Okay. This is like my first fanfic. Okay, not exactly my first fanfic, but the first one I actually might like. I like criticism, so feel free to express your feelings about it. Oh, and spoiler for all 3 books.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I know. I have to say all this shit about me not owning Maximum Ride or anything else you might find outside of my messy brain.

Chappie 1-Untitled, like most of my world

Flying. God, it was amazing. Talk about adrenaline rush. I mean, you go up about two-thousand feet, suddenly snap in your wings, and drop about three hundred feet down, only to end up with your flock again.

Sure. I'm a mutant freak. But hey, I'm also the Maximum Ride. The world's savoir. It's been 3 months since we blew the whole "world domination" idea from Itex in Germany, without half my flock. But, thanks to Fang's blog readers, we managed.

God, Fang. He was great. I couldn't have done it without his blog. Though, if you tell him, I will deny it. I just have too much pride to swallow to tell him. He'd laugh. I know it.

"You can't be so sure, Max," Angel said. Grr! That girl! As much as I love her, she's ALWAYS tapping into my thoughts.

So, I guess since I've already mentioned half my flock, I guess I should tell you about all of them.

So, you've heard about Angel. Six, sweet, and my baby. But, despite her name, that girl can be really scary sometimes. She not only reads minds, but she can control them sometimes, too. It really creeps me out.

Her older brother, the Gasman, is not so creepy. He's eight, and has something funky going on with his digestive system. He can mimic other peoples' voices. I've lost count of how many fights he's started between Fang and Iggy with his dark gift.

Nudge the motor-mouth comes next. At eleven, you'd think that she'd be quiet. I was. (A/N:I don't know this for a fact, so just bear with me) But no. She was all talk, all the time. But hey, she also has some serious talent of being able to always look on the bright side of things. She's real open-minded.

Then there's Iggy. He's blind and fourteen. And yet, he can still kick ass on Iron Chef with his cooking, make bombs with Gazzy (his partner in crime), and tell us apart by the feeling of our feathers and skin. Creepy, I know. (A/N: I don't have that high of a vocab, so I use cliché words like 'creepy' and 'really' a lot. Just thought you'd like to know)

The guy I was talking about earlier, the one with the blog, is Fang. Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, Silent and Brooding. Sometimes, I wish I could tell him how I felt about him. I realized while we were separated that I really do love him. But I'll bet ya your allowance for two years he doesn't love me.

"You should just tell him how you feel, Max. He feels the same way," Angel said, looking at me.

Angel, sweetie. What did I say about reading my mind?

"Not to do it," Angel said, her face falling. Then she dropped back to Nudge.

I felt someone's wings barely brush against mine. I turned my head to my left, where I saw Fang looking at me.

"You know, it's not good for you to keep your emotions bottled up," he said.

"Look who's talking," I muttered.

"Hey, at least I'm not constantly talking to my dad in my head."

"Wow, Fang. More than two words. I'm impressed." I said.

"Are you trying to make me mad?" he asked.

"Are you trying to get on my nerves?" I countered. Geez! Could he get anymore annoying?

"Hey, Max!" Nudge called. "A town! I bet it has hotels, and food! Oh, man, I love food! Oh, that reminds me, I'm HUNGRY! Can we stop and-"

"Gosh, Nudge! My ears hurt!" Iggy said with his usual gentleness.

"Yes, Nudge, sweetie, we can stop for food." I told her.

Oh, and Max? Angel asked in my head.

Yeah?

Can we stay in a hotel for a while?

Sure. Thanks to-ugh-dad, we have unlimited founding. That's probably the one good thing he gave me.

Well, he did help you save the world. And, you know, you would have never realized you LOVED Fang if he hadn't sent you to England with Ari.

Please don't bring my brother into this. It's still hard.

Sorry.

Hey, you didn't know.

'What, debating with Jeb again? You're too quite, it scares me." Fang looked over at me.

He needs a haircut. We all do. I thought.

"Hmm? No, talking with Angel," I replied.

"About? For a second there, you looked like you about to cry." Damn him! How does he do that?

"Ari," I whispered.

"Oh." He waited until I looked at him to talk to me again. "Max, it wasn't your fault. He expired."

"Yes, but it is my fault his had the crappiest life I could possibly imagine, next to ours, which I might add, is still going on! He died! He actually had something good happen to him! And that one good thing happened to be death!" I felt tears start sliding sown my cheeks.

Fang glided over to me. He gently grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. "Max," he whispered. "He tried to kill us. He tried to kill you. How can you feel bed for him? You have every right to yell at me."

"He was my brother," I sobbed.

"Shhh, Max. It's okay. Let's land." Fang said. Then, he did something that surprised me. He kissed me.

"You know, just because I'm blind doesn't mean I don't know what you're doing," Iggy said, breaking Fang's wonderful kiss.

"I wish I was blind," Gazzy muttered.

Chappie 2

Fang and I found a hotel and got three rooms, hoping that there wouldn't already be pairs being made. So much for those hopes.

"Hey, Max? Nudge and I will share a room and Gazzy and Iggy want to share one, too." Angel said as Nudge grabbed their key.

"Thanks Max!" Iggy said, taking his and Gazzy's key.

Turning to Fang, I was thinking about bringing up "The Kiss, part III", when Fang said, "We need to talk."

"Yeah," was all I managed.

We opened the door and my eyes automatically did a 360. It was pretty crowed, what with the dresser, and the TV stand and be side table, and the giant king-sized bed. Wait, rewind and remix. One bed??? This couldn't help our uncomfortable situation.

"Um…about earlier," Fang began, sitting down on the bed. He got as far as that before I interrupted.

"Fang, I know you really want to talk-which, personally, scares me-but can it wait until tonight? The kids are hungry. I'm sorry." Wait. Did I-I, Maximum Ride-just apologize to Fang? I guess I like him more than I thought.

"Oh, yeah, sure," He said. The way he said it broke my heart. He had to have built up a lot of courage to talk to me. I had to let him do it now, while he still had some.

"Never mind. I'll be right back, tell Iggy to take the kids, and we'll talk. Then we'll go eat." I told him, and I swear, his eyes brightened, and that brought a smile to my face. I loved to see him so happy.

Angel? I thought.

Yeah, Max?

Can you have Iggy come by and take you guys out? Fang wants to talk to me. It sounds important.

There was a long, aggravating pause before, Yeah, he'll be over in a sec to get the Max card.

Thanks much.

She replied by projecting a smile into my head. And, as if on cue, Iggy knocked on the door. I opened it and pressed the card into his hand. "Go anywhere. I don't care. Dinner's on Dad."

Glad to see you're finally accepting me as your father.

Not now, please. Hang on. Question:

Answer.

Grrr. Is Fang going to tell me hew loves me?

No answer. Of course. Dad's version of: wait and see.

"Okay. Talk," I told Fang, sitting next to him on the bed.

"I love you," he said, all in one breath.

I stared at him as if her were a alien or something.

He suddenly looked embarrassed for saying anything. "You don't love me, do you?"

"No, Fang! Don't think that! Please don't think that! I was just in shock from you showing emotion," he gave me a light smile. "I love you too. I really do. I just can't-" I was immediately silenced by his lips.