Maximum Ride: Gross
Pure FAX fluff

I am extremely pissed right now. It's been peaceful for too long, and everyone is starting to doubt the voice in my head thing... though I can't say I blame them. Not to mention Fang just disappeared out of nowhere... though that's not so abnormal isn't it? Right now we're hanging at my mom's house and lounging in front of the television. The flock refuses to do any basic training, but why would they want to? Of course, I can't stop thinking about Fang. What if he got in trouble? What if he got hurt? What if we never saw him again? I shook my head. I had to stop being so paranoid. As I'm helping myself to another chocolate chip cookie, Angel looks at me and smiles reassuringly. Crap. Did she read my mind? I don't want anyone knowing I think any more about Fang than I do... puppies. It's embarrassing because no secret is safe with Angel. Whenever I get like this, she tells me something about Fang's thoughts, and I guess she does the same with him. I bite into my cookie and my mouth waters. It's still really weird, having enough food for everyday. That just leads me back into another weird story from my past. Will I ever be normal?
"Stop worrying so much, Max."
"Oh great it's you." I think to my voice.
"The flock is fine here for now." The voice replies. Somehow I still think we're in danger. Sitting ducks. And I am not a big fan of ducks.

The door opens and I immediately jump into defense mode. I relax and see that it's just Fang. We just sit and watch tv, the flock and I. After re-run after re-run of show, I go to take a shower. I like showers. They're just warm and refreshing and help me relax. After violently tearing through the knots in my hair and changing into some clothes, I sit in my bed an rub my temples. A never-ending headache coming towards me.

Someone knocks on my door. "Come in." I call, but no one opens the door. I sigh, stumbling to the door, my mood not lifted. There was a brown paper bag at my feet. Sighing, I pick it up.

"What'cha got there?" A sweet voice enters my ear.

"Angel?" I ask as she waltzes into my room and jumps on the bed.

"Ooh, what's in here?" She takes my bag and pulls out whatever is in it.

I loathe what I see. In the bag are some roses, and a note.

Max-
Chill out.
-Fang

Crap. I don't dare how sweet the gesture is. It's girly and just plain gross! "Ew." I dare say.

"Aww, Max, it's sweet!" Angel beams at me.

"It's sick." I say. And all I dare to think is "Ughhhhhhhhh" or Angel would know everything. Know that I get extremely emotional under... extreme stress. Sure, Fang and I were friend, siblings, and maybe a bit more. But just because he gives me some roses with a message... doesn't mean I have to be all girly and sweet and "OMG-he-likes-me" kind of thing.

"No, no, Max." Angel shakes her little blonde head at me. "Fang doesn't like you; he loves you."

And I hate it when she says that, because it makes my cheeks boil red... with anger. I'll assure you; it's anger.

"Oh, Max, don't be so stubborn. You guys can get married in New Jersey!"

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Please review! It's my first shot at Maximum Ride. Tell me if I'm any good.
~obsessive-elphaba