Hello everyone! Wow, two posts in one day. Must be the pink eye... Anyways, I've had this in my computer for a while, and I decided "Hey, why not post this?" I hope everyone likes it.

If you can, review. But even if you can't, ENJOY!!!!

The air was crisp and clean as the Flock and I flew overhead, bursting through the clouds and getting our wings slightly damp. Right now was the closest I've come to being fearless. We were soaring through the sky, not caring where we were going, just enjoying the wind beneath our wings. There was no mission, no ulterior motive, no evil scientists waiting to get their latex-glove-covered hands on us. Only some mutant bird kids flying through the sky. Normal, right?

We had just returned to the States after our little stunt in Antarctica and were enjoying the warmth of the air here. We were somewhere around Florida, and it was humid and hot, but pleasant compared to the frigidness of Antarctica. It was so peaceful up here in the sky, with only the occasional bird to fly by. Just me and my flock. My family.

It was actually so peaceful, it got boring. I surveyed the sky around us for the third time, but only saw blue. Nothing. With that, my mind began drifting to all of the events that had happened to us over the past few months-well, one event in particular. A few weeks ago, Fang had kissed me. Again. Only this time, I liked it-maybe even loved it. I pushed him away anyway, reasoning that if we got together, the Flock would be in chaos.

But why? The Flock would accept us, right? I already know Angel knows everything that happened between us, and I think some of the others think that we're already together. And besides, I already knew Fang liked me. He might even love me. But how did I feel about him. Did I-could I-love him? Yes, I think I did. But what if we didn't work out, and what if the Flock doesn't want us together, and what if he doesn't actually like me? What would happen?

My mind was still lingering on this thought when I felt a wing brush gently against mine. I looked to my left, and there he was, looking more perfect than ever.

His long black hair looked slightly windblown from the air. Surprisingly, it was not frizzy from the humidity, like I knew mine was. Black eyes with specks of chocolate bored through my brown ones, seeming to read my mind and every thought that I had just had. His skin was tan and perfect, marred only by the few scars that he had peppered all over him from the many battles and tests. The black clothes that he wore (Yes, black. What did you think he'd be wearing? Pink?) hung loosely off of him, and they looked careworn and faded. I wondered whether he was hot in those. Speaking of hot, his lips were mere inches away…if I moved my head just right, I could…

No. I couldn't think like that. I had already pushed him away for the flock-I couldn't fall for him even more.

"Hey, Max," he said. Even his voice sounded amazing. It was smooth, and when he said my name, my heart did some weird fluttering thing in my chest. I didn't trust myself to use my own voice, so I gave him a curt nod and faced forward again, concentrating on flying. Flying, and nothing else. Up, down, up, down. He noticed my stiffness and instantly became concerned. He frowned. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I managed. In reality, I was the farthest thing away from okay. I was replaying everything that had happened in the last few months between us-the kiss in the cave, Fang leaving, Fang returning, the kiss on the dock, him hanging out with Brigid, whom I now like to call the blonde-haired wonder, me getting jealous about him hanging out with Brigid, and finally, right now. It hurt to remember everything. Fang, of course, saw through my façade and asked cautiously, "You're not thinking about what happened with Brigid, are you?"

How is it that he knows me better than I know myself? I nodded again. Fang sighed. "Max, I told you, nothing happened between us. Anyway, you already pushed me away twice. You can't be jealous of everyone that we meet."

"I know," I replied. He was right. I couldn't keep reacting like this. It wasn't fair to Fang. I swooped down, speeding ahead of the flock until I was at the front. This is where I went when I needed to think about things on my own. And right now, I definitely needed to think.

Max flew ahead of the rest of the flock. I didn't follow her. I knew she needed to think about things. Namely, us.

Why did she have to care so much? If she didn't care about the Flock as much as she did, we could be together, and I want that more than anything. But her caring about the Flock was one of those quirks I loved most about her. Actually, I loved everything about her.

I loved the way she always pretended that she knew what she was doing, but only told me that she actually had no clue. I loved when she was motherly toward Angel. I loved when she talked to me, even when she made sarcastic comments. I loved the way she walked, flew, moved. And I loved how she was incredibly gorgeous, but didn't even acknowledge the fact. She was enamored by the Flock. And I loved that too.

And I knew Max loved me too, if only as a brother. But if she didn't have feelings for me, then why was she acting so jealous of Brigid? It's not like anything happened. I was just interested in her career choice and thought it was cool that she was helping us and stuff.

But I was pretty sure that Max did love me, deep down. She had to. I could feel it when she kissed me back on the dock. The only reason that she kept pushing me away, I saw then, was because she didn't want us to break up the Flock again. She loved them too much.

I realized that I was falling behind the rest of the Flock. I began to flap my wings a bit faster, as to catch up with them, but found it difficult to do so. "Crap," I thought, "Why can't I flap my wings?" That was pretty much the last thought I thought for a while, because it felt like someone flipped the switch in my mind to "off," and my brain went completely blank.