A Maximum Ride Christmas

Sadly, I do not own the Maximum Ride series. The amazing James Patterson does. (:

And, btw, I don't really remember what the season was when the fourth book ended. lol. i just had started it off on a random season. (:

Chapter 1

"Oh. My. Gosh. CHRISTMAS IS COMING!" screamed an awfully hyper Nudge. She was pointing to a date on a calendar on a wall: December 25th.

"I think we should all start making our lists now, ehh?" persuaded Total, our dog. Yes, a talking dog. You don't see those that much these days, now do ya?

Me, Fang Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and Total had recently escaped from attending the Lerner School for Gifted Children. Eww. School. It took us a while to find a home, but we managed,thanks to Mom and "Dad" (Jeb . . .). They rented us a home in some small town in Illinois and said that they'd pay the bills, so we can pretty much do anything we want to that's legal . . .

Or at least, "semi-legal."

Since we have no adults whatsoever in our home, the landlord has FINALLY gotten suspicious. I gotta admit, he's quite the idiot.

But anyway.

We had Angel mind control him to that it's okay for us to have no adults living with us at the moment. And again, yes, a six year old with mind control powers. She can also read minds. Ain't that spiffy?

Now, how do we get money, you ask? Well, it's simple. Mom mails at least, oh, I don't know, $500 dollars by Fedex per week. But we get through it.

Back to reality.

"Oh, awesome!" said Gazzy, peering over Nudge's shoulder. "Maybe for once we'll have a normal holiday." Don't know if he's being sarcastic.

"No Max, he's being serious for once." Startled, I turned around to see who was talking to me. Of course, it was my Angel, reading my mind as always. She gave me—well, an angelic smile, and I smiled back. Even though she can be quite (quite? How about VERY.) nosy, she's still adorable.

I walked into the kitchen, while all the younger kids and Total were jumping up and down in the living room, discussing the perfect Christmas.

I had the wonderful craving for chocolate, so I took out a candy bar from the pantry. I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, but so what? Why should I, Maximum Ride, care about zits and weight and skinniness when there were more important things in life to care about, like escaping psycho scientists and dealing with Fang and saving the world?

I thought so.

I sat down in the seat where Fang usually sat at because I felt like it. But once my butt tried to land, it was stopped by some invisible force. Alarmed, I jumped up and whacked the chair. Fang's rare smile popped up, and he shook his head, sitting on the chair I had attempted to sit on.

"My God, Fang. Can't a girl have some personal space?" I yelled. He smiled once more, which made my heart jump, and said, "I thought you'd enjoy my personal space." He wiggled his eyebrows over his overlong hair.

"Do me a favor and get some better pick-up lines, will ya?" I said, rolling my eyes. Fang chuckled. "You know you like it."

"Yeah. And I just looove the way Gazzy just randomly comes up to my face and farts," I said sarcastically, walking away from him.

"My, my, my, if it isn't the two loooovebirds," smirked Iggy as he walked into the room. Did I mention that Iggy's blind? And, that he can only see things when there's white around? No, I guess I didn't. But, lucky for me and Fang, the kitchen was painfully white. Everything: The walls, table, chairs . . . Everything. So, he could see us clearly.

"Shut up, Iggy," Fang and I said in unison. Iggy gave us his "You-two-are-totally-in-love-with-each-other" look. As I walked past him, I "gently" shoved my elbow into him, causing him to wince in pain.

Satisfied, I walked upstairs to my room and locked the door—or so I thought.

In quietly came Fang, silent and mysterious as usual. I groaned and plopped onto my bed, pulling my covers over my body.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I moaned, my voice muffled by my covers.

"Fine, fine. Knock, knock," said Fang. I waited for him to talk again, which he eventually did. " . . . You're supposed to say, 'Who's there?'"

"Ugh. Jeez. Who's there?" Why did Fang just randomly become Mr. Sunshine?

"Boo. Now you say--" Fang said, but I interrupted him.

"Yeah, I know the drill. Boo who?"

"Jesus, Max. You don't have to cry about it," Fang said, gently pulling the many blankets off my face.

"Fang." I said, my eyes closed shut. "Leave . . . me . . . alone . . . NOW. Get out of my room!" I tried to slap his face that I just knew was right over my head, and hit his cheek.

"Ouch. Feisty, lately?" said Fang. I opened my eyes, and his face was right above mine, just as I predicted. He was smiling his gorgeous, rare smile. I had never seen Fang smile so much. This was—what, the third time in under five minutes? How amazing.

"Seriously, Fang," I said, pushing the covers off of me. I sat upright. He sat onto my bed next to me, our arms just barely touching. I didn't feel like looking at him, trying to find emotions in his dark eyes.

"Is . . . something wrong..?" asked Fang, actually sounding concerned. No, everything's just hunky-dory! It took him that long to finally realize that?

"Max?" I popped back into reality.

"Wha'? Oh, um—yeah. I-I guess," I stuttered. Smoooth, Max. Reaaal smooth.

"Then what is it?" He moved closer, and I didn't bother to scoot away.

"It-it's just that I'm not use to this.. this new lifestyle," I said. I looked up at Fang, trying to look into those eyes of no emotions. "No Erasers, crazy scientists, adults bossing us around.." I drew my attention to the wall in front of us and just stared at it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Angel took care of that last bit," Fang said quietly. I thought about that moronic landlord, and how easy it was for Angel to manipulate him. I laughed out loud. "Yup . . ."I looked again at Fang who was staring at me, his face so close to mine.

I hope you guys never break up again, said my voice inside my head. Well, it's not my voice. It's a voice. More like "the" voice. (Wait, you don't have one? I'm pretty sure K-Mart is selling them half off.)

Oh, shut up, I thought. And of course, the Voice didn't answer back.

"Don't worry, Max," reassured Fang. He put his arm around my shoulder. "You'll get used to it. But, I can always freak you out on a daily basis if you really miss the crazy old life." I giggled. "No, thanks." Wait. Did I just giggle? Me, Maximum Ride, giggling? Well, you tell me.

Fang quietly got up and took a hold of my hand causing me to stand up also.

"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously. He turned around to face me. "Me and you are goin' outside."

"But it's pretty cold to go flying, don't you think?" I said. I was already freezing cold in the house; why fly outside when we'd just gotten back from Antarctica?

"I never said we were gonna go fly," said Fang. He smiled a strange smiled at me and continued walking out the door, dragging me along.

You guys are such romantic fools, the Voice said. Oh, please. As if Fang and I ever—Oh. Never mind.

Soo, what do you think? Btw, this is the first chapter I have ever finished of something. lol. Please review, and a chapter 2 will soon come! :D