So this is my second fanfic. Plz enjoy :)

I do not own Maximum Ride.

My names Fang. You might be wondering: Who the heck is Fang? and Why is his name Fang? Well let me tell you a bit about me. My best friends are Max and Iggy. Let me elaborate on all this some more: I have raven black hair with bangs that hang in my face, tan skin, and wear, mostly, black. Max, 5'8", dirty blond hair, tan skin, brown eyes, loves chocolate chip cookies, has been my best friend since kindergarten, her sisters' names are Ella, Angel and Nudge . Oh, and one more thing, she's dating this Derp named Dylan. Now Iggy on the other hand, is this pyromaniac along with his brother Gazzy. He's the best cook you'll ever meet. Personally I think he should have his own show like 'Cake Boss', I don't watch that show, but when you have J.J as a sister, you learn stuff. As an example if I were to say "Here Comes Honey-Boo-Boo" would you understand what that meant? Well because of her, I do now. I'm getting off topic, so back to Iggy, he has strawberry coloured hair, pale skin, about 6'0", prankster and hates when people disturb him from his bomb making and video games. He's also in love with Ella, but doesn't have the guts to do it.

"Fang, Max is on the phone!" J.J yelled from downstairs.

I got up off of my black bed, and made my way over to the phone that was on my dark wood dresser. Pressing 'talk' I answered.

"Hey Max."

"Hey Fang."

I walked back to my bed and flopped down.

"So what'cha call about?"

"Umm, well.." she started nervously.

"Yeah?"

"I know that you don't like Dylan and all but can you look after Angel and Nudge tonight?" Max asked quickly but it came out like 'Iknowthatyoudon'tlikeDylanandallbutcanyouloo kafterAngelandNudgetonight?'

"And why is that?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"I'm going out with Dylan."

"Derp." I muttered.

"Fang, there's nothing wrong with Dylan, we've been going out for two years now. He's totally faithful."

That's what you think.

"Fine, what time?" I asked.

"Six tonight, so in about twenty minutes. Oh and can you also Bring J.J for Nudge and Ella to hangout with?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Thanks Fang, I owe you." Then Max hung-up.

I threw my phone onto my bed and picked up my electric/acoustic right handed guitar and started playing (while singing):

She's crying
On the phone
Everyday, it's the same
But she'll never know
He's lying,
He's not alone
At the bar, grinding hard,
With another ho3

So wasted,
He stumbles in
Throws the keys on the couch,
Acting innocent,
She won't ask,
Where he's been,
Just wants a kiss from his lips,
Cause she misses him

All this time, it kills me

I put down my guitar, and picked up my song book and a pencil. I already knew what the next line was going to be:

This is the game that plays away,
He's gonna cheat
Night after night,
Another girl, another drink

The thing that killed me was, I knew. But I never told her, I didn't want to hurt Max. Yeah I know, it might sound cliche, but it's entirely true. Looking at my clock it stated 5:45. I sighed, and left my room.

So this is another story and I don't know if I should continue or not. What do you guys think?

R&R

~xAdrenalineRushx