A/N: Okay, so it was a little more than a week... But I'm writing it now! I have an idea of where I want to go with this, but if you have any suggestions, just tell me and I'll be happy to try to work it in. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or anything else you may recognize.

Claimer: I own everything else. That includes The Golf Cult and... whatever else I put in here.

Chapter 1 - Proper Introductions

Max's POV

You'd think Nudge and Angel would start running out of cruel games to make us play. But you'd think wrong. They had the bright idea that combining Truth or Dare with Spin the Bottle would be a great way to get to know the Golf Cult better.

The rules? Very simple, I'm so glad you asked. You either choose truth or bottle. Answer whatever the person throws at you, or spin the bottle and take your chances with whoever it was. Boy, girl, kid, teen, it didn't matter. Most of us went with truth in the end.

"Fang," Nudge asked. "Truth or Bottle?" He got this wicked glint in his eye, similar to the one he got when he first signed me up for the Golf Cult.

"Bottle." A chorus of 'ooooh's sounded as he spun the bottle with a flick of his wrist. I waited on baited breath to see who my boyfriend would have to kiss.

The tip of the bottle spun wildly, eventually slowing, slowing, slowing. It passed us one by one: Iggy, Angel, Barry, Gene, Jennilyn, Krystal. It came to a stop. It was me! I let out a sigh of relief. Fang must have some special way to spin the bottle so he determines who it lands on.

"Pucker it up!" someone from the other group yelled. I rolled my eyes as I advanced toward Fang. 'Twas just a quick peck, but it got them to shut up.

"Jennilyn," Fang called out. She was the "middle child" in the group of five.

"Truth. I don't know how you guys can stand the possibility of kissing someone you couldn't stand to do so with." She was a tid bit talkative.

"Boxers or briefs?"

"On a guy or me?"

"You, of course." Whaa? Well, maybe it's not so weird wearing boxers (they are very comfy), but it's slightly weird that Fang of all people was asking it.

"Boxers. Very comfy," she said, echoing my thoughts.

"Max." The moment of truth. Or bottle. Heh, you get it? Oh, never mind. I weighed the options. Kiss someone (possibly other than Fang), or answer some horribly embarrassing question. Question it is, then.

"Truth."

"Just how far have you gone with Fang?" My mouth dropped open in shock. She was basically asking if I've had sex.

"You know, that's just not something we should discuss in front of such innocent ears..." It was a desperate attempt to avoid answering.

"Kids, plug up your ears," Iggy ordered, smirking. Oh, I'll get him. I sighed in defeat. But I still wasn't going to say it out loud. (A/N: Hey now, this is a PG-13 story. Sorry to disappoint.) I whispered into Jenni's ear. She squealed. That girl. I shake my head at her.

Hm, maybe I should introduce the Golf Cult a bit more formally, right? So there's Barry, el leader, 16; Gene, 15, very much the girly type; Jennilyn, 14; Krystal, 13, emo kid of the group; and Kiowa, 12, very "I-belong-on-Mars." I won't even bother reintroducing the Flock. If you can't tell us apart by now, you have a few issues.

The game went on, getting more embarrassing. We all now know that Barry has gone out with all three girls in his flock, that Krystal has some fetish for Adam's apples, that Gene has to practically dress Kiowa herself, and the Kiowa thinks he was born on Mars and shipped as some government thing. Interesting? I should say so.

We settled down in a cozy clearing in a forest for the night. I was on watch, Total curled up next to me. He was "forever indebted" to me for saving his life. Yeah, whatever. Earlier, Barry had been hitting on me. I decided it was time for some payback for our little playa. I nudged the mutt awake.

"What is it, Max? Trouble? OH MY GOD! TIMMY'S IN THE WELL AGAIN, ISN'T HE?! I'M COMING, TIMMY!"

"No, Total. I just need some help." He tried to salute me with his paw. "Just go over to Barry and lick his mouth for a while. I'll do the rest."

"This is so gross. But I do owe you..." He sighed.

"Mm...Barry. Mmmm... You rock my world." I couldn't decide whether to gag or laugh. He was enjoying his "kiss" from "me."

He rolled around and reached up to grab "my" neck in an embrace. His eyes shot open as he realized what he was kissing.

I decided then: laugh till I throw up. Not literally though. I fell to the ground and rolled around laughing, waking everyone else up. "That...Was. Pay...Back," I managed between gasps of air.

Questioning glances shot between me and Barry. Let's see him justify what he did earlier.

"Um. Barry, what just happened? What did you do to deserve payback?" Gene scolded him.

"I just said she was pretty..." he mumbled pathetically.

I finally sobered up enough to tell them the story. "Psh. He slapped my butt!" Fang radiated anger and pissed off-ed-ness. He tackled Barry to the ground. Just as he was about to introduce his fist to his face, I stopped him. A fight isn't exactly the best way to start off a partnership. We had a job to do.

"Fang, I took care of it. I got Total to slobber all over him. We're even." I could see it in his eyes that it certainly not over. I hoped we didn't have a new prank war. I shuddered at the thought.

Whoa boy, this is going to be...interesting.

A/N: Yay! I did it! Haha. Barry's a playa. I hope you liked it. More to come soon!

And when I say Krystal is emo, I mean in a musical sense. Not the stereotypes everyone seems to know so much about. -rolls eyes-

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