First shot at a Maximum Ride fanfic. I'm a huge fan, so I hope my fandom can reflect onto my story. Anyway, a simple songfic for me to test out if I'm any good. Reviews, please?

Disclaimer: Hey…You know that guy with the books and the writing? Oh, yeah! James Patterson! Yeah, well he happens to own Maximum Ride. And I don't own Captain Crunch either.

Fang P.O.V.

Ugh. Stupid alarm on the stupid radio. The cheap electric radio blared loud rock music, set to my favorite station. Hey, if I'm going to dress in black, I figure I can enjoy the music that flows with it, right?

Anyway, a song by some guy-band Good Charlotte began to play. They're all right, I guess. I'm more of a Halifax fan, but hey, that's not the point. Great, I'm starting to sound like Nudge…

So I rolled out of bed, doing the dumbest move yet: I fall and hit the floor. I groaned in frustration, a loud thunk occurring the same moment that I hit the floor. I heard footsteps down the hall, followed by a familiar little giggle.

"Angel, STOP READING MY MIND!" I shouted, shoving myself off the floor. I heard more laughter, followed by a phrase that she often throws at me when I'm irritated.

"I love you too, Fang!" she called back, as I heard her skip down the stairs.

I groggily scratched my hair, it sticking up on several places on the back. Dark circles lurked under my eyes, making me look like I could win a competition with a raccoon. I stared in the mirror, cocking my head to the side. Black sweatpants hung on me; as I reached for my, you guessed it, black t-shirt. I pushed my bedroom door open, humming the song I had just heard.

Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like The Rolling Stones wanna paint it black

Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red, now it's just all black

I entered the kitchen, sizzling sounds coming from the stove. Anne must have already left, because Nudge had her feet propped up on the table and Iggy was cooking. I got a few friendly good mornings, almost everyone smiling. Note that I said almost. A glare was shot at me from Max, but it was so fast that no other person would have caught it.

Gazzy sat at the countertop, raking his fingers through the Captain Crunch cereal box. He had his face all contorted in concentration, his fingers shuffling about inside the cardboard.

"Almost got it…"he mumbled, his hands hastily trying to get the 'free toy inside'. Honestly, he can just have the box after that.

I snagged a piece of bacon off of Iggy's fresh plate, but nearly dropped it when the likely yet most unlikely occurred.

Gazzy had ripped one (no further details necessary) and Max was scolding the two of them.

"Angel, give Gazzy back his toy. Gazzy, gas isn't always the answer," she scolded, Nudge snickering from behind her. Lucky for her, Max didn't hear her.

I sighed, as I recalled all of the crazy things that had been happening lately. Anne, real school, Lissa, Max, surviving school, Max…

Wait; did I just list her off twice? There's something wrong with that…

I sighed, finishing my bacon. I was going to talk to Max as soon as breakfast was over. She was mad at me, I think I knew why: Lissa.

The phone rang, as Iggy was about to walk over to the table. He jumped up in the air, the noise kind of high for his ears.

"Answer it, Max," he insisted, clutching his ears. Max nodded, gladly seizing the phone. I sat there, praying that it was one of Nudge's friends. Please, please, please…

"Oh, hi Sam," she greeted. My stomach dropped through me, as I watched her with reproachful eyes. This is going to be bad.

Nudge and Angel let out little "oooo"'s while Gazzy and Iggy snickered. I sat there in silence, fighting the growl that was bound to come out. I covered it up with a cough, Iggy patting my back.

"Don't get sick. My cooking isn't that bad," he joked, as I sat up. I let out a grunt, keeping to my usual wall. It's pretty easy, since they don't expect me to speak that much.

The phone hit the charger, as Angel and Nudge rushed over to Max. "Well? What is it?! Is it a date? I bet it's a date! He sooo likes you, Max. I bet he likes you! How much do you wanna bet? I made a bet with Ig and Gazzy once. And Angel and Total too! And we sooo bet that you'd like Fang but-" Nudge ranted until Gazzy slapped his hand over her mouth.

See, I was drinking some orange juice I had snagged out of the refrigerator, but I guess I'm wearing it now. I gagged for a moment, earning myself weird looks from the flock.

"What's up with you, man?" Iggy questioned, his gaze in my general direction. Pretty close if you ask me.

"Just not feelin'good," I grumbled, as I stood up. Great, I have to handle all of this junk. We didn't have any drama before this place. With a flick of my wrist, the door was slammed shut behind me as I walked out towards the pond. There was no way I was going to sit there and listen to Max, Angel, and Nudge talk about that wuss Sam. He doesn't have black wings or a mysterious attitude! Ha, I have that over him. Max wouldn't love him…would she?

I sat myself down at an ice cream parlor, bored to death. Hours had passed since Max had left for her date, and I didn't want to hear the flock go all crazy about 'how cute they were together'.

A girl walked up to me, an order pad in hand. She wore this silly outfit; I guess it was some sort of uniform. Poor thing, has to wear that ugly cow suit… "Sir, can I get you anything?" she offered.

I shook my head, my eyes set on the napkin holder. She gave me a weird look, setting down a piece of paper and then walking off. Once I saw her walk to the back, I opened it.

A phone number.

Don't they get it? I'm kind of thinking of someone else here. But whatever.

The door chimes to the parlor went off, as Max and Sam walked in. Great, just what I needed. Sam escorted Max to the counter, the two selecting flavors. I should just leave.

I spotted Sam whispering something to her in her ear, and then he walked away. Max didn't notice me, thank god. He walked off towards the bathroom, and I decided to keep a tail on him. No need, since he entered the hallway to the restrooms.

A sight fell upon my eyes, the worst of all. Well, not THE worst, but close enough. Sam was standing there, making out with guess who? Lissa. He was slobbering all over her, and they seemed content enough to be almost in Max's view.

I didn't want to be the one to tell Max. No way. It would hurt her too much. Yes, I know that I don't show any emotion, but she doesn't deserve to hear it from me. So what do I do?

I motioned for a nerd nearby, the nasally little guy walking towards me.

"See that girl over there? She's wearing that skirt and black top," I said in the low tone, the guy bobbing his head like a turkey.

"Tell her to look over there," I said, pointing my hand towards Sam and Lissa. I handed him four dollars, the guy fulfilling his duty. I walked outside of the shop for a moment, and watched from the outside. Max had her ice cream cone, and stormed over to Sam. I couldn't hear what she was yelling, but she took a handful and wiped it on Lissa's face. With a swift motion, she had dumped the cone down Sam's head.

I gave a small grin, watching the angry "couple" stalk out. Max ran outside, as I hid the nearby alley. However, that wasn't a smart move.

She stood there, tears spilling out of her eyes. She never broke down, never. In my whole life, I've never seen her this way but few occasions, but even they itself were rare.

I felt my foot fall asleep, as I shook it to get rid of the tingle. I accidentally kicked a garbage can, startling Max.

She must have seen me, because she called out my name. "Fang!" she shouted, as I stood up. She shot me glares left and right, and if it weren't me, she would have made anyone else start to bawl.

"What were you doing? Better yet, why are you here?" she ordered, as I stared at her. Even in this of all places, the moonlight was hitting her perfectly. The only source of light in this dingy hole.

"Max, I saw what he did," I stated, as she shook her head. She turned her back to me, and I could have sworn I heard a soft sob.

"It doesn't matter. He's a jerk, and he cheated on me," she whispered. I stepped towards her, losing control of myself.

"I know. And jerks like that don't deserve you," I said firmly, my hands resting on her shoulders. She stared up at me, her heart so clear. It was so broken, and I hated seeing it that way.

So I figured I would be the one to mend it.

With a swift motion, my lips were on hers, and then away once again. I knew she would not love me, not now. Not after heartache like that.

"Max, I'm always going to be the one to pick you up when you fall," I whispered in her ear, as she stared at me with those eyes. I watched her for a moment, frightened of her next movement.

"Fang, I…"

She never got to finish her phrase. I didn't want to show her how afraid I truly was. My wings snapped open, as I soared into the sky.

All black.

Well, there ya have it. My first MR fic. How about you be nice and review? I'll take flames, I need to know if Fang was too OOC. Then I'll write another MR fic for ya! How does that sound?