AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY GUYS! CHRISTMAS IS COMING, SO I'VE DECIDED TO MAKE A FLOCK CHRISTMAS STORY! ENJOY!
"Tis the season to be jolly! Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!" Nudge, Gazzy and Angel sang from the backseat of the Volvo that Fang had jacked from the Wal-mart parking lot.
"Yo! Quiet in the backseat!" I turned around and gave Gazzy a sharp glare. His shoulders sunk, as if I was going to hit him or something.
"Here we are. Our Christmas getaway home." Fang announced from the driver's seat.
"Yay!" Angel grabbed Celeste and jumped out into the snow. As she span, her small, bare legs where showing as she twirled around, the snow making her cheeks a cute shade of rosy pink.
"Let's unpack, and then you can play outside." I picked her up, the bobble on the top of her hat sticking to dang close to my mouth.
Our cottage was made of logs, sort of pioneer-ish. The inside had green, floral patterned carpet in every room, except for the kitchen and washroom, which had blue and white tiles. The walls had a purple and blue lacey pattern. All the furniture was wooden, and we had a nice, brick, fireplace. The scent of maple drifted through the rooms. There weren't any doors, besides the bathrooms, and the bedrooms.
"Wow! This is like, wow! You know?" Nudge set her suitcase on the ground.
Nudge's dark hair was tied into a sloppy bun in the back. Her cheeks where rosy, and she was wearing her brown coat and skinny jeans. Her sweater was red and pink horizontally striped. She also had a matching woolen scarf and gloves.
Angel was wearing nothing but knee-high rain boots and a silky pink dress that dropped to her lower thighs. Her short, wavy, blonde hair was limp, but still fluffy, somehow.
Gazzy was wearing filthy jeans and a sweater that said "Looking for trouble? Here I am!" on the front. His blonde hair was hidden under his green and orange hat.
Iggy was only wearing a white t-shirt, with one of the sleeves ripped out. His jeans had holes in the knees. What a retard.
Fang….well, it's Fang. He was wearing black.
I was wearing my Garage brand coat and skinny jeans. Nudge had gotten me and Areopostale sweater, so I was wearing that. My hair was tied into two pig-tails, thanks to Nudge.
"Max, come here!" Angel called from down the hall. I ran, thinking something was wrong.
"Look at our room! There are 3 bunk beds! One for me and Gazzy, one for Iggy and Nudge, and one for you and Fang!" Angel beamed. I don't know why she wanted me to sleep in the same bunk as Fang, nor do I want to know.
" Cool. In speaking of beds, it's almost 10:30. We should hit the hay." I checked my watch.
" Okay, Max. See you in the morning." Angel crawled under the covers.
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" Night, Fang." I said climbing up to the top bunk.
"Night, Max." He said. I was leaning over the side of the bunk, totally upside down, and Fang was sitting cross-legged on his, our faces inches apart. We looked at each other, for one second, I thought he was actually going to kiss me. Then we both burst out laughing.
"Max!" Iggy yelled suddenly , making me shriek a bit, and fall over the edge. I wasn't high enough to fly, so I was going to fall on my head. Instead, I landed on Fang, who had a look of worry on his face for a fraction of a second. Then I sat up, and muttered "Thanks".
"Would you like the bottom?" Fang asked. I groaned.
"I just heard two very inappropriate things. Are you guys doing something bad?" Iggy smirked.
"Ew! No, dammit!" I giggled.
This was going to be an awesome Christmas. Hopefully.
AN: DID YOU LIKE CHP.1? I DID! I'D LIKE YOU TO ALL PRAY FOR A LITTLE GIRL NAMED EMILY WHO I'M VERY CLOSE TO, AND SHE HAS A BRAIN TUMOR! EVERY PRAYER HELPS!