I looked out the window at the night sky. Stars were twinkling down. There were gentle snores coming from the rooms of my flock. That's right; you heard it – my flock. If you've read the MR books then you don't need the explanation. If you haven't, too bad. Go and read them.

We had just saved the world from the evil clutches of Itex. That was all good and dandy.

So we had been staying at Dr. Martinez's (A.K.A. The Best Mom Ever) house.

Ella was practically bouncing off the walls when she saw us. Everyone was so happy. I got chocolate chip cookies everyday! So here we were sleeping on the third night after saving the world.

I felt kind of twitchy. Things couldn't last this way forever right? I mean everything has been so nice and calm.

Mom and Ella were trying to teach me how to cook and I made my first successful taco today.

Nudge and Angel had gone shopping everyday so far with my Mom, buying truckloads of clothes.

Nudge had gotten me some 'appropriate clothes' in her opinion. So I had a wardrobe full of dresses, skirts, halter tops and the rest of it. What's so wrong with a pair of jeans and a top?

Iggy and Gazzy had been making bombs galore in the backyard, making two neighbors move away. My hair was still singed from getting too close to one of them yesterday.

And Fang…well he was just being Fang. Strong and silent. But he did seem much happier. I'm not sure what my feelings are for him and I don't want to know because I like life the way it is.

I shifted under the covers. It was too comfy. I think I preferred sleeping on the ground, breathing in all the smells of the forest. (Not including Gazzy's smells) I needed to get out.

I swung my legs over the bed and walked to the window. I pushed it open trying to make as little sound as possible. I could hear Nudge muttering in her sleep. The corner of my lip lifted. Talking 24/7 that one.

I climbed onto window sill and then let myself fall. The cool air whipped my face as I free fell for a few feet. My wings snapped out and beat downwards. I rose up in the air, feeling wonderful.

I accelerated up past the roof getting faster and faster till I was soaring across the sky. The feeling was amazing. I could see the house getting smaller and smaller.

I tucked my wings in and fell like stone. Everything was a blur. I could make out a dark figure standing on the roof of the house watching me.

I started to slow down getting my feet ready to slam the stranger when I recognized the face. I landed lightly next him and smiled.

"Hey Fang, I guess you needed to get out too." I said, slightly out of breath.

"Yep," Fang replied, sitting down on the roof tiles. I sat down next to him and we both gazed up at the full moon. It was a comfortable silence.

"Max?" Fang said softly. I turned to look at him, feeling kind of nervous. Why am I freaking nervous?!

"Yes?" I said, equally as quiet. The moonlight hit his pale face which looked undecided. He looked like he was struggling for words. His eyes looked nervous which was a surprise because he was almost always Mr. Emotionless.

"I just wanted to say…it's just that…Max I –" Fang mumbled, looking down at his hands.

"What is it Fang? Spit it out." I said firmly but I felt kind of edgy. He looked up and his dark eyes watched mine. They were devoid of any emotion again.

"Your hair's a mess." Fang said, eyeing my singed, messy locks.

"Jerk!" I snapped, smacking him upside on the shoulder. The corner of his mouth twitched. I jumped off the roof flew down through the open window.

I landed on the carpet and realized this wasn't my room. It was Fang's. It was mostly black but I could see some greys and his bed sheets were navy blue. I strode toward the door but noticed a notepad which was heavily scribbled on.

I picked it up. There was a title – 'How to tell Max'. I felt a jolt. What did he want to tell me? That must've been what he was going to tell me on the roof. My eyes traveled down the page but the rest of the writing was scratched out so much that I couldn't make out any words.

Frowning, I dropped the notepad onto the desk and headed off to my room quickly and quietly. Fang wouldn't be happy if he knew that I had been in his room. I climbed back into my bed and looked out at the stars.

What did Fang want to tell me? It seemed important. And most of all, why do I feel all jumpy at what he wanted to say.