This is my first time writing for fanfic. I hope you like it!

(Max's POV)The smallest noise made me sit up in my bed. I could hear someone moving around downstairs. I quietly crept out of my room and down the stairs. The noise was coming from the kitchen, so I peeked around the corner. Fang was digging around in the cupboard.

Okay, I'm going to explain things to people who don't know who I am. My friends and I are not normal. We have wings. My flock consists of me (Max), and Fang, who are 14, Iggy, who's also 14, and blind, Nudge, the 11 year-old motormouth, the Gasman, who's 8, and Angel, who's 6 and can read minds. I just thought I'd explain that.

Anyway, back to Fang. Usually, Fang wasn't loud. "Fang?" I said. He gave no inclination that he had heard me. "Fang," I said again. No response. He continued to search my mother's kitchen. I strode forward and spun him around to look at me. His eyes were closed, like he was still sleeping.

I stifled a giggle. Fang was sleepwalking! "Fang!" I said loudly in his ear. His eyes popped open and he jumped backward, hitting his back on the counter.

"Wha'?" he said, looking around. He looked at me. "Why am I in your mom's kitchen?"

"You were sleepwalking!" I said between giggles.

Fang looked confused. "Sleepwalking? I don't sleepwalk."

"I guess you do now," I said, walking back up the stairs. He followed me. I was still laughing. But as I got back in bed, I wondered. Why had Fang been sleepwalking?

I know it's really short. The next chapters will be a lot longer.