I love Twilight and Maximum Ride crossovers, so I thought I'd try one.

I don't own Twilight, Maximum Ride, or anything I wish I had. So go ahead and laugh at me.

1.

"Max, Max Max Max Max…. MAAAAAAX," Nudge whined for the 400th time, "I'm sooooooo hungry and soooooo tired! Can we please, PLEEAAASSSEE take a brake. My wings hurt and -"

"Fine! Geez, Nudge, we'll find some food and a place to sleep for tonight," I said, giving in to Nudge's endless whining.

We were somewhere in Washington, almost to Canada, where there was some secret file that could help us with our everlasting battle against the School.

"This looks like an okay place," said Fang, pointing towards a little restaurant.

We folded our wings in and walked out of a wide alley towards a picturesque Italian restaurant. When we walked in, the lady at the front eyed us suspiciously. When most people see a group of dirty, ragged kids who don't look alike and are all different ages eating at a restaurant without any adults, they think it's strange. If they only knew.

"Table for six," I said, trying to sound like an adult. We had to leave Total behind, since he wanted to stay with Akila, and there was no way Iggy, Fang, and I were going to take turns carrying a Malamute to another country, and then back.

"Right this way," said the lady.

We were seated at a table in the middle of the room. The waiter, Amber was her name, asked what we wanted to eat. Oh, boy, here it goes.

"I'd like a Coke, chicken noodle soup, lasagna, and… um, how about two orders of the chicken nuggets, since I'm really hungry," said Nudge.

"How about some Sprite, the steak, and two orders of the minestrone soup," ordered Iggy.

"I'll have a pizza pie with sausage, and a Mountain Dew," said Fang.

"I want the New England clam chowder and I'll also have the steak," said Angel.

"I'll get a pizza pie with pineapple and ham and an iced tea," said Gazzy.

"And I'll get chicken alfredo with a chef's salad and Coke," I added.

The waitress didn't act shocked, though. She was too busy glancing over at a booth the corner. I looked over to see a guy who looked like he should be on the cover of a magazine, not in a little restaurant in Washington. He had bronze-ish hair, golden eyes, and really needed a tan. The girl across from him had wavy brown hair, pale skin, but not as pale as the other guy's, and big brown eyes. Even though they were in the corner of the room, it was a small place, and with my raptor vision I could hear their conversation.

The girl said, " Okay, then. Let's say, hypothetically of course, that … someone… could know what people are thinking, read minds, you know- with a few exceptions."

Oh my gosh, did they know about Angel? That guy had to be from the school, he couldn't be human. Right when I thought that, he jerked his head towards me and whispered something I couldn't hear to the girl.

"Come on, guys, let's get out of here. Now," I ordered. They stood up without question, and we hurried out.

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