A/N: Hola! I'mbilingual! No, actually sadly I'm not… I only speak poceto Espanola (I don't know if I spelled that right, but I don't really care…) soooo on with the fanfic! Nudge/ Iggy and Fax! Yaaay! There might be Gazzy/OC and/or Angel/OC! There will definitely be Ella/OC! This is my first Maximum Ride fanfiction that isn't a oneshot! Yay for me! Annnnyway, ignore my random author ramblings and begin the first chappie! Set after MAX.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride and never will… *sniffle* *sniffle*

Nudge's POV:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NUDGE!"

"HOLY CRAP!" I yelled. I was walking down the stairs to get some breakfast at Dr. M's house: we were taking a break, and Max decided she'd want to be with her mom after the whole incident with her getting kidnapped. It was, in fact, my birthday. Jeb had found the exact dates somewhere in left-over Itex files, and that brings us back to now, when I descended the stairs to demand some food from Iggy and what I found was the flock, Jeb (whom Max decided she trusted, so naturally now we all do), Ella, and Dr. Martinez jumping out at me from behind numerous different pieces of furniture. My whole family was beaming at me; it was a perfect birthday surprise, except…

"Where's Iggy?" I asked, it could never be perfect without my Prince Ch- I mean my big brother… my blind, bomb-loving, sweet, sensitive, not to mention ho- NO! Bad, Nudge! Iggy is your brother! B-R-O-T-H-E-R! NOTHING MORE!

You just keep telling yourself that…

"ANGEL, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Everyone but Angel gave me a confused look and to my utter embarrassment, Iggy had strolled into the room carrying my birthday cake as I yelled. "YUM! CAKE! Let us eat cake! Hey, does anyone know who said that? I think it was some queen of England that was like slaughtered by her subjects or somethin'. I'm pretty sure that's what I read online. Maybe it was a Mary something. Mph." Max had made her way up to me and put her hand over my mouth. "Sorry…" I mumbled through her hand, licking the inside of it, which tasted awful, by the way.

"Ew, gross, Nudge!" exclaimed Max, as she peeled her hand off my mouth and wiped it on her jeans.

"Can we just eat already? That cake is making me drool!" complained Gazzy impatiently. Max gave him a disapproving look but I nodded.

"Let us eat cake!" I repeated, and we all ran towards Iggy.

"Wait a second!" he yelled at the crowd about to run him down for his cake. He carefully set down the cake on a near-by table before he spoke again. "I think the birthday girl should have the first slice, then you should all form an orderly line behind it, so you do not ruin my creation." I chuckled and Iggy grinned in my general direction.

"Thank you, Iggy," I said as he handed me my slice of cake. "Wait!" I yelled as everyone started to line up behind the gigantic masterpiece. "I'd like to have a look at my birthday cake before you animals start to attack it!" Gazzy groaned as I took in the sight of my cake. It was tall and layered with ornate bright designs. It was vanilla with chocolate icing (Iggy knew it was my favorite) and when I got a good look at it, I realized the color of the icing was the exact same as my skin tone. "Oh, my god, Iggy, you're amazing!" I exclaimed. To my delight, his grin grew wider. He has a dazzling smile… his teeth are sooooo white… Wait, no, bad Nudge! Don't think about his smile! He's your brother… your friend… your lo- NO! STOP RIGHT THERE! YOU DO NOT LOVE HIM! NOT AS MORE THAN A BROTHER!

You're lying to yourself and you know it!

"SHUT UP, ANGEL, AND STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!" The words came out with much more ice than I meant them to. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up to me with faces filled with what varied from shock to fright to anger. Angel looked indifferent, Max looked like she was going to blow up in my face for yelling at 'her baby' like that, but everyone else just looked like they'd like to send me to a mental hospital.

"Uh… Nudge…?" said Max and I knew she was trying to hold in her anger.

"Sorry… it's just she keeps butting in to my thoughts and commenting on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…" I answered her non-spoken question. The look on her face changed from one of rage to one of understanding.

"Angel's bugging you about Voldemort?" asked Ella.

"Uh… Who?" Max asked.

"The evil wizard from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling, Nudge's read the books, and I think she made me watch the movies with her…" answered Iggy to everyone's surprise.

"How'd you know who the author of Harry Potter is?" I asked.

"I read the books." When everyone stared at him in confusion he continued, "… in brail… Didn't I tell you I learned how to read brail? Hm… must've slipped my mind…. But anyway, there's this website where you can buy brail books and Dr. M got me some for a late birthday present…"

After that, we had a happy conversation about Harry Potter and forgot all about my little outburst. Thank the Lord (or whoever else is up there) for Ella! That night, I'd totally forgotten of mine and Angel's mind- conversation, when Ella had to bring it up again while we were both getting ready to go to sleep (which we never really do, we just lay awake and talk).

"Soooo… who's this 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' I had to cover up for?" she asked casually. What would I do without Ella to save my butt then question me about it later…

"Ella… it's no one…" I said dismissively.

"Oh, well it sure sounds like somebody," she insisted.

"Ella…"

"C'mon, we're best friends, you can tell me anything." Well, at least that part was true: Ella and I had become really close during our time here, and I'd tell her almost anything…

"Okay, fine, it's…" I walked over to the door, poked my head out to make sure no one just happened to passing by, and shut it tight. "….it's Iggy…" I whispered so low she had to lean in to hear me.

"Ha, I knew it!" Ella squealed. "You like Iggy!"

"Well… it's a little more than that… I… I think I love him…" I whispered, my voice lowering with every word.

"Omg! This is serious! Congratulations, Nudge, he's your first love!" she let out another high-pitched squeal and hopped in bed.

"…. And you have to promise me you will not tell a single soul what I just said," I demanded sternly, switching off the light as I did so.

"I promise. Good night and Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks. Night, Ella," I smiled as I lay my head down on my pillow.

I promise too, said sweet voice in my head.

Uh, thanks, Ange, but can you get out of my head now?

Okay, good night, Nudge!

Good night!

A/N: Yay, first chapter up and running! Sorry about the mediocre ending… Please Review 'cause it makes me happy!

-Peace, Love, and Humming Birds!