who don't receive much mail. The ones who generally don't have contacts back home. They are also around your age, a year or two's difference." Turning his attention to the entire class and away from Lissa he proceeded. The soldiers will be a range of males and females.

Lisa groaned when she heard the word "female" and made a pouty – may I add a very unattractive pouty face. Dr. Borcht frowned as he continued. "However, I will be pairing the girls with the male soldiers and the females boys with the female soldiers as to offer a different perspective of viewing things in different circumstances." He stared Lissa down. Brandishing a female hat and a male hat he said, "When I call your name, please draw a name from the respective hat.

"Zepher Charleston." Zepher, or Gazzy – don't ask why – ran up and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"Angle Winters. Ha! She sounds like a cutie patootie. Score!" Gazzy laughed as he ran back to his seat.

"Monique Martinez." Nudge, my so called "BFFL" – her words, not mine – squealed as she clapped her hands.

"Oh! I hope he is nice. You know, so we can be friends. But if he turns out to be a snob, not cool. Like OMGZ, what if we –

"Ms. Monique, if you will."

"Oh yeah, sorry." Nudge cheekily grinned. Reaching in, she grabbed a name. "Alex Omega. Cool name!" She skipped back to her seat with a broad grin etched on her mocha colored face.

Dr. Ter Botch went down the list of names. After Ella was called and picked James Griffith, I zoned out completely. The window showed off a nice display of my apartment where my beautiful bed lay inviting me for a nap and –

"MAXIMUM RIDE, will you for once pay attention?" Dr. Ter Borcht roared.

Hey. Hey now, Borchty. No need to turn into a sass nugget. It may tire you out in your old age. I got up and, before drawing my name, curtsied before him. "Sir," I smirked, holding back a laugh. I quickly drew a name and hurried back to my seat as the bell finally rang.

"I expect all of you to have your letters to me by Monday! Remember, make them somewhat interesting!"

I groaned once more as I stumbled out into the already dimming night. Night classes, they said. It would be fun, they said. Sighing, I looked down at the little piece of paper curled up in my fist.

~ Sergeant Nikolaus Salvatore~

*****End Flashback*****

And that was how I ended up here, clueless and tired. Staring at my screen at 11' o clock on a Sunday night. So much for not procrastinating. I re-read over what I had already typed.

"Ew, Max. Way to bring the cheese to cheesy. Really? 'Thank you for your service, that's cool.'"

I slammed my head on my desk and deleted the letter. Why couldn't I think? How can Maximum Ride be stumped? Ha. Don't answer that. After what seemed like hours I finally had a letter that somewhat diminished my awkwardness. I smiled to myself and hit print, actually excited to hand in my letter for this Salvatore boy.

Okay, I know there is no Fang yet, but next chapter there will be. Promise. This was kind of an introductory chapter, hence all the names and blah. Anyway, there will be FAX later one. You can definitely count on that. Like trust me. And I know Salvatore is Vampire Diaries and all, but hey, it's hot. And the title, anyone got any better ideas?

Please review, criticism is welcome! Just don't be a bad but. No.

Ha. Okay, THANKS FOR READING. PLEASE REVIEW.

As Fangles would say,

Fly On. ~imfallingforyoureyes