A/N

Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic ever, so be kind. I'm putting this at K+, but I might change it to T later. There's going to be no cursing, other than crap, freaking, and of course, the infamous Holy [insert curse word of choice] There's going to be Fax(of course) and I want to incorporate Eggy, but since they won't know Ella(besides Max), that might be hard XD Basically, what happened was Fang and Max are looking for a house while the rest of the flock are in a cave, and then Fang kisses Max in a cave(sounding familiar?) and then they go to Ella's house. Well, instead of going to Ella's, I'm having them STILL going house hunting. But they might go to Ella's eventually….. Oh, and this is in the third book, so no Dylan, and Fax is slow. Also, they all have all their powers, EXCEPT for Angel's weird shape shifting thing(what was JP thinking?) Might be a one shot, depending on how you guys like it. Sorry for the long A/N!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to characters, some setting, and some plot elements in this story. If I did, I wouldn't be on FanFiction, I'd be on MyFiction.

Chapter 1: I Hate House Hunting (with Fang)

MAX POV

Fang and I were still not talking. What did I expect, though? He kissed me and I ran away, nothing is more awkward than that. Unfortunately, he was still adamant about finding somewhere to settle down, and since I didn't want him to be mad, I agreed to go along with the plan. Which brings us to where we were now; flying above the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly, Fang decided to turn right, without giving me a warning. Did I mention I'm to his right? Fun, huh, to have a heavy bird kid (or at least heavier than me) barrel into you while you're flying at above ninety miles per hour.

"Fang," I groaned, trying to regain my balance, "why did you do that?" Instead of apologizing, or even coming back with a sarcastic remark, he grunted, and then pointed to a random black streak that smeared the otherwise barren landscape (They're in Arizona). Right, Fang's wasn't going to talk me. Oh, how he knows how to annoy me. I bet he even has a list.

"Great, you're not blind. Can we please go back to the others, now?" Horrible comeback, I know, but I hate house hunting, and if Fang doesn't start talking, I'm seriously going to hurt him.

"It's a town, and the others are fine, Iggy has everything under control." Pfft, how was that supposed to convince me? Iggy's the blind pyromaniac. Fang looks ticked off, but I doubt it has anything to do with the current situation. I squinted my eyes and stare at the black smudge.

"I don't see it, are you sure you're not making this up?" I think that's a perfectly reasonable question, but not Fang. No, instead of answering like a normal mutant bird freak, he spread his wings out further and streaked by, ruffling my baggy clothes a little in the process. And I was supposedly the one with super speed.

I guess I didn't have much of a choice except to follow him, so I did, turning on my turbo speed on the way. There is no way Fang's going to out fly me. I passed him easily, even going as far as to wiggle my fingers tauntingly at him. The flying was easy, sure, but landing was a little more difficult. I tried to land on my feet, my knees decided to lock and I ended up sprawled in dead grass. Note: Dead grass can be somewhat (read: extremely) painful. Seriously.

"Ouch," I wince, but that's not the worst part. I rolled over onto my back just in time to see a mistakenly Goth bird hurtling toward the earth, and more specifically, me. Us bird kids are extremely fast, and have super human reflexes (super bird ones too), yet I didn't move fast enough to escape Fang falling on me. Oh, and if you don't think having your best friend, who kissed you, and is mad at you fall on top of you is a bad thing, skip this next part. You won't be able to sympathize.

I stared at him in shock for a little bit, and let me tell you, his eyes were intimidating, even to me. Fang's black bangs hung down and tickled my forehead, but he made no movement to get up. Instead, he leaned down to kiss me, and I almost (almost) wanted him to. When his lips are only a millimeter away from mine, I close my eyes and slightly part my lips.

What a perfect romantic moment, right? Ha to the no. He doesn't kiss me, no, he just leans down and puts his soft lips to my ear. No, I didn't say his lips were soft and gorgeous. No….

"I think I found our house," he whispers. Quietly, he gets off of me and I look at "our house", as Fang would put it. It must have been pretty nice at some point, considering it was three stories tall with a tower like thingy. But, the house was horribly dilapidated, windows were broken and shingles littered the yard. I'd bet Gazzy's and Iggy's bomb supply (the one I wasn't supposed to know about) that someone hadn't lived in it for at least 10 years. It was well secluded though, having a big hill separating it from what I assumed was a town. It was perfect.

For a second I paused, remembering what Fang had said. Did "our house" mean me and fang's house, or the flocks? I blushed profusely at the thought, and Fang's interpretation of it wasn't too off.

"You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you?" In response I sighed. Boy did I hate house hunting (with Fang).

Hope you liked it! The verbs change tenses a couple times because Max is narrating, but at the same time she thinking in the present while she's narrating the past. Make sense? Review! I don't care if they're mean, but please tell me WHY you don't like it so I can improve!