Me: Hey Razzle here again with another wild ride ready for the flock. BTW this takers place during FANG the morning after they meet Dr. God.

Fang: I can't believe you are doing this! Its embarrassing!

Me: Okay so your saying you don't want this to happen?

Fang: Mumbles unintelligibly.

Me: Thought so.

Max's POV

I jerked awake at the sound. Something heavy was slung crossed my midsection, and I wasn't wearing clothes.

Had I been captured and taken back to the School again?

I took a deep breath and assessed my situation, silently. The soft cushy bed I was lying on was not part of the School. Unless they remodeled the dog crates into full sized beds. Sarcasm people gotta love it.

The thing slung over my midsection moved slightly.

"Morn'in Maxie," Fang mumbled hugging me against him tighter.

FANG!

My cheeks burned hotly as I remembered what we had done last night. He had been trying to comfort me about the Flock, Dr. God, and saving the world. But mostly the flock. It spiraled out of control, and I was soooooooooooo glad it did. But still I can't believe that we....ha-ad...ssssss I can't say it.

Sex Maximum Sex, the voice said always ruining the moment.

Don't say it like that! I snapped back at it, as I snuggled into Fang's embrace.

Maximum this wasn't part of the plan, the voice repremanded.

GO AWAY, I mind growled.

And for once it listened.

I let out a huge sigh. I tucked my wings in so I could get closer to Fang. His wing draped over me protectively.

After a few minutes I sat up. Careful to keep the covers up around me. I had a splitting headache, not like a brain attack though. It probably didn't have anything to with the fact that we had drank everything alcoholic in the mini-bar. Note to self bird kids and alcohol do not mix well.

A sudden nauseous feeling swept over me.

"I think I'm going to be sick!" I said as I ran to the bathroom using my supper speed.

"Max? Are you okay? I have a shirt for you." Fang said as he open the door a crack. I took the shirt and put it on. It was his black, baggy, the wing holes were in the right place, and smelt of Fang. I loved it. I looked up took see Fang looking at me with concern on his face. Which was weired. Also he decided to put on his under shirt and boxers.

Fang chuckled at me, and I glared at him. Which made him laugh harder.

"What?" I asked him putting my hand on my hips.

"You look hot in my clothes," He said with a cocky grin.

I rolled my eyes, my sexist flying pig.

"Lets go find the rest of our clothes."

"I think I found your shirt or at least whats left of it," Fang said picking up a piece of fabric. That would explain why it was missing.

"Oh well. There was bound to be some casualties. I'll just wear your shirt," I said with false resign. I was still feeling sick, and hungry. How long can a hangover last?

Max help! Flock in L.A. a trap. Help.

"Max," Fang said shaking me slightly, making me feel sicker.

"Fang there's a trap for the flock there in L.A." I said in a whisper.

"Lets go then," He said jumping out the window.

It's done the first chapter AMEN! PLEASE REVIEW! I would love to know what you think!