Disclaimer: I'm not James Patterson – wrong gender.
Fang sat down next to Iggy and sighed. Iggy quirked an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?"
Fan groaned, burying his face in his hands, "Max."
"Well, maybe she wouldn't be a problem if you knew how to feel."
Fang glared, something that, on Iggy, was completely wasted. "I know how to feel."
"Right…"
"I can! I could even tell you something I like about Max with every letter of the alphabet."
"Tell her."
Fang pales, regretting what he'd just said. "What?"
"Tell her, tell Max."
"Tell me what?" Someone asked behind them; making them both jump. Fang turned around with a guilty expression on his face and smiled at Max lightly. She narrowed her eyes even further and placed her hands on her hips.
"Nothing," Fang staid standing up. And turning to look back at Iggy – who was now strectched lazily on the grass – he added "You're on."
(A/N: This is my first try at writing something "Maximum Ride" so … it kinda sounds weird. Leave your opinion, please! =0)