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
