All right, so since my last one-shot was such a hit (somewhat) I thought I'd give it another try. I can't think of anything else to write for Bath Time For Fang! Without ruining it, so just think of this as you second chapter of sorts, haha. I got this idea yesterday, while I was at church. I came up with the name shortly after, and it all sort of fell into place. The time is somewhere in the middle of the second book. Max and family haven't found out Anne was a traitor yet, so all is good…sort of. I'm thinking there will be a couple more chapters, rather than have this be a one-shot. Anyways, enjoy!
Max POV:
I was beginning to like Saturdays, while we stayed with Anne. When we were out on our own, trying to survive, we didn't even realize it was Saturday, unless we happened to find a newspaper or hear someone talking.
Here at casa de Anne, Saturdays meant sleeping in, eating a great breakfast, and just doing absolutely nothing.
Which I did…all day. It. Was. Awesome. I couldn't wait to do it again tomorrow.
Saturday nights were even better. First we ate a huge dinner. Then we did more nothing, but this time the nothing consisted of movies.
I could get used to this…if not for the fact that I am a mutant freak, who was still on the run from my worst enemies, and couldn't trust anyone.
I had just sat down at the table and began to dish a large serving of lasagna onto my plate, when Anne said "Kids, quiet down. I have something to tell you." My stomach went cold.
Last time she had something to tell us, we ended up at school, with the Headhunter.
"Make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time tonight. Now that I've gotten you settled in, it's time for me to get back with my schedule. You will all be attending church with me tomorrow."
Every bird-kid jaw dropped. I closed mine with a snap, and glanced over at Fang, who was uncharacteristically letting his shock show.
Church!?
"Anne, have you gone completely bonkers? We can't go to church!"
"And why not?" she said in a haughty voice.
"Well…I don't know. We aren't the most…uh, religious mutants."
"Nonsense. If there's ever a time to get religious, it's better now than never. You'll be fine. I went shopping today, and picked you all out something nice to where. You'll find it in your closets." She stood up from the table, and took her plate to the sink. After she had finished rinsing it, she turned around, and fixed us all with a glare.
"I expect you all to be up by eight o'clock sharp. We won't be attending Sunday school this time around. I don't want to throw you into all of it. We'll just go for the service. I expect nothing less than perfect behavior, is that understood?"
We all nodded, and she smiled. "Good. Max and Fang, it's your night for dishes. When you're finished, we'll start our movie." She left the room, leaving us alone.
Angel smiled at me, from across the table. "This is going to be fun. I've seen some churches here. They're really pretty."
I gave her weak smile. So much for my doing nothing, tomorrow.
We finished eating shortly after, and Fang and I cleared the table, as quickly as possible.
"I'll wash, you dry." He offered. I grabbed a towel, and set to work.
Fang turned the water on, and began to scrub. "I can't believe she's making us go to church." He said without looking up from the dish.
"Yeah, but don't worry. It'll be the last time she ever does."
He looked at me sideways. "Why? What are planning?"
"Nothing at all; I won't need to. Gazzy and Iggy will probably blow something up. Angel will use her freaky mind control on someone, and Nudge will probably talk someone's ear off. All we have to do is sit back and watch. Face it Fang. This flock is trouble on legs, when it comes to public outings and encounters."
"Anne is in for a rude awakening, then." Fang said.
We ended up going to bed at ten. The next morning came all too fast.
After hitting the snooze about fifty times, I finally got out of bed, and went to my closet. I opened the doors slowly, afraid of what I would find. Okay, so it wasn't too bad. Anne had picked out a pair of black dressy slacks, and a white shirt, with a small, funky looking vest. Instead of heels she had given me shiny black flats. Thank you, Anne!
I was showered, dressed, and presentable in record time. I went down to the kitchen, and found I was the last one to appear. Okay, so maybe record time wasn't so fast.
Fang looked me over, and I felt oddly uncomfortable. "You look, uh…"
"Watch it Fang." I said jabbing a finger into his shoulder.
"Pretty. I was going to say pretty."
I felt my cheeks heat up. "Oh, well, uh, thanks. You look…nice…too." And he really did. Anne had done a good job, by picking a sensible black sports coat, on top of his collared white shirt, and black pants. Nice clothes suited him well, I couldn't help thinking.
"What about me, Max?" Nudge asked, twirling in her new dress. It was long-sleeved, and a dark navy blue. She had white stockings, and navy blue Mary Jane's.
"You look great Nudge. You too Angel."
Angel looked like…well, an angel. Her white dress and white stockings seemed to make her curly blonde hair shine golden.
Iggy and Gazzy were handsome too. They were both dressed similarly to Fang.
"Oh, good, you're all ready. Let's go. I'm afraid I don't have enough Bible's, so you'll have to use the ones at the church." Anne said. She herded us out to the car, and off we went.
Anne's church, was nothing spectacular. It was big, but it wasn't extravagantly so.
Inside, was just the same. The stained windows cast a dark, but at the same time, colorful light inside the church. There were three sets of twelve pews. Most of the left, and middle were filled. I hoped Anne snagged one in the back.
Organ music was playing, as people of all ages roamed around, greeting people, shaking hands, hugging. The light roar of voices was sort of overwhelming for those of us with acute hearing abilities. Not to mention the closed in space and close proximity of people. It was enough to make Fang and me crawl the walls.
"Max, kids, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Thelma Dyess." Anne said, as she introduced us to the woman she had been speaking with.
Thelma Dyess was old, to put it nicely. When she smiled, her face disappeared underneath her wrinkles. I couldn't tell where her eyes began, and her chin stopped.
Still, I held my hand out, and shook the one she offered me.
"We're so glad you could join us today, Max."
I mumbled thanks, and watched her waddle off to greet someone else. Anne ushered us into an empty pew (in the back), when a man in an elaborate purple robe stepped onto the stage, and up to the dark, wooden podium. The room immediately went quiet, as everyone shuffled to find their seats. Gazzy shuffled down the pew first, then Iggy, Nudge, Angel, Fang, Me, and last, Anne. We sat quickly.
"Welcome to our services this morning. It is wonderful to see your beautiful faces, on such a glorious day."
He continued on for a couple seconds more, and then made a rising motion with his hands. Everyone stood, and my flock and I scrambled up, since we were the only ones sitting.
The organ music began, and so did the singing. Anne nudged me, and pointed to the books sitting in the slots on the back of the pew in front of us. "Sing," She said out of the corner of her mouth. I picked the book up, looked at hers for a page number, and flipped to it, noticing that my flock did too.
I began to sing. Badly, but at least I was singing. That was what God wanted, right?
I saw Fang's shoulder's shaking, out of the corner of my eye. I looked over at him, and he snickered. I punched his shoulder, throwing him off balance.
Anne looked over at me, glaring. I smiled innocently, and went back to singing.
Poor Anne. She had no idea, the mayhem that would surely ensue, on this little outing. Fang and I were the least of her worries.
So, how was it? There is more, so never fear. To those of you who did read Bath Time For Fang! There will not be another chapter. I'm sorry. I just couldn't think of anything, without cluttering it. But think of this as your gift, because of that. It will get funnier…I hope. I promise…I think. =) Anyway, review please!
