K. So I just read FANG, and I really liked it.(Besides the fact that Fang left.(TWICE)). So, I wanted the flock to reunite a little earlier than expected...

The red Mustang convertible that I had "acquired" 3 years earlier beeped as I locked it and went into the restaurant. The waitress was a brunette girl that was slightly shorter than me.

"Smoking or non?" she asked, and I smiled as I said, "Non, please.".

She led me to a secluded table near the back, and I could've sworn I had seen the guy at the next table over before. I dismissed it and started looking at the menu.

A bird kid needs a bunch of calories, so I ordered a 12 oz. Steak, 3 baked potatoes, a milkshake, and an extra-large Caesar salad. The waiter looked slightly surprised at my order, but he took it to the kitchen without saying a word.

I reminisced of the waiter back in New York that actually told the manager that our order was too big. That was when the flock still had Fang. It had been about 13 years since Fang had left. The flock had split up about 7 years ago.

Angel was majoring in percussion at Music Institute in L.A. Gazzy was playing in an amateur soccer league. Iggy was the teacher of a class that helps blind people live life to the fullest they can while being blind. Nudge was a back-up dancer for Rhianna. Dylan, although none of us had never really accepted him as a member of the flock, was a male model. Big surprise.

I still carried the note Fang left when he split around in my purse and/or pockets. It comforted me whenever I had difficult situations.

I noticed the all-too-familiar-looking guy at the next table over was looking at me, and when I glanced at him he smiled. A lop-sided grin. That looked just like Fang's...but that couldn't be him.

My thoughts shifted elsewhere then, because the waiter had come out carrying a huge tray of food that he set down on my table. He didn't bother to take the tray back into the kitchen.

I scarfed down one of the baked potatoes, skin and all, in what I guaranteed was record time. I turned my attention to the steak, when the familiar guy came over and sat in the chair opposite to me.

"Hello?" I said with my mouth half-full, and he nodded. I swallowed and looked into his dark eyes.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked, and I thought back for a while. For some reason, my memory was foggy.

"Um...not that I can remember. Do you know me?" I asked, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Is your name Max by any chance?" he asked, and I nodded. His eyes went wide, then he asked, "What's your last name?"

"Ride." I said, and his mouth dropped.

"Max...is it really you?" he asked. I frowned.

"I'm confused. Who are you?" I asked, and he smiled again.

"It's me. Fang."

R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!