Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Maximum Ride or anyone in it.
Okay, so I decided to do Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports in Fang's POV.
"Lay off the freaking horn!" Max exclaimed, leaning against the window. Nudge leaned away from the steering wheel I was holding, and I inwardly sighed, relieved. She had been doing that for while and the silence that followed was amazing.
"Sorry, it's just so much fun- it sounds like a party." she said. I kept my eyes on the road and kept driving. We were on the run.
Again. But that's probably nothing new to you.
Four days ago we escaped Itex, thanks to Gazzy and Iggy. They had blown a huge hole in the side of the Itex headquarters and set us free. It was there we stole this van I was driving that fits eight people in it.
Max was leaning against the window in the front passenger seat; Nudge was in between me and Max; I was driving; Iggy was trying to get Max to agree to let him drive even though he's blind; Angel was in the back with Total laying next to her.
Gazzy was singing an annoying song my Weird Al Yankovic. He sang in his voice exactly. I, much like Max and the rest of the flock, admire his ability to mimic any sound or voice he hears. He's been singing the Constipation song for a while now.
"Enough of the constipation song." nudge groaned just as Gazzy was about to start singing the second verse.
"Are we going to stop soon?" Total asked after Nudge's complaining. "I have a sensitive bladder." Oh, geez.
Max glanced down at the map on the screen of the laptop in her lap and then out the window to see where we were.
"You could have gotten a car with GPS." Total said, probably trying to be the smart one.
"Yes, or we could have brought along a dog that doesn't talk." Max said looking back at Angel and Total. I looked in the rear view mirror with her and Angel smiled at her.
Total huffed and climbed into Angel's lap. After he settled she kissed the top of his head and started stroking his fur.
Following Max's plan to head west, we had crossed the Louisiana border. Max had one mission in mind and that was to stop Itex, the School, and the Institute and anyone else involved. She didn't want anything like what happened to us happen to others like some people have already been doomed to.
"Louisiana, the state that road maintenance forgot." she muttered as we went over another pothole in the road. The way she sees it, is that an '80's van is less noticeable than the six of us with Total.
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