Heya!! Ok so im back, and ive written lots more, but coz im mean im gonna give it to you in dribs and drabs (evil hehehe). Hope you enjoy chappy too (finally!)

Disclaimer: Maximum Ride is owned by JP, and how jealous i am of him!

It didn't take us long to find a hotel we all liked. It was a middle class place, not too expensive, but still pretty damn good. There were polished stone floors and pillars, which together with the fancy wallpaper and plush wooden furniture made it look real swanky. There were porters and everything!

"Wow!" Nudge exclaimed, voicing all of our thoughts.

We approached the desk cautiously. Almost instantly a smiling receptionist, wearing the hotel's crisp burgundy uniform, with and name badge which read "Sarah" sidled up to the counter.

"How may I help?" she smiled politely.

"We'd like to book some rooms please," I answered, trying to sound authoritarian. She glanced dubiously round at the Flock.

"Do you have an adult with you?" she asked. I frowned.

"I'm 19," I told her indignantly, "I'd say that's old enough, wouldn't you?" She gasped,

"I'm very sorry ma'am," she gushed apologetically, "I just assumed….." she trailed off, once again looking around at the Flock, this time with curiosity. Inside I did a 'YEY' for joy, I could pull off being 19!

"That's ok," I said, "No harm done." She smiled,

"Good. Can I have your name please?"

"Mrs Ride," I told her without thinking. She raised her eyebrows,

"Yes," I replied, pulling Fang closer to me, "This is my husband, Nick Ride." She nodded and turned to write this down. I took the opportunity to glance apologetically at Fang. He shrugged, and slipped one arm around my waist. For effect, I think. Iggy behind us snorted. The receptionist looked up.

"These are……your family?" I nodded.

"This is my brother, Jeff" I said indicating to Iggy, "and his girlfriend Crystal," pointing to Nudge, who briefly made a sour face. "These are my step brother and sister, Zephyr and Lily," waving in the direction of Gazzy and Angel. She nodded and began to scribble it all down. We waited patiently, if a little nervously whilst she did so.

"That'll be two double rooms and a twin then?" she guessed, looking back up at me. To be fair, it was a pretty good assumption on her part, with as far as she knew, two couples and a pair of kids. I couldn't say no without ruining the charade.

"Yep," I replied, "Do I pay now or later?"

"On departure," she answered. "Here are your keys, this is the twin, and these are the two doubles, ok?" I nodded.

"They're all on the third floor."

"Cheers," I replied, taking the keys. Then I turned and lead the flock to the elevator.

Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was so cool!" Gazzy grinned, "I can't believe she lapped all that up!" I nodded,

"I know," I told him, "But we would've been in big trouble if she hadn't."

"Definitely," he smiled.

Ting! The bell went for the third floor. The door opened and we stepped out onto a sumptuous bordeaux carpet. Our rooms were halfway down the corridor. There was two opposite one another, and one a little further on.

"Okay," I said once we to the first two, "I know full well Nudge and Iggy aren't going to share a bed, so here's what I say. Nudge and I will have one double room, Fang and Iggy the other, and since Angel and Gazzy are brother and sister and wont want to share a bed, they can have the twin."

"No way!" Gazzy moaned, "I don't even want to share a room with my sister!" I sighed, trust it to be now that they decided to act like the true siblings they are. But I knew arguing was pointless. "I'd rather share with Ig," he continued.

"Well I'm not sharing a bed with him," Iggy groaned, "Do you know how much he sleep farts!"

"Fine," I sighed exasperated, "Iggy and Gazzy get the twin, so….."

"I want to share with Angel!" Nudge cried.

"So," I continued, "Nudge and Angel get a double and so do Fang an I." Iggy chuckled quietly, trying desperately not to laugh. Gazzy was grinning. Nudge and Angel exchanged smirks. Why did I get the feeling this had been the plan all along?

I looked at Fang. As per usual, he shrugged.

"Fine by me." I almost choked. Almost, I caught myself just in time. He didn't mind? I erased the thought. Speculation later, I decided.

"Okay," I said, "Here's your key Ig, don't give it to Gazzy, you know he'll lose it. Nudge, here's yours, look after it ok?" I handed out the keys, which were taken eagerly. The Flock disappeared swiftly. Fang and I walked to our room in silence. It was the one further down the corridor. I opened the door, and gasped. The bed was huge! It was like, the biggest bed I'd even seen!

"Cool," murmured Fang, eloquent as ever. He kicked off his trainers and clambered right into the middle of it, where he lay, stretched out, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His hair flopped lazily over one eye. The light from the window illuminated the brown in it. He'd have to dye it again soon, I realized, the black had pretty much washed out. It was long too, longer than I remembered, almost shoulder length. Had it been that long since I'd noticed. I looked closer. His beautiful eyes shone brighter than I'd thought they did and his eyelashes were long, for a boy. His nose was straight and smooth, running in a perfect line to point, which was neither up nor down turned. His lips were full and looked a slight contrast to his pale skin, they were dark pink. His mouth lay partly open in a relaxed sort of way. In fact, pretty much his whole face was relaxed. That pretty summed his up actually. Fang was a calm, quiet kind of guy. And that was just how I liked him.

"So we're married huh?" he asked

"What?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

"I said 'So we're married huh?'"

"Oh," I replied, realising what he was on about, "Yeah, I guess. That is, as long as we stay here, anyway."

"How comes then," Fang continued, "Do I get your surname, I thought it was supposed to be the other way round?"

"You don't even have a surname," I stated. He paused.

"Nick Smith does though," he answered.

"Well," I argued, "It was on the spur of the moment. I hardly had a chance to think it all through."

"I guessed that," he replied, "I was half expecting you to tell her Angel was our kid or something." My heart skipped a beat. Why? I have no idea.

"We would never have pulled that off," I said, "She hardly believed we were adults, and Angel looks old for her age…."

"I know I was just saying."

"Oh." Fang smiled. A real smile. I was impressed.

"You're too serious Max," he told me. Suddenly, that annoyed me. I dunno why. Mood swings, I guess, like how I broke down crying when Iggy teased me……..I swear there's something going on.

"Oh yeah?" I retorted, my anger rising, "Well I'm trying my best to make up for both of us. Since you're Mr.Emotionless I have to be serious for two people instead of one." Fang frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his voice placid.

"It means that you never show how you're feeling," I snapped, "And I have to make up for it!" Fang's mouth drew into a cold line. He stood stiffly. Turning toward me, he began to walk. At first I thought he was heading for the door, but to my shock, he pulled me close to him and kissed me.

I froze for a sec. I didn't know what to do. This wasn't like Fang; it had taken me by surprise. Then the touch of his tongue against my bottom lip woke me up. What did I care? Fang was kissing me wasn't he? So why was I worried? Gently his tongue brushed my lips again, as if asking for an invite. My mouth opened in answer. Suddenly, his mouth was upon mine, kissing me fiercely. His hands wound their way around my back. My hands tangled themselves in his hair. He grasped me tighter, until we were pressed intoxicatingly close. I could almost feel his heartbeat it was that close……As I kissed Fang all other thoughts disappeared. The softness of his lips, the smell of his skin, the taste….whatever it was Fang tasted of, that flavour was my new favourite. A low rumble exuded from deep in Fang's chest.

"What?" I murmured, finding brief (and I mean brief) space between kisses.

"I didn't say anything," he mumbled in reply, before gently tugging at my lower lips with his teeth. I didn't need asking twice. It took a split second for my mouth to open and even less for Fang to start kissing me again.

Suddenly my knees shook. I stumbled backwards. Fang followed. We weren't in the mood to be separated. But then, Fang was pressing into me, pushing me backwards. His strong body against my now love weakened one, was no contest. I staggered back until we hit the wall with a loud thud. The flimsy plasterboard shook. Nobody noticed though, at least that was, we didn't. We weren't to be distracted right now. Distracted, no, interrupted, yes.

A thundering of footsteps sounded along the corridor and our door flew open as the Flock burst in.

"Max, Fang are you ok? We heard this crash, the walls shook and everything. What the……….?" Silence fell. Fang and I froze, lips still locked. For a moment no-one moved, then,

"Eww!" Angel exclaimed, "That's gross!" Nudge's jaw had dropped, and for once in her life, she was speechless.

"What's gross?" Iggy demanded.

"Take a guess Ig," Gazzy grinned.

"Oh yeah!" Iggy punched the air, "Hand over the money Gaz." I was appalled,

"You bet," I hissed, "That Fang and I would kiss." The words were slow and menacing.

"They were kissing?" Iggy asked, sounding dejected, "This sucks."

"Yep, haha, I think its you who owes me money," Gazzy laughed. My jaw clenched.

"What did Iggy bet on then?" I said, my voice tight. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

"You don't want to know," Gazzy grinned, confirming my suspicions.

"That's even more gross," Nudge moaned, "I'm gonna have nightmares now, thinking about that." Angels face was concentrated, trying to read our thoughts and understand what we meant. I tried not to think about it, I didn't want what was left of her innocence ruined. But it was no use, there being four others not blocking out their thoughts. Her face broke into a disgusted expression.

"That's horrible," she exclaimed, "Why would anyone want to do that?"

"Because its fun," Iggy answered, winding her up. She gave him a reproachful look.

"I'm not staying if they're doing that," she announced, and left. Nudge and Gazzy followed. But Iggy as always, still had something to say.

"Honestly," he teased, "Leave you two alone for five minutes and you almost break a wall down! Still, I wonder what would happen if I left you for ten…….." he smiled suggestively, "I'm determined to get that money off of Gazzy, I'll leave now, but I wonder if you'd be kind enough to oblige…..?" With a teasing wink he left the room, closing the door theatrically behind him.

I turned to Fang intending to roll my eyes, but I never got around to it, because under his protective curtain of hair, Fang had gone bright red. I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. Fang embarrassed, it just didn't happen. It was too funny to even think of, let alone cope with the real thing. To my utter astonishment, Fang began to laugh too. I was so shocked by this outburst of emotion that I stopped short. Of course, this made Fang laugh even harder. Caught in the ridiculousness of it all, we were in hysterics for ages.

"Was..that..enough..emotion..for you?" Fang grinned breathlessly, as soon as we'd calmed down. Out of breath from the kissing and the laughing, I struggled to make a sentence form in my mouth.

"So that…….was all about…….what I said……..about…no…emotion?" I asked. Fang shook his head,

"Not really, you don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you like that for." That made me smile.

"Same," I nodded. Suddenly, Fang's face fell. He turned away from me.

"Max," he asked, "It doesn't upset you does it, that I don't show my emotions? Its just, you know, what I'm like, I can't help…."

"Fang," I interrupted, "Would I love you if it did?"

"You really meant when you said you loved me?"he said. I paused. Was I worrying him? Should I not be so forward? Well, I've already said it now, it's a bit too late to change it…

"Of course," I answered. He blushed and smiled meekly but didn't answer. Once again I didn't mind. He was probably all emotioned-out by now. At least he knew how I felt.

I leant in to kiss him again, but as I did so, something out the window caught my eye. I froze. A little was off, and closing in fast, was a whole troop of Flyboys. I counted ten.

"Fang," I whispered, "We've got trouble." He turned to look.

"Damn it," he cursed, "Just when it was about to get good….."

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