Max POV

I was sitting in my room. Yes, my room. The flock had finally settled and all that.

There was snow on the ground outside. I hate the cold! So why did we settle here, you ask?

Well, when Fang and I were looking, the younger members and Iggy wanted a place with snow at some point in the year, so they could have snow-ball fights and Iggy could see again.

I turned back to my laptop, sitting open on my desktop, with a blank document with the mouse flashing for me to type.

I glanced behind me at the snow, which had continued its attempts to block us in the house, and smiled.

I titled the document with A Poem by Max. I wrote what I was thinking and sat back, smiling and reading the poem.

I chuckled to myself. The page read:

A Poem by Max

Damn

Its cold outside

I saved it and sent it to Fang, who was on his laptop in the next room over, updating his blog.

I heard a soft laugh through the wall before my computer went Ding! with a message on my e-mail account.

I opened the new message and saw:

Good one, Max.

I still don't get how we got you to live here.

Save yourself, I'm busy.

I sighed to myself.

So much for that idea.

So who likes this? Just a little One-shot I wrote as I was thinking about what to type for my other story.

I will update the other soon.

PS, This is a one-shot!

Moony