First of all: I must apologize, but an A/N is required to explain some things. Just bear with me, 'kay? Basically, I'm writing this story because of the serious lack of flock interaction in the Maximum Ride books. Some of the characters share a few sentences in the entire series. I thought that was pretty sad. So I decided to write this.
There isn't really going to be much of a plot. It's mostly about the flock's daily life before Jeb left. The timeline may stray a little, depending on the ideas I get. So sometimes it may be when they're at the School, or when Jeb has already left. Also, the POV may be different depending on the chapter, and sometimes will be third person. The genre, also, may differ between chapters.
Oh, and I'm typing this from my notebook while listening to Glee music (go Glee! :D), so please excuse any typos that there may be. Hopefully spell-check will take care of most of them for me.
And now for everyone's least favorite part of the chapter. Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, nor am I affiliated with James Patterson in any way. -sigh- Maybe someday...
Yeah, most of you probably skipped past that. Now for the actual story. Finally. Hopefully the A/Ns will be shorter for the rest of the fic.
"We clear on the plan?" Fang asks earnestly, glancing in both directions, in search of Max. If she catches them, their plan will be ruined.
The Gasman nods eagerly. Nudge grins.
"On the count of three," he says quietly. He glances in front of him, to where Iggy is lying asleep on the worn couch, the television playing an infomercial for some vacuum cleaner. Nudge and the Gasman ready themselves behind him in the hallway.
"One... two... three! Attack!" They race forward. Iggy's sightless eyes snap open, and he sits up quickly, but he isn't fast enough. Nudge whips a roll of duct tape out from behind her back, attaches the end to one arm of the couch, and runs around and around the couch, pulling Iggy tighter to the cushion with each circle.
"Muahahaha!" she laughs. When she is done, she rips off one more strip of the ever-powerful silver tape and slaps it lopsidedly over his mouth.
With a cue from Fang, the Gasman leaps up behind the couch, turns over a can, and pushes the button, releasing mountains of Jeb's shaving cream all over Iggy's hair.
"Drop the load!" he cries gleefully.
Iggy squirms, his cries muffled by the duct tape.
"And now," Fang says, "for the grand finale."
– Flashback –
– Earlier that day –
"And that's how you make slime," Iggy says, pouring a small amount of white goop into a plastic bag and handing it to Fang. "But why'd you want to know, anyway?"
"Oh, you know, something for the kids to play with," Fang says, looking away to conceal his sly smile.
– End Flashback –
Fang tips over a gallon bucket, sending – you guessed it – a gallon of of sticky slime pouring all over Iggy, covering him from head to toe and coating the couch around him.
"That," Fang says smugly, "is for taking the last ice cream bar."
Iggy's eyes widen in disbelief. He wriggles until he can free his arm from the web of tape holding him to the couch. He rips the tape from his face. "That's what this is abou – ow." He cringes, reaching up to finger his slime-covered face.
"Hey," Gazzy says. "We're serious about our ice cream."
"And," Nudge adds, "there goes any mustache you were growing."
DON'T STOP BELIEVING, HOLD ON TO THAT – oh. The chapter's over. Sorry, I get a little carried away when I'm listening to Glee music. Heh-heh. Ahem.
So what'd you think? I was going for cute/funny, but it may have not come out like that. Sorry if it's a little OOC, but if it is, I'll probably get better about that soon. And sorry if it's too short... Tell me what you think in a review! :D Thanks for reading!