A/N: Hey! Happy MLK day! Off from school, yay! But tomorrow, it's back to the hellhole. Ugh… Well, let's not talk about my problems (because I do have many) Give my ideas for titles! This one sucks… (Story title, not chapter.)

-GabbyGonz

Disclaimer: I am not, under any circumstances, the author of this amazing book series. (James Patterson)

Max POV

The flock came back just as we finished decorating the last cookie. Fang and I decided to keep our…relationship? Is that the word? No, that sounds too professional for two immature bird kids. How about…umm… you know, relationship isn't that bad.

Anyway, Fang and I decided to tell the flock after Ella's party, just to avoid and problems if there were negative reactions.

"We're back!" I heard Iggy yell from the main entrance. That meant Angel was back as well. Uh-oh, gonna have to keep my mind blocked.

"The place didn't explode. Good job guys!" Gazzy said. I smiled at him.

Meanwhile, Angel was walking in the house with 3 gigantic backs of decoration.

"A little help here?" She pleaded.

"Sorry Angel. You made a deal." Gazzy said, obviously satisfied. I raised an eyebrow at Iggy while trying to clean up the mess we had made. Even though he didn't see me do it, he probably knew I was doing it,

"We told Angel that she couldn't go one day without manipulating people into getting what she wanted. " Iggy explained

"And I said I could." Angel continued.

"But she couldn't so we made her carry the bags." Gazzy finished.

"So, sorry Angel, we can't help you." Iggy said with a smirk.

"I'm rolling my eyes Iggy." I said while doing exactly that.

I walked over to Angel and picked up the bags, handing one to Fang and the other to Iggy.

"Now, technically, you're taking the bag from me and not Angel." Iggy scowled, but took the bags to the living room. Fang followed.

"Thanks Max!" Angel whispered into my mind

"No Problem." I thought.

I took the other bag to the living room and checked the clock. 7 o clock, the party starts at 9!

"Fang, can you help them put the decorations up and I'll clean the kitchen?" I asked.

"Sure." He said.

"Whoa! Do we have a conversation coming along?" Iggy asked, perplexed. I punched him on the shoulder. "Ow!" I caught Fang's eye and without anyone noticing, I smiled. He smiled back. Ok, now I knew I wasn't dreaming.

I went to the kitchen and took out my phone. I sent Nudge a quick text message:

How's it going?

Nudge POV

"We've been here for an hour! Can we go home?" Ella pleaded. I was having a blast. We were at the biggest mall in Connecticut, looking for an outfit for Ella's party.

"No, we have to stay here until we find the perfect outfit." I told her. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I had about 10 different outfits in my hands. I dumped them all on Ella's lap, gesturing for her to go try them on.

When she was out of sight, I flipped open my phone to see the text.

How's it going?

It was from Max. I decided to call her back, because I couldn't fit all my words into fewer than 160 characters!

"Hello?" Max's voice answered the phone.

"Max, it's me."

"Oh. Hi Nudge. How's Ella holding up?" She asked.

"She's being so stubborn. I've picked out so many outfits and then I'm going to take her to do her hair and nails and makeup and get some accessories and-"

"Whoa! Nudge, just make sure she's here at 9:15." Max said, cutting me off.

"OK, got it. Ella is coming back, go to go." I said hanging up the phone.

"Nudge this is the last outfit I'm trying on!" She said.

"Ells you look awesome!" I said. She had on a dark pink tank top with black trimming, a pair of black skinny jeans. Simple, yet so perfectly coordinated!

I gestured for her to spin. I did that thing that you see Pizza Chefs do to their Pizzas. Like a kiss and the opening your hand.

"Can we go now?" Ella asked. We paid for the outfit and asked if we could leave with it on.

"Now, to the hair salon." I said pulling her after me. I think I heard her groan, put she would be so happy when I was done with her.

Max POV

I finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen around 8. That's when Mom came home. I walked into the living room to greet her. The decorations were up. There were pink and red hearts everywhere along with a neon sign that said HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA!

I placed my present for Ella under the table. The whole flock's was down there too. I looked around the room. Gazzy and Iggy, putting up final decorations. Mom and Angel were setting cookies on the table. Fang was… Fang wasn't in the room.

I walked upstairs to his bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Fang? It's Max, open up." Fang opened the door and stepped outside.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Just wanted to let you know that everything's done downstairs, no thanks to you." I said, pretending to be angry.

"Hey, I put up the decorations." He said with a smirk.

"Yea? Like what?" I asked.

"Like this." He said, pulling mistletoe from behind his back.

"That's a Christmas decoration." I said.

"We can still make do of it." He said. He held it over our heads and tilted his head down to kiss me. I smiled against his lips.

I really did miss Fang, and I was so happy to have him back. And now, we were mending our relationship, step by step.

Prepare for a conflict next chapter! I know exactly where this is going now, so yea!