A/N: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic so please be nice. The first few chapters might be a little rough but it will get better, I promise. I changed up the ages a little:
Max: 16 (junior)
Fang: 17 (junior)
Iggy: 17 (junior)
Nudge: 16 (junior)
Gazzy: 15 (sophomore)
Angel: 13 (8th grade)
Dylan: 17 (junior)
Ella: 15 (sophomore)
Ratchet: 17 (junior)
Star: 16 (junior)
Kate: 16 (junior)
Maya: 16 (junior)
Holden: 15 (sophomore)
It's been 1 year 3 months and 15 days since Fang left me. I was seriously depressed so my mom thought it would be a good idea to bring us all to the high school a couple minutes away- or middle school for Angel- to get our minds of of Fang. Dylan and are, yes, dating but we aren't official yet. Dylan knows that I'm still in love with Fang, so I'm pretty sure he's afraid that I'll reject him. Not that I will- I mean, I still love Fang but, he's been gone while Dylan's... here. A/N: Yea... tense change here. Present to past... Awkward...
"IGGY! IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME MY TOWEL I WILL KILL YOU!" Ah yes, the typical Monday morning for the bird kids. As you can tell Iggy stole my towel why I was in the shower.
"How can I steal your towel if I'm blind?" His muffled voice came from outside the door.
"Hmm... I don't know, the same way that you can build bombs, destroy Erasers, and hit a high five without missing maybe?" He was silent for a second before saying, "Alright, alright, I'm coming in," Before I could react, Iggy walked in, threw my towel at my face, then walked to the sink and started brushing his teeth. "Um Iggy? I'm naked... could you like, leave?" I asked, feeling very uncomfortable.
He spit and turned around to face me. "Stop doing that!" I exclaimed covering myself with the towel. "I'm blind, remember?" he asked gesturing to his unseeing eyes. "Doesn't matter now," he said walking to the door and leaving it wide open in the process. Of course at that exact moment Dylan just had to walk by and see me in nothing but a towel.
"Hey Max," I breathed a sigh of relief when he kept walking- until he stopped, looked me up and down, smirked, then went down stairs. Sexist pig.
After my embarrassing shower incident, I went down stairs, only to be hit in the face by none other than- a waffle. The sticky waffle slowly slid down my face and I glared at the direction that it came from. Gazzy was eating nothing with his fork and Iggy was whistling and 'looking' around the room avoiding facing me. In one swift movement, I grabbed the nearest food in both hands- which just happened to be Angel's French toast- and threw it at them.
"Food fight!"
Gazzy threw his syrup-covered waffle at me but I ducked and it hit – none other than- Nudge. "I JUST FLAT-IRONED MY HAIR!" She screeched as she ran full-speed at Gazzy. Dylan, who seemed to come out of no where, held her back as she franticly kicked and screamed at Dylan. I kept yelling at her to stop, but nothing worked. Gazzy was yelling about how it was my fault, as Iggy just walked around picking up the breakfast plates.
Suddenly, everything stopped. No one moved, Even Iggy who was now at the sink washing the syrup off the plates. Angel then walked between Gazzy and Nudge and pointed at the staircase, and Nudge stomped up the stairs to wash her hair. Angel pointed to the sink where Iggy was still frozen and they both started to wash the dishes silently together.
Dylan looked at me with wide eyes in surprise and I walked to him and patted him on the back saying, "For an 13-year-old, she's a scary kid,"
"Alright! Your bags are by the door, we are flying to Blue Springs first, to drop off Angel then we are going to North Ridge." I was looking around for my phone when I saw a hand go up in the corner of my eye. I sighed, "Absolutely no mind-reading, mimicking, or explosives of any kind." I reminded them. "And no you can't bring your flat iron to school," I added giving a pointed look at Nudge. She was checking her makeup in one of those foldy-mirror things; she probably didn't even hear me.
I rolled my eyes and checked to see if everyone was here. Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, Iggy, Fa- I mean Dylan, Ella... I did a quick 360 to see her sitting at the breakfast table sipping coffee and watching us with a smirk on her face. "What?" I asked defensively. "I will never get used to flock mornings," she said, a small smile spreading across her face. "Well your part of us now so get used to it." At that, she started to beam as she ran up to hug me.
Yes, Ella does have wings. After much complaining about how she wanted to fly with us, I reluctantly agreed to let Jeb and Dr. G-H to graft wings onto her. Apparently, they fixed the whole painful-flying thing with 6 month checkups, where Jeb touches up the openings in her back as she grows. Weird, I know, but Ella loves it.
I chuckled as I tried to wiggle out of her grasp, "Let's hit the air,"
After we dropped off Angel- which let me tell you was a hassle, because instead of landing and walking her into the school, she insisted that she go in on her own. She said -and I quote, 'I'm 13 now, i don't need to be treated like a little girl anymore.' I was about to remind her how many times we went on rescue missions for her when a pointed glare came my way from Dylan. Anyway, after we arrived at school, we all went our separate ways- well most of us. Dylan has wrestling, Nudge has home ec with Ella, Gazzy has English, and Iggy and I have chemistry.
"You know Angel still needs you," Ah Iggy, never to beat around the bush.
"No, she doesn't," I admitted. What no one knows, is that when I looked at Angel as we were flying away from her school she was talking to a boy.
"Yes, she does. Your like her mom. She can come to you for anything: clothes, boys, ya know, girl stuff,"
"No, she can go to Nudge for those things. I can barely be considered a girl," Iggy just shook his head as we walked into Chemistry.
After a nice little discussion with the principal- with who other than Gazzy about putting a stink bomb int the girls bathroom- I walked towards the cafeteria for lunch. After I went into the line-three times might I add; you can never get too many corndogs- I stopped and looked around for the table that Dylan said he'd be at. A loud laugh from my right pulled me out of my search. When I turned to place the owner of the voice, my blood went cold. There sitting at a table with people I never thought I'd see before, was the guy I've loved for two years now.
Fang.
A/N: Haha! Cliffhanger! But, yea Fang is in the picture now and Max's life is about to get much more complicated... Anyway, I'm thinking of making a updating schedule... It took me about two days during the week to write this chapter so every other day Monday through Friday, and maybe everyday on Saturday and Sunday. Please review guys! This is my first fanfic so I need all the feedback I can get. The more reviews I get the more I might be motivated to type faster... -bandfangirlnerd527