I want to get this out of the way.

I love Maximum Ride.

Got it? Good. Now I'll throw you into my situation.

She doesn't know. Well, she probably does know, she's just never heard me say it.

Yet.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

I was originally planning to tell her in the middle of the night on her bed while we were making out. You know? Simple and to the point.

I was going to. I really was. But, I forgot about the nine year-old hopeless romantic picking around in my seventeen year-old mind.

Cue dramatic music. Dun dun dun.

She gave me hell for that idea, practically screaming to the world that I didn't have a romantic bone in my body (which in fact, I do), and - only after she calmed down - she decided to help me.

So here I am now, with a partially shattered eardrum (Thanks Angel!). Angel trapping me in the corner of her excessively pink bedroom.

I almost wanted to barf at all the pink: light pink, dark pink, hot pink, baby pink, ultra pink, neon pink. I think you get the idea. I could see the stuffed animals lined up neatly on her bed and the Taylor Swift poster on her wall; you wouldn't think she had an evil bone in her body by looking at her room. But then again, by looking at my room, most people guessed that I was emo. Which I'm not, by the way. Some people just like the color black. Thank you very much.

"You should have asked someone if that insanely stupid idea was okay." she seethed.

"I did, I asked Iggy." Apparently that was a big mistake.

"Iggy!" she exploded, and I am ashamed to admit that I shrunk back a little. "Iggy is blind, Fang. Litterly and metaphorically. He is so lucky that Ella thinks he is. He's worse than you when it comes to being romantic."

"Okay! Okay, I get it. I screwed up. Jeez Angel, was this really necessary?"

"Yes! This means I have to help you."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"No. You don't."

"What is going on in here?" A voice called out and I realized she must have heard the shouting.

The first thing I saw was the door opening, and then a beautiful woman walked through it.

The love of my life walked through the door like she owned the place. Which was sort of true; you see, after we destroyed Itex and saved the world, the government got off their lazy asses and gave us a house . . . and a hundred thousand dollars. Max was all for giving it all to charity and refusing to use it, but they wouldn't budge and told her that it was all Itex's and that it was rightfully ours. So, the house and the money went to us.

I watched as she glared at us, but softened a little bit. It was her loving side that did that. Well, at least I hoped it was her loving side. Her brown hair was cut – by a stylist – and her blonde streaks were visible, it fell loosely on her shoulders. I mind was bombarded by images of my hands tangling themselves through it, Angel's glare became more pronounced.

"I was just telling Fang that he-" I covered my hand over her mouth.

"Telling you what, Fang?" Max asked. She looked adorable with her head cocked to the side like that. I could only focus on her lips. God must hate me because she chose this day to put on lip gloss. Whatever I was going to say was unconviently wiped from my mind.

"Those - that - uh, we're all out of - of duct tape." Smooth Fang, real smooth.

"Duck tape?" She said, almost looking like she believed me. We did use a surprising amount of duck tape.

"Yeah . . . Iggy was asking too. I'll - uh go run and get some." I said, removing my hand from Angel's mouth and giving Max a goodbye peck on her lips as a scurried from the room.

I saw Iggy and Gazzy talking in low tones in the kitchen. Ella and Nudge were laughing and pointing at the screen of my faithful laptop.

"We'll need duct tape. . ." Gazzy said, and I felt a little more accomplished. At least it wouldn't go to waste.

You are not off the hook Fang.

Oh yeah, I forgot Angel could do that; which is why I jumped a little and hit my head on the low doorway on the way outside.

Grumbling and rubbing my head, I closed the door behind me. Then, I saw that it was raining. I groaned. Normally we couldn't fly in rain, but noticing that it was only a light rain, I could probably make my way to the store easily before the rain picked up. I still wanted to fly, even if it was only two miles away from the store. Flying always made me relax. I know I needed it if I didn't want to punch any mind readers. Plus, those two miles were over the forest, so I wouldn't be spotted easily. I could always hit a tree if the frustration got the better of me.

I spread my dark wings and jumped into the air. This was going to be fun.

Note sarcasm.

A/N: Okay, this is something that I've wanted to post for a while. I made sure I had 4 of the 5 chapters done and edited before I did that though, because I'm a major slacker. I want some reviews: good, bad, telling me to continue. So, I'm just testing the waters. This song is inspired by the song "I Love You 5" by NeverShoutNever, though, it only mentions it once in passing(so far). So, that is why there is only going to be five chapters. I'll update on Wednesday(maybe Tuesday if I get 5 reviews, hint hint). Okay, you may press that button now!