Disclaimer: Nopers, not mine, All James Patterson's and whoever else's.

Author's Note: This is my irst MR fic so lemme know how I do. I have some on the X-Men: The Movie and Law & Order: Special Victims Unit boards if you wanna check out my other works. I need 10 reviews to update again. And no, not all of my chapters are this short. So R&R people!

Max's POV

So, I bet you're all thinking that we're in a heap load of trouble. Ya know, kinda like we always are? But, amazingly, we're not. Therefore I'm slightly suspicious but hey, the rest of the Flock is just chipper so what the heck? I might as well not ruin their fun.

So, as I sit here in, get this, Bloomington, Indiana I'm pondering the last month. Yes, it's been a month since the Flock and I left Arizona where my mom, step-sister and dad were. An extremely hectic, touristy, celebrity-like month. So here we are in some big town, small city thing in Indiana. State of basketball and Nascar. Yipee. In fact, just last week we went to a Indiana Fever basketball game. Fang and Iggy liked it. Cheerleaders and women basketball players. Yea, it was just loads of fun. And yesterday? Yesterday we were in the God-forbidden Indy 500. Okay, I know a ton of Americans absolutely looooove their Nascar but I mean come on people. Go fast, turn left. Oh! Look, they're going fast and, get this! Turning left! Oooh oooh oooh! They went fast while they were turning left! Amazing. So you can all tell how much I just love Nascar. Now on to the important stuff.

So, I'm sure you're all wondering about Fang and I. We're uhm...kinda together. Yet we aren't. It's extremely complicated. He holds my hand a lot. And kisses me sometimes. But nothing's been said official yet so I'm not completely sure where we are.

And here's a new one, Iggy can read Braile. He has taught himself how over a three week time span. Freaky huh?

And Nudge is well...Nudge. Prissy, primpy, girly and absolutely amazing Nudge. She decided to buy a dress from DEB a couple weeks ago. And she tried to fly in it. Needless to say, Fang, Gazzy, Iggy and I have all been giving her crap about the little boy about her age looking straight up her dress while she was flying ever since. But not Angel. Of course not my sweet little baby.

The Gasman is being very uh...gassy. He invented a knew fart. Yes I know, I know. A "new" fart. But guys, come on. This is Gazzy. He can pull stuff like that off. Anyways, he'll eat like, a pepper and a bunch of beans and all that stuff that makes him really gassy then he'll have Iggy throw in his latest bomb right by his uh...bottom...when he farts. The results? Not so pretty smelling.

Angel's telepathic abilities are extending. She has nice, lengthy sometimes quite annoying conversations with people in their freaking heads. I still think it's creepy. For instance, last week when Fang was talking to some chick at a hot dog stand and suddenly Angel pops in my head and tells me, It's okay Max. Fang doesn't like her. He loves you. You don't need to be jealous.

And I wasn't! I swear I wasn't! Okay, maybe I was...a little.