Max flew silently, savoring the wind as it whipped through her hair. " Max, I'm HUNGRY!!!!!!" Nudge yelled.
Max's POV
That girl, always hungry!!! " All right, find some place to land. Then we can eat. I think we have some Power Bars left in Fang's pack." So we landed in some pines, somewhere in western Michigan. We had been flying over the lake for some time, my thoughts wandering, always seeming to land on my flock, Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, Iggy, and Fang.Yes Fang, especially Fang. What was I going to do? I couldn't talk to him any more the way I use to. There was this weirdness between us lately that choked off everything but the most simple requests and times for watch. I tore my gase away from said flock member just as he was about to turn and see who was staring. Instead, my gaze lingered on Iggy. I had been relying on him more and more lately. He was good, but he wasn't Fang. Yet again, I was thinking about Fang. This thought pattern repeated in my mind, as we got ready for bed. Thinking about Fang, trying NOT to think about Fang, and then finally ending up thinking about him again.
"This would be sooo much easier if you just admitted that you like him" the voice so helpfully chimed in.
"Long time no annoy, Voice. And thank you sooo much for the really helpful advice. " (a/n: note sarcasm) I replied.
"You're welcome."
I mentally rolled my eyes, and got back to getting ready for bed. Life is way too complicated. I thought to myself. Soon, we were all ready, stacked fists as our nightly ritual, and fell asleep.
Fang's POV
I looked up from my blog, just in time to watch Max drift off. You might think that it was overly romantic for a guy who hides his emotions so well, to call falling asleep, Drifting off. But I do, so DEAL WITH IT!!!! Or face my wrath!!!! (insert evil laugh here). Sorry, back to Max. As she was drifting off (ha ha), she looked so peaceful. Not like she ever does when she's awake, except for when she's combing Angel's hair, or flying with Nudge, or when she's moving something closer to Iggy's hand so he can find it on his own, or sometimes when she she's looking at me.(a/n: sorry, I forget how that line goes anyway.) No, she can't like me like that. She left after I kissed her. I bet that was a….trick of the light, or something, she couldn't have been looking at me like that. Anyway, just because I like her like that, doesn't mean that shelikes me back. Best to avoid that. It's too easy to get hurt. That's why I retreated behind this mask in the first place. It's too easy to be hurt…
Random Councilor's POV
"Campers!!!!! Report to your units immeadiatly!!! And get out of those trees! You could fall and hurt yourselves!!!" I called up into the trees. Good lord, the nerve of those children! They could have been killed. I ought to call their parents and report this immediately to their UDs. "no, mam, please, don't report us, we're really nice children" a sweet voice broke into my thoughts, and I looked down into the face of the most angelic face I have ever laid eyes on. Of Corse I wouldn't report them, they were the most well behaved children I had ever met. And they were just having a bit of fun...
Max's POV
Ok, so basicly, now we (the Flock and i) are enroled in a fine arts camp, and I'm stuck in art. I didn't ask for this I don't want this, and I blame Anne Walker. That b#$!!!!! How could she do this to us?!?!? She knows that I hate being in crouds. Even the movies totally freak me out, and now I'm stuck eating meals in a mess hall filled with 1000+ kids and barely enough adults to control them. This is going to suck.