Max POV
'We're going home, guys,' I announced one evening over barbecued chicken. See? Now we're more civilised. CHICKEN, instead of say, desert rat.
'Home? You mean like, back to your mom?' asked Nudge.
I nodded, happily. The Voice had told me yesterday that we had done a good job on saving the world and I decided to give ourselves a holiday.
Over the past six months me and the flock had been flying around America, reducing the effects of global warming. We had done lots of stuff, so I won't bore you with the details.
'YAAAYYY!!!'
'FINALLY!'
'YIPPEEE!'
The flock yelled in delight. Except, of course, Fang. But even he allowed himself a smile.
'When are we going, Max?' Angel asked me, a perfect smile on her adorable face.
'Tomorrow,' I grinned at her.
'Max, are we there yet because I'm starting to get really hungry and you know if you get hungry then eat too quickly you can get stomach aches but that's never happened to us before so I was just wondering if -' Gazzy clamped his hand over Nudge, the motormouth.
'Yes Nudge. We ARE here but we're just flying around for no reason' I told her. *sarcasm intended*
I sighed. We were flying to my mom's house, in Arizona. I couldn't wait to see her or my blood sister Ella. I looked at my flock: Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy, Angel, Total and... Fang.
Fang, I had kissed him on the beach once and he had kissed me twice, in a cave and on the dock. Even though nothing had happened between us in the past six months, I had lots of mixed feelings for him.
I loved him, but I loved all my flock. It was just the way he would always be there, the way his soft black hair fell over one of his gorgeous deep eyes, the way his smile lit up my world...
Don't worry Max, he loves you too. Angel told me in my mind.
Angel! Get out of my head!
Sorry.
Argh, it could get annoying having a six-year old mind reader.