I woke up with hot breath on my face.
Ugh, Total! Stupid dog.
Needless to say I was definitely mistaken. It wasn't Total. It was the complete opposite. It. Was. FANG! What the h-e-double toothpicks is going on here?
I was about to wake him up but then I looked at the face that was so close to my own. He looked so peaceful; I couldn't just wake him up. That'd be cruel and heartless. Suddenly, he pulled me close. His eyes shot open.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
"…Uh…hi…" Fang said, and yes, he blushed.
"What are you doing in my bed?" I asked angrily. Okay, so it was fake anger, a girl does have to keep her secrets you know!
"I don't know," he jumped up and found that the others had already left the motel room. Hmm, now that is suspicious. Fang lie back down. He spotted something on the room door. He got up, read the note that was stuck to the door, and came back to me. He handed me the note and got back into MY BED.
"What are you doing?" my jaw dropped at his audacity.
"Going back to bed, Iggy has the Flock."
Oh. Dang. He got me. I looked down at the note; sure enough there it was.
Max and Fang,
Iggy and I took the Flock out to go get food. Be back in a while.
Well, I don't exactly know when we'll be back, but it will be a while since we have so much food. And maybe Iggy will let us play in the park. That would be so much fun! And then we could watch the other birds fly around, but they wouldn't look as cool as us…
The letter went on like that. At the bottom, Nudge had scrawled her name. I looked down at Fang's again sleeping figure. How could he sleep at a time like this? We technically had no idea where the Flock was! Ari could have forced Nudge to write that note! But why wouldn't he take Fang or me?
I started to mumble my worries, complaining to the voice in my head, which, I might add, wasn't responding to any of this.
"Max?" it was Fang.
"What?"
"Shut up."
"No! I don't know where the Flock is, Ari could have taken them, Jeb could have killed them, someone could have found them out, they could have-" Fang cut off my Nudge-like rant by putting his hand over my mouth.
"What will it take to get you to be quiet?" he questioned. I just shrugged in reply.
We both got up and went to the bathroom. We brushed our teeth (I don't know why, but the voice pushed me to do it), awkwardly in the small sink and for some reason Fang dragged me, and okay I dragged him, back to bed.
Then, my complaints started again, but even more outrageous than before, "What if evil brain-sucking raccoons got them? What if mutant karate cows attacked them? What if-" I was cut off. But this time, not by Fang's hand, but his lips.
So is this why you made me brush my teeth?
Max, no one wants to kiss someone with morning breath.
Oh, true.
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Yeah, I know. Deathly short. But I was bored. And I like it! So there!