AN:Hey! Sorry it took me so long to update. I just got really lazy. Anyways, in this chapter, we get a visit from all the characters from last chapter, with someone new, my friend Bobalina. (Not her real name. That would be wierd.) We also get visits from Joe (PB's imaginary friend who lives behind the washer) and Bob (my imaginary friend who lives in the basement with Iggy).
Disclaimer:No, I don't own anyone from Maximum Ride, except for Fang(I borrowed him from Puppybluie) and Iggy. He is currently working on my bomb supply for taking over the world with Puppybluie. Don't worry, if I like you, your death will be quick and painless. But Angel's won't...Mwahahahahahahahahahaha! Sorry, got ADHD there. Moving on to the story.
Me:Hi everyone!
Everyone else: Umm...hi...
Me: Today we will be talking about Fang's obsession with Max.
Fang: WHAT? What obsession? I'm not ob-
Me: Denial is the first sign.
Fang: Of what?
Me: Oh, I don't know...Wolves!
Fang: What?
PB: I think she's having one of her spaz attacks again.
Fang: Does she get them a lot?
PB: No. Just in confined spaces, open spaces, school, home, friend's homes, sleepovers, and...oh. She does get them a lot.
Fang:Uh huh.
DU: So anyways, about Fang's obsession...
Bob: I'll bet he has dirty thoughts about her.
Max: What?
Joe: Max, it's time you learned the truth.
PB: Fang has thoughts about you.
Me: Gross, nasty, perverted thoughts we thought only Iggy capable of thinking.
Iggy: Hey!
DU: Well, it's true!
Everyone: Yeah...
Iggy: Hmmph. At least I'm not gay... *looks over at Fang*
Fang: I'm not gay!
Bobalina: It's true, he's not.
Iggy: How do you know?
Bobalina: No one who's gay has thoughts about Max like Fang has.
Max: What thoughts?
Me: *Whispers in ear*
Max: WHAT? *Goes over and punches Fang*
Fang: What did I do?
Max: You BEEPing BEEPed about my BEEPing BEEPs, you BEEP! *stalks out of room*
Fang: No, Max! Wait! *Follows Max*
Iggy: I'm bored. *leaves room*
Bob: Anyone got any funny left?
Everyone: Nope.
Bob: Alright, let's go.
AN: Sorry. I know that wasn't funny. I have writer's block. Blame Bob.
Bob: What? Why me?
Me: I don't know. Just shut up.
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