A/N : Hey! This is only my 2nd fanfic so far, and both have been about MR. I hope you enjoy it! Please RnR!

Disclaimer : I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson owns Maximum Ride and all its characters.

Max's POV

Hi, I am Maximum Ride, but you can call me Max. I am one of the flock, a group of spectacular kids. There are me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gasman (a.k.a Gazzy), and Angel, not to mention our (Angel's) dog Total. When I say that we're spectacular, I really mean spectacular. Okay, so basically we're a bunch of kids with wings who own a flying, talking dog.

Weird? Tell me about it. Anyway, we had been at my mom's house for about a fortnight, give or take a day. We were never quite sure about the date. See, we had always been on the run trying to escape the whitecoats (scientists) who created us, because they now want to kill us. I know, great.

We had all been enrolled in school, and we were hanging out in the library, discussing upcoming events.

"OMG! Prom is only a month away! I can't wait! I'm gonna wear a dress, high-heels, have make-up, do my hair, and have a date! Hey, maybe Max can go too! And she could wear a dress, and I could so totally give her a makeover! What colour of dress though? White? Lilac? Or maybe blue? Oh, speaking of blue, in Art today, a boy in my class totally squirted blue paint all over my- mpphghd." said Nudge. Fang had thankfully cut her off by clapping his hand over her mouth.

"Breathe before you pass out from lack of air." said Iggy.

"Yeah, shush for like five minutes please. Oh and by the way, I am never gonna wear a dress. Ever. Got that?" I asked her.

"Mmfhmmf." mumbled Nudge from under Fang's hand.

"Uh, Max? Please don't be mad but. . . I kinda wanted to ask Ella to go with me. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, sure, Iggy." I said. Ella was my so cool half-sister. I loved her and I was glad Iggy would be the one to ask her. I was really protective over her and I knew that if anything happened to her, Iggy would at least be close enough for me to kick his ass.

"Thanks, Max. Um, do you think one of you guys could go shopping with me soon so I can pick out a tux?"

"You? In a tux? God I gotta see that!" giggled Gazzy.

"Shut up, dude. If you're going then you're gonna have to wear a tux too ya know."

"Um, what's a tux?" aked Angel.

"A tuxedo." replied Fang.

"Oh."

I sighed. I'd been trying not to think about Prom. I knew I wouldn't get a date. Plus there was also the tiny problem that I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress.

Bbrriinngg!

Oh, joy. Time for class. Yippee. NOT!

I gathered my books and made my way to Science.

Back at Mom's house, the seven of us (the flock and Total) were feasting on home-made chocolate chip cookies, when the phone rang.

"Max, honey? Could you get that please? I'm a little busy right now." called Mom. She was in the middle of taking the next batch of cookies out the oven.

"Sure thing." I called back. "Hello?"

"Hey, Max? It's Sam. I hope I haven't interrupted anything?"

"What? Oh right. No. It's cool."

"Well okay. Anyway I know it's still a month away but. . . will you go to Prom with me?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, right. . . Well. . . I mean, uh. . . Yeah?"

"Yes! Thanks! I'll see you on Monday, yeah? Cool!"

"O-okay."

"Bye!"

"Um bye."

He hung up and I went back into the kitchen where everyone was still enjoying the feast.

"Who was it, hon? Was it one of Ella's friends? Did you tell them she was at JJ's?" asked Mom, walking in with a plate full of the warm, fresh-out-the-oven cookies.

"Uh, no. It was. . . S-Sam. He. . . He asked me to Prom."

"Hah! I'd have loved to have seen his face when you said no!" laughed Iggy.

"I know, right?" Gazzy joined in. "What'd he say?"

-Silence-

"Yay! You said yes didn't you! Ooh watcha gonna wear? Can I help pick a dress? Can I do your make-up? Huh? Can I, can I please? Ooh please oh please oh please!" squealed Nudge.

"Um. . . I guess?"

"YAY!"

Fang suddenly stood up.

"I'm, erm, gonna go upstairs and study. Or I might go on the ole' blog." he said as he left the room.

"He's jealous." said Angel knowingly. "He wanted to ask you."

"No he didn't. Why would anyone in their right mind ask me to Prom?"

"Whatever."

Fang's POV

Welcome to Fang's Blog.

Location: Yeah, like I'd tell you!

You are visitor #: 19,736,284

Hey guys. Nothing much to put on here today so it's gonna be a short one. None of us have done very much except school, blech. It's like a mini Hell on Earth. I have no idea how you guys cope.

Prom is next month. I really wanted to ask Max, but Slimy Sam asked her earlier on the phone. I seriously hate that guy. He does my head in. Not to mention he constantly flirts with her, and the rest of us feel. . . kinda abandoned really. Anyway, I'm kinda tired. Gotta go finish my homework then off to bed I think.

Later.

Sk8rBoi22 said:

Hey, I so agree. School sucks. I'm so with you, man. But then I bet you're like a pure rebel. Right on!

Sk8rBoi22,

I'm not a rebel. I'm still trying to stick to the lie low plan as best as possible. But I get what you mean.

Fly on,

-Fang

GurlyGurl51 said:

Aw! It's lame that Sam asked her before u could. U'd b the perfect couple!

GurlyGurl51,

Yeah, it's lame. But let me get this straight. . . me and Max are not a couple. We're just friends.

Fly on,

-Fang

Fangs4eva said:

I'm glad you couldn't ask Max. Because then I'd hav 2 share u. U r mine!

Fangs4eva,

Um I think you're getting a bit territorial there. And I'm not yours. I'm mine. And obviously you don't really care about me that much because you seem to be happy that I am upset/angry/annoyed. Think about that.

Fly on,

-Fang

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I sighed and logged off. These people think they understand my life. But the truth is they really don't. People think me and Max are a couple, or they get really territorial, or try to act cool to get my attention. It didn't work, or at least not how they seem to expect it to work. It just bugs me.

I decided to get an early night. I lay on my bed, fully clothed, and closed my eyes. The last thing I remember is seeing Max's face.