Chapter 1: Fang's Back!
Max's POV
We all sat in the E house, pretty depressed. It's been a week since Fang left. I was kind of mad at Dylan for telling him to leave in the first place. None of us are really talking to him. Total is on his honeymoon with Akila in the Caribbean with my mom and Ella. Nudge is reading one of her magazines, again, Iggy is listening to his mystery book tape, Gazzy is listening to his iPod and Angle has her head in her book. I am picking my nails, thinking about Fang. I wonder where he is? Jeb said something about one of us having our own flock. First we thought Dylan then me then Angle. Turned out it was Fang. I just hope he wasn't with a red head. I have noticed Fang likes his red heads. For example, the Red-Haired Wonder and then Bridget Dwyer was all over him. I noticed I was bleeding. I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked to drink the blood. Like a Vampire. With fangs. Fang. Then Dylan came back down from his shower, smiling. "Hello!" he said cheerfully. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nudge and Angle look up but didn't even smile. Gazzy and Iggy didn't hear. I didn't even look up. Dylan frowned and just pretended like he didn't say anything. "Right. How's coming out for a fly?" I asked. Nudge and Angle jumped up. I tapped Iggy on the shoulder and he took out his ear plugs. "Coming for a fly-about?" I asked. "Sure" he answered and packed away his book-tape immediately. I did the same to Gazzy, who said yes. Dylan looked at us hopefully. "Are you coming?" I asked. His face lit up. And we all set out for a fly.
"Stay close to home! Just have a few games!" I called to them. Everyone nodded. Nudge, Angle, Iggy and Gasman started having a game of fly-tag. Angle was 'it'. Dylan flew above me. He wasn't doing bad for a newbie, but I would prefer it if I was above him. "Aren't you going to join in?" he asked. I flew forward and dived pass Angle. She tagged me. "TAG! You're it!" she cried and flew off as I went back for her. I tagged Nudge, who tagged Gazzy, who tagged Iggy, who tagged Nudge, who tagged Dylan, who tagged me, I tagged Gazzy, who tagged Iggy, who tagged Dylan, who tagged me, I tagged Angle, who tagged Nudge, who tagged Dylan, who tagged me. "Stop tagging me!" I hissed at him. He grinned and whispered back "But that's the game!" and I tagged him back and flew up, zigzagged and dived behind him, hovered below and shot up past Gazzy. Dylan was still after me. I signalled Nudge who on purpose flew in front of him, and Dylan accidently tagged Nudge who then tagged Angle. After that, no one tagged Dylan, apart from Gazzy who was a bit slow. Dylan tagged me. "It's getting chilly! Lets swoop in!" I pretended. I tried to fly as far from Dylan but he stuck to me like glue.
We got back inside, and I practically dived for the water bottle from the fridge. I was thirsty. THIRSTY! I drank and drank and drank and drank. Half a bottle gone. I hiccupped. Nudge giggled. I noticed it was nine. "Right! Angle! Gazzy! Nudge! Bed!" I ordered. All of them groaned. "Listen to Max." Dylan warned. Nudge gave him a death stare. Gazzy ignored him. "Can we stay up!" he moaned. I shook my head. "New rules! Nudge and under go to bed at nine. Iggy and up go to bed at ten. Okay?" I checked. Nudge groaned. I sent them to bed and then noticed Iggy had gone back to his book-tape. Oh God! Dylan would want to talk to me! I snatched Gazzy's iPod and turned on Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. The music ran through my ears.
Caught in a bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah
Roma, roma, ma
Gaga, ohh, la, la
Want your bad romance.
Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah
Roma, roma, ma
Gaga, ohh, la, la
Want your bad romance.
I want your ugly, I want your disease.
I want your everything as long as it's free.
I want your love. Love, love, love. I want your love.
I want your drama, the touch of your hand.
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand.
I want your love. Love, love, love. I want your love.
You know that I want you, and you know that I need you.
I want it bad, bad romance.
I opened my eyes to see Dylan staring at me, smiling. I gave him the what face and went back to my music.
I want your loving and I want your revenge.
You and me, can write a bad romance.
I want your love and all your love is revenge.
You and me could write a bad romance.
Oh, caught in a bad romance,
Oh, caught in a bad romance.
Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah.
Roma, roma, ma.
Gaga, ohh, la, la.
Want your bad romance.
I want your horror, I want your design,
Cause your a criminal as long as your mine.
I want your love. Love, love, love. I want your love.
I want your psycho, your vertical stick.
I want you in rear window, baby, you're sick.
I want your love. Love, love, love. I want your love.
You know that I want you, and you know that I need you.
I want it bad, bad romance.
I want your loving and I want your revenge.
You and me can write a bad romance.
I want your loving and your love is revenge.
You and me can write a bad romance.
Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah.
Roma, roma, ma.
Gaga, ohh, la, la.
Want your bad romance
Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah.
Roma, roma, ma.
Gaga, ohh, la, la.
Want your bad romance.
Walk, walk, fashion baby.
Work it, move that thing, crazy.
Walk, walk, fashion baby.
Work it, move that thing, crazy.
Walk, walk, fashion baby.
Work it, move that thing, crazy.
Walk, walk, fashion baby.
Work it, I'm a freak, baby
I want your love and I want your revenge,
I want your love. I don't wanna be friends.
I heard Dylan saying something about going to bed. I sang the "I don't want to be friends." part to him, my eyes closed so he'd think I didn't hear him.
J'ai ton amour et je veux ton revenge,
J'ai ton amour, I dont wanna be friends
No, I don't want to be friends.
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don't want to b friends.
I sang the I don't want to be friends part louder. Not much louder.
Want your bad romance.
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance.
I want your loving and I want your revenge,
You and me can write a bad romance.
I want your loving and all your love is revenge,
You and me can write a bad romance.
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah
Roma, roma, ma.
Gaga, ohh, la, la.
I want your bad romance.
As the song finished, I felt tired. I wanted to go to bed but I didn't want to leave Iggy alone with erasers back and all. I picked up a book from a shelf full and started to read. Then I got bored. I heard Iggy gasp, but that's probably just something shocking on his book-tape came up. He turned it off and looked straight ahead. "That book is awesome." he said. I smiled. "Maybe I'll try it some time. I'm off to bed. You okay?" I asked. Iggy nodded. "I'm off too. Books make me sleepy" he answered. I smiled again and we both headed to our different beds.
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I woke up at nine in the morning. I yawned at staggered out of bed. I walked down the hall, into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I looked up and down. I saw, orange juice, bacon, eggs, butter, jam, and left over pasta from the other night. Then, Iggy came down. "Right on cue. DO you want to make breakfast or should I?" I joked. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you cook." He said. I laughed. "So what we got?" he asked. "Bacon and eggs to go on and fry. I'll chuck some bread in the toaster and we'll see what everyone wants. I'll have bacon and eggs. Fang-" I started. I remembered that Fang was gone. Iggy's face went pitiful. "It's okay." he said. He reached out his hand in the direction on my voice. I grabbed it gently and placed it on my shoulder. Then Angle came down. "Hi Angle!" I called to her. "Good morning." she replied. Iggy moved his arm back to the cooker and started doing his thing. "What would you like for breakfast?" I asked. Angle thought and replied "Toast with jam." and I put two slices of bread in the toaster and waited. Then Gazzy and Nudge came down.
"Good morning." I chimed. "Good morning." they yawned. Both wanted bacon and eggs. Iggy wanted eggs on toast so out came Angel's toast and in went two more slices of bread. I buttered and jammed the toast and handed it to Angle, who chomped on it. Then Dylan came down. "Hi guys!" he said happily. "Hi." we all said a bit lackey. Dylan shrugged. "What's cooking?" he asked. "Bacon, eggs and toast." answered Iggy flatly. "Can I have eggs? I love eggs." Dylan asked. Fang loves eggs. After a while we all sat down and finished off our breakfast. "So what are we going to do today?" I asked. Nudge perked up. "Can we go shopping? We need new clothes and we could get our hair done." Nudge asked. Angle nodded with her. "I do need an hair cut." said Gazzy. Iggy shrugged. Dylan didn't say anything. We finished our breakfast and flew ahead while I searched for my credit card. I found it and catched up to them, thanks to my little power of super speed when flying.
We flew to New York and memories flooded in. We came here a long time ago looking for names of our parents. Iggy found his but wanted to stay with us because his parents wanted publicity with him and Gazzy and Angle's parents sold them to the school. My mom and dad turned out to be Jeb and Doctor Martinez. Half good and half bad. I've forgiven Jeb of leaving us now. We landed in the park and walked to the mall. There was a hairdressers there and all of us headed there. Nudge had a trim and a wash and added more honey-colour highlights to her brown hair, I had a wash and a trim with a pink streak on the lock which always gets in my face. Gazzy had cut off a lot of his hair and spiked it. He had dark-brownish hair with blonde tips which I think looks good on him. Angle had a wash and trim and curled her hair. Iggy had a trim, spiked hair and wash. Dylan had a wash and trim. I love them all, apart from Dylan.
Then Nudge dragged us into some clothes shop. I bought a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, black jeans and sneakers. Iggy had a white t-shirt with a white jacket and white jeans and white sneakers. He loved white. Dylan had gone for the same look like me. "Are you siblings?" asked the shop assistant. Dylan went to say no but I said yes just in time. Nudge had a pink shirt with blue jeans and blue and white sneakers with a denim jacket. Gazzy had a green t-shirt with a red jacket, jeans and red sneakers. Little Angel had a lilac shirt with black jeans and jacket with black and violet sneakers. We all needed good, strong shoes for running and jumping off cliffs for flying. Then we went to a pet shop and bought Total a new black and spiked collar for when he comes back. After our shopping, we flew home. I wonder where my credit cards bills went. I never got one.
We flew home after making slits on our clothes to let the wings out. I felt clean and fresh. At home we had a surprise. In our living room was a fifteen year old looking boy with dark clothes and hark hair and dark eyes. On his back, black wings. Fang. And he had brought a few friends.