AN: My first fanfic. Set after MAX. The Flock is living with Max's mom.

Oh, maybe I should tell you… there's a lot of stuff going on right now, so, um, updates may take a while. Just so you know.

And please I need a better title. I didn't have one, so I got it from a song. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Nothing's mine, except the plot, I think.

Voices in peoples' heads (Angel and The Voice)

People when addressing said voices in their minds

Max's POV

It was peaceful. Yeah, you heard, peaceful. Which, of course, means someone is getting ready to capture or kill you in a few days. Or maybe that's just my life.

It has been a month since anything has actually happened. A month since we rescued my mom. Her body had healed well and quickly; only a few deeper cuts remained – on the outside. She was tortured horribly by some of Mr. Chu's underlings and she still has nightmares about those days. Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever end.

Other things had also changed after that little adventure of ours - specially my relationship with Fang. He was my best friend, but we had developed feelings for each other. Although we had kissed a couple of times before, we had only recently become boyfriend and girlfriend. I was thrilled and wanted to spend every second of my time with him, but we both knew we had to take things very slowly so as to give the Flock a chance to become comfortable with us being together.

"Hey," Fang said, lying next to me on the grass of mom's backyard. He had appeared so quietly and I had been so busy with my thoughts that I had not heard him coming. "Mind some company?"

I smiled. "Not at all."

For almost ten minutes we just lay there in silence, gazing at the stars. At some point, Fang put his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled closer to him. Peeking at his face, I realized that the moonlight outlined his features perfectly and saw that his dark eyes were fixed on mine, his face turned in my direction. He leaned closer, kissing me gently before pulling back and tenderly start stroking my face.

"Max," he whispered. "What would I do without you?"

"You'd live on, happily, and take responsibility for the Flock," I told him.

"No, I wouldn't. I'd break down. Max, I –"

Suddenly, Iggy, Ella, Nudge and Gazzy burst out of the house, interrupting what Fang would say. I gritted my teeth in frustration. Fang sighed. They were all cheering and teasing us while we sat up and glared at them.

"OMG, they're so cute and they were totally made for each other. Yeah, I think they were definitely meant to be. I mean, their children would be so cute with blonde hair and black wings, or black hair and brown wings, and we could teach them how to fly! It would be so like a movie, because they know each for, like, forever, and have always loved each other and so on!" Nudge gushed.

"Ugh, I could have lived without this. Ew," said Gazzy.

"Seems like some of us were having extra fun tonight," mocked Iggy.

"Shut up Iggy, they're so cute together. Just let them be," Ella said.

Iggy only smirked. "Nah, they're all gentle and softened up right now. I might wanna use that to my advantage."

Before Fang and I could even respond to that, Angel ran out. She looked almost as pissed as we were. Almost. "Why don't you listen to me? I told you not to interrupt them! Fang was about to –" she cut off mid-sentence, then restarted, "Now, the whole moment's ruined! Do you know how difficult it is for them to have some alone time? Idiots!"

All of us gaped at her, even Fang. Angel never yelled at anyone, not when someone hurt her and/or tried to kill her, or even when she got into a fight with Gazzy. What was Fang going to say that was so important to her?

You'll find out soon enough, she answered.

Angel, my thoughts are, well, mine, so stop listening in on them, I scolded.

I sensed her leaving my head wordlessly.

"It's late, we should get some sleep. Everyone to their rooms, NOW," I ordered. Surprisingly, they obeyed without a single word of complaint.

Still angry about what had happened, I crept into my bed. We all had our own rooms in mom's new house. She had bought it so that the Flock and I could spend some time living there whenever we wanted, or needed, to. It was just the right size, not too big or too small, and had a yard behind it, where we could land and take off without being seen.

Life was as good as it ever gets – for me anyway.

Fang's POV

Max's mom's house is nice. I have my own room, so at least I get some privacy, even if it's when I'm asleep. It also gives me time to think. So I was making good use of my time, just thinking in my room. Thinking of Max, obviously. That's the only thing I think about lately, which is probably because I love her so much.

I had gotten so close to telling her. I knew I had to tell her one way or another, but this mushy crap isn't my forte, if you know what I mean. Now, I'll have to start all over again, and that's not easy. At all.

We never get a lot of alone time, because the Flock keeps coming in and interrupting us. Just like they did this time. The thought of it is enough to make me angry.

And what if I tell her, and she doesn't say it back? What if she doesn't like me this much? What if she runs away again?

Fang, stop being stupid. She loves you too, said a small voice in my head, Angel. Something's seriously wrong if a seven year old is calling you stupid. Then again, Angel's not a normal seven year old. I sighed.

Angel, she loves everyone in the Flock.

Yeah, but not like she loves you. She really loves you, Fang. And not like a brother. She's in love with you, just like you're in love with her.

I really hope you're right, I told her sincerely.

After I felt her presence leave my mind, I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Max, her beautiful brown hair, her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, the warm fuzzy feeling I get when she kisses me…

Almost an hour later, I finally dozed off, only to have sweet dreams of Max…