Cookies

The truth about Max's cooking.

NOTE

This probably sucks, due to sleep deprivation. I advise you NOT to read it, I made it purely for fun. It's very random, and I have a feeling a couple o' strange people will like it. So yeah, carry on if you dare. Also, warning: Very OOC.

DISCLAIMER:

I do NOT, in any way, own material from James Patterson or the artists of the songs in this Fanfic. Please don't sue me. I love you, if that helps. Now onto the story!

"Maaax, Fang is on it again." Nudge whined, eyeballing the dark 14-year old. We were currently in a hotel, having two connecting rooms. The door was open, and Nudge had just walked in.

"He had another one? Someone should put him on a leash." I sighed, knowing that the next few hours were going to be heck. Nudge just walked out, nodding her head. I liked it when he acted sane and quiet, now…now he should be in a straightjacket. Take now for instance.

He had just walked in, and began singing, "I was gonna cut myself, then I got high." I tuned him out. Ever since…then…he would randomly sing, usually having his arms out like he was an airplane. Most of the time he changed the lyrics, like now, to fit him. Even though I'm pretty sure Fang wasn't that "emo".

"Would you shut up?" An annoyed Iggy strained, going insane over the situation. "Some people are trying to make a bomb to blow you up! I'm so sick of you getting high, Fang! Stop eating Max's cookies!" Yes, my cookies were so terribly good they made Fang high. Is that possible? Not sure. Is Fang really high? Definitely.

"Iggy, I will not allow any kind of mutilation of Fang. Even if he is high, deep down he is still our emo birdkid." I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. I will admit, though, blowing Fang up would at least silence him. No, bad Max. You like Fang. Or so everyone thinks…

"I was gonna kiss Ma-ax, because I got high!" Fang shouted at the top of his lungs, causing Iggy to actually laugh.

"Alright Iggy, I now grant you permission to blow Fang to smithereens." I said, Iggy still having an grin creeping up on his face.

"Actually, I'm gonna let him live. I want to hear more." He said, fully interested now. I swear, the whole flock has gone mad. We're stranded here in this beat-down apartment, no where to go, and forced to listen to Fang. I should've never made those batch of cookies. I tried to throw them out after he had three, but Angel thought it would be funny to "convince" me to keep them. Now look where we are.

"I believe I can flyyy." Fang began to sing another song, after his first one ended. I sighed, and Iggy began to chuckle. Boys are complete birdbrains. See, that was pun-ny? Okay, I must be high off of the cookie fumes. That or I've reached insanity from Fang and my merry band of lunatics.

"I'm going flying, I need some silence." I told the Flock, who were smart enough to stay in the opposite room of Fang. I prayed that Fang would not stop me, but life just wanted to torment me. Life just had no mercy for the 14 year old girl that had been tortured for the beginning of her life, and now on the run.

"But Max, I wanted to dedicate this next song to you." Fang said, a melancholy tone in his voice. I didn't know whether I should run or stay, right now I wasn't too sure. It wouldn't hurt to just hear it, though. I mean, how bad could it be. After he saw I wasn't leaving, he began.

"Okay, I'm a cheerleader now!

U.G.L.Y

You ain't got no alibi, you ugly.

Eh! Hey! You ugly!"

I sighed, this boy was hopeless. Iggy, on the other hand, cracked up laughing. Fang just continued his song.

"Your teeth are yellow, they're covered in mould
You're only fourteen, you look a hundred years old
When looks were handed out you were last in line

Your face looks like where the sun don't shine
Did you fall off a building and land on your head
Or did a truck run over your face instead
There ain't no pill cause you ain't ill"

I regretted ever staying in that hotel room. After that, I flew out of there like a bat out of heck. I would do something about those cookies, if it's the last thing I do. I want my old Fang back, the one that was actually normal. Well, normal for us. I don't see how the Flock could take it, I guess they just thought seeing my misery was funny. "Curse you, all-mighty Cooking Gods! I will avenge my nutty Fang's soul!" I shouted into the heavens, angry at the Cooking Gods for granting me such an evil curse.

As I flew overhead, there was one thought that kept entering my mind. I am NEVER making chocolate chip cookies again.