If I Wasn't Meant to Fly

Pamina Rose

Disclaimer: Do I LOOK like James Patterson!?!?!? No! I am a 16 year old girl! You see him!? ((pulls man onscreen)) THIS!!! This is James Patterson! Stop bugging me! ((storms offscreen in s huff)) ((pops back in)) Please enjoy the FanFic. ((smiles))

A/N: Okay, I LOVE Maximum Ride, (Who doesn't?) Well, except Cleo who's mean and refuses to read them because they sound "weird". Grrrr… I get you to read them someday Cleo!! You hear me??!!! Someday!! Okay, done with the random outbursts now. So, yeah. I really hope all of you like this one, I worked hard on it, and I have high hopes for it. So, please, please, please, PLEASE review. It makes me feel better. Okay.

(Scene: riding the subway to school. Maria and I are sitting across from each other, Lexa, standing and hanging onto a pole)

Maria: Fang is soooooooo mine!

Me: Nuh-uhh!

Maria: Yea-huh!

(repeat several times)

Lexa: Well, Edward is mine!

Maria and I: HEY!!! That's no fair!

Me: Well, I STILL get Fang!

Maria: Fine. Then Jacob is MINE!!!

Me: ((huffs)) whatever.

Alright, onto my fan fic.

P.S. This first chapter is for bibliocrazed, because she also dedicated a chapter to me. I like to return favors.

Chapter One: Max's Birthday

((Fang's POV))

"Oh, my gosh, Max!" Nudge squealed, turning around from the TV she was watching in the hotel room. "Max!" she squealed again. "You won't believe it!"

I heard Max sigh before answering. "What will I not believe, Nudge?"

"Look!" she said, all excited, pointing at the TV.

"Yeah, Nudge. I see an anchorman talking about California brush fires. And, I can believe it."

Nudge shook her head. "No, Max! Look - there!" she pointed to the lower left hand corner, where it said the date and time.

"Uh, yeah, so? It's August 29th. What's the big deal?"

Nudge looked at her like she was stupid.

"My birthday?" Max said out loud, confused, then astonished, then annoyed.

"Yeah! How'd ya guess? Well, I guess you knew, but you just forgot because you've got a lot on your mind and – "

"Nudge," I said, looking at her intently, and nodding towards Max, whose brow was furrowed and, I guessed, talking to her Voice.

"Oh," Nudge said. She frowned and turned back to the TV and changed the channel to some sitcom.

I looked around the crowded room: Iggy was listening to a CD player we had bought him, to some band we had never heard of, being out of the pop culture loop; Gassy and Angel were playing I Spy out of the window, and Max was still sitting on the edge of the bed, presumably still deep in conversation with her Voice.

I sighed and wondered what she was talking to it about.

((Max's POV))

"Uh, yeah, so? It's August 29th. What's the big deal?" I asked Nudge.

It's you birthday Max. The one you chose for yourself. I'm surprised you didn't remember.

Oh, great. The Voice, yet again.

A/N: I'm making it like Jeb didn't tell her that he's the Voice. I'm probably going to make it something different. So, she/the flock still don't know what it is. Mmmmkay?

"My birthday? I said out loud.

I guess you're right. It is. I replied, grudgingly.

Birthdays show how you've matured from your lat; how your life has changed; how much you've changed.

I haven't changed! I said, indignant.

Believe what you want, Max, but that doesn't change the truth.

Ugh. I groaned inwardly. Must you always go so zen-teacher-like? It's annoying. Can't you ever give me a straight answer?

I thought I heard it chuckle. Where's the fun in that, Max?

I snorted. Where indeed.

Fang is getting concerned. It suddenly said.

What?

He really care about you, Max. I'm surprised you're that blind.

What are you talking about?

It didn't respond, to my utmost annoyance. But, what else is new on the Voice-front?

"Max?" said a deep voice next to me, making me jump.

"Oh, it's just you, Fang." I said, looking at him. He had a small, concerned look on his usually impassive face. Just like the Voice pointed out. "What's up?"

Fang's brow furrowed. "Nothing," he muttered and got up from the bed' edge beside me and went over to the desk where out laptop was.

I sighed inwardly and wondered what I said wrong.

Suddenly, Angel was beside me. I looked down at her and she whispered in my ear. "That's the problem, Max. He's worried and you never seem to respond. He's frustrated and he still loves you."

The last four words caught me off guard. Still? I asked myself, and remembered that night, so long ago in the cave, and wondered if he did mean, in what he said behind that kiss.

"He did." Angel said, and gave me a sad look and went to go watch TV with Nudge, who was watching a cartoon.

Gazzy was listening to the CD player with Iggy now, and Fang was typing on the laptop. By the way his fingers hit the keys - I could tell her was annoyed, and I felt guilty.

I got to do something – make things up to him somehow. I thought for a moment, and it came to me. I'll do it tonight.