A/N: Ok, so I finally got around to posting this. I've been neglecting it, sadly…

Fang: Poor fanfic…

Me: -sighs- But it's here now. And I promise I will update, I just don't know how often.

Iggy: She writes enough to post at least once a week.

Me: Which is why I'm practically failing History and French…

Fang: We're all failing!

Me: As you can see I've kidnapped Fang and Iggy—

Iggy: Against our will!

Me: That's what 'kidnap' means, Iggy. Anyway, they've been kidnapped and have been forcibly re- enrolled in high school with me. Sophomores are we!

Fang: Yay…kill me now…-searches for rope-

Me: Iggy? Disclaim please?

Disclaimer: MJ doesn't not own Maximum Ride. Nor does she own Fang and me, nor Saint. Oh, and she doesn't own the PE-loving quote either, sadly.

Claimer: She does however own herself and any other characters she invents along the way.

MJ's POV

"I'm sick of being blind!" Iggy yelled, after tripping over yet another useless piece of furniture.

This was the fifth time today.

I almost felt bad for the guy, but just this morning, he had taken my nail polish remover, my toothpaste, my iPod, and my cell phone battery (notice he didn't take the actual phone) to use for bomb making.

So I didn't plan on sharing too much of my sympathy.

Fang glanced up from his laptop (no doubt updating his blog again).

"So why don't you do something about it?" he asked.

"What do you suggest I do? I can't just snap my fingers and gain sight, nimrod!" Iggy yelled.

"I meant, try finding someone from Itex, like that self-healer kid!" Fang retorted.

"Itex?" I cried. "You're suggesting Iggy goes to Itex?"

"You got a better idea?" He looked at me, not expecting a reply.

"It just so happens, I do!" I smiled, smug. Iggy looked in my direction.

"You do? Really?" he asked hopefully. "What is it?"

I was overjoyed that for once, I was the only one with a reasonable plan.

"I think we should look for those other mutant-kids. The ones you guys rescued from the Institute." I said slowly.

"Where would we start? We have no clue where they went." Iggy looked quite desperate.

"Umm…that's not entirely true…You see-"

"No, I don't see, Fang. That's the problem here."

Fang continued, ignoring him. "Angel read the girl's mind as she left with the others. She said they're going to a certain area of the Colorado Mountains, where no one ever visits. A perfect hideout."

"Really? We should definitely check it out, then." Iggy smiled. I blinked. Iggy was agreeing with Fang?

"It's a long shot, but it's worth a try." Iggy added, reading my mind. (No, not literally.)

"Well then, you want to leave tomorrow?" I asked them both.

"First thing in the morning." Fang agreed.

"Well, I'll go make dinner then" Iggy mumbled, walking off.

"Yeah, you do that. I want-" Iggy cut me off.

"You want pancakes and bacon. Just like the rest of us." he said laughing.

"Just like always." I smiled. And with that, I walked off to go watch TV.

There are these bizarre people who actually like physical education class.

You expect these people to grunt a lot and enjoy the art of sweating. You expect them to wear designer PE gear and yell stuff like, 'Dude, we are going to rock this freaking volleyball court!' .

While I don't do any of those things, I swear I am still one of those bizarre PE-loving people.

Actually, I love exercising in general.

Especially flying.

Okay, so I know I can't actually fly, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. It just means I get to watch instead of participate.

Anyway, I love watching it so much for 2 reasons. Fang and Iggy. They're just so adorable, flying around all carefree and whatnot.

But even with the adorable Fang/Iggy (not to be confused with Figgy) factor, I was still not all that psyched about the freezing-cold air surrounding me. Just thinking about it made me shiver.

I bet the air was mocking me. Or maybe I was just paranoid…

My raving paranoia was always there, making me question things.

Like that squirrel. Was it really just a squirrel, or was it spy?

I decided it was normal, and that I would let it live. For now. But I was going to keep an eye on it.

I was startled out of my insanity when Iggy walked up behind me.

Without saying a word, he sat down next to me. This is where we all come to think.

Probably because the view was so amazing from here. From my spot on the porch, I could see the sun setting, the last few orangey rays slowly disappearing over the horizon as the sky grew steadily darker.

I could see the all the little animals sleeping, and the buds of wildflowers closing for the night.

I could hear the owls, and the wolves, and the gorgeous little babbling brook at the edge of the densely packed forest. I leaned back, lying flat on the porch.

The stars were beautiful tonight.

I reached over and grabbed Iggy's arm, pulling him to me. He laid down, and I knew he was listening.

We did this every night, and as tired as I was, it was very calming.

I head Fang emerge from the house, and without turning, knew he was leaning against the porch rail, waiting for me to begin.

I gazed up at the stars. I recognized my favorite.

"There's the North Star," I said softly. "The brightest, most beautiful star in the sky." I pointed to, and grabbed Iggy's hand to show him where it was. He smiled.

"Iggy?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"I promise, when you get your sight back, you will see that star."

"You mean if. If I get my sight back."

"No, I mean when, Iggy." I promised. I continued pointing to the stars.

"You see that one there, Fang?" I paused, and he nodded. "That's Orion. And over there's the Big Dipper."

"MJ?" Fang asked.

"Yeah, Fang?"

"You said there's a Little Dipper, too."

"Oh, right. It's right there. Above the Big Dipper. It's upside down, like it's pouring into the bigger one."

Fang seemed to like this particular constellation. I made a mental note to mention it again, next time we did this.

"MJ?" Iggy sat up.

"Yes, Iggy?"

"Can we go flying now?" The poor kid was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Of course." I replied.

I couldn't help but laugh as he jumped into the air, flapping his wings and doing his best impression of the Blue Angels. Fang followed him, smiling.

Yes, Fang actually smiles quite a lot now. He claims it's the stars.

I think he's just happy.

I watched them for a bit longer, before remembering once again that I couldn't fly.

A minor drawback, but watching them almost made up for it.

When they were feeling generous, they would each hold one of my hands, carrying me between them.

Which was sweet, but my fear of heights got the better of me, so I don't do it very much.

Sighing, I stood up and decided I needed hot chocolate. Immediately.

Thinking the back door was still open, I tried walking through.

Sadly, the door was closed, so I smacked right into it. I heard the boys snickering from above.

Funny, I had been sure it was open. I bet that suspicious squirrel closed it! Evil squirrel!

I opened the door and made my way to the kitchen.

As I pulled out a mug from the cabinet, I realized I had no idea how to make hot chocolate.

But I didn't want to interrupt Ig's flying fun to ask about something as pointless as hot chocolate.

Plus, I figured, "How hard can it be?"…

Five minutes later, I got my answer. I had poured a bunch of the powder stuff ('Just Add Hot Water!'), into the mug and filled it with water. Then I put it in the microwave for 2 minutes.

A minute and 39 seconds later, the microwave began smoking.

Panicking, I grabbed the first thing I saw (a jar of flour), and started throwing handfuls of the stuff and the flaming appliance.

This was quite effective in putting out the fire.

Unfortunately, the microwave and my mug were ruined. I grabbed both, tossing them out the window.

Didn't need Iggy finding out about my less than adequate cooking skills.

To reassure myself that I was still a better cook than Fang, I went to the fridge to make ice.

Then I called the boys in.

It was awfully cold outside, and they didn't need to catch colds.

After getting ready for bed, I went to go check on my ice.

I was shocked when I pulled it out of the freezer.

Even after two and a half hours, it was still liquid. I went to bed, crying over my failed attempt at ice.

A/N: Yay! Chapter 1 finished!

Iggy: -sighs- Just post the stupid chapter…

Me: Don't look so glum! You're one of the main characters!

Iggy: That's what I'm afraid of…

Me: Well, I thought it was pretty good for my first chapter. Right Fang!

Fang: Can I go now?

Me: No! -huggles- You can't leave!

Fang: -headdesk-

R&R? Please just constructive criticism at the moment. I'll alert you as to when you may flame me, if you wish to do so…