I decided I liked writing Max Ride fanfictions so much, that I would write another! This one is what the Flock does on their spare time! (Not realistic... :3)
Disclaimer: Me: Max... do I own you? And if I don't, can I? Max: No. Not a freaking chance. Me: God Dammit.
Max's POV
I quietly snuck into Fang's room in the middle of the night. We were living in my mom's house while we planned our next move to save the world.
But this was more important.
Creeping quickly into the room the boys shared, I shook the can of whipped cream to make sure it was completly full. Step by step, I got to Fang's bed in under seven seconds. (Yeah, I timed... sad.) He was in the perfect position!
I sprayed the can of whipped cream onto Fang's open hand, putting the feather i was holding in my mouth. I then gave him a delicious moustache, and finally dumped the rest of the can into his pajama pants.
I held back a laugh, knowing Fang was a light sleeper (actually... no...) and I pulled the feather over my mouth, tickling his nose. He used the hand with the whipped cream to wipe his face! I snickered and ran out of the room.
============================ The Next Morning!=====================================
I woke up the next morning with Iggy sitting on my bed snickering. I grinned, then realizing Iggy couldn't see, so I held up my hand.
"High five Ig!" I said and he slapped my hand, and he walked out of my room. A half a second later a very white and angry Fang came barging in.
"MAX!" he screamed, wiping the cream off his face. I giggled and jumped out my window, spredding my wings and flying away. And guess what?
Fang was close behind...
This was a little short... so sorry about that! Even though it was short, would you guys like to see more? Leave it in a review and maybe next time I'll do Fang!