Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.
Max's POV
After we saved the world, the flock decided to settle down.
In our separate ways, though.
Angel and Gazzy found their actual parents and they're now living with them in Pennsylvania. Nudge became a fashion model(Surprise, surprise). Iggy won the World's First Blind Chef
Who's Also In The Military Award. It was a long title, and he had quit the military a year ago, but he deserved it.
Fang and I…well, Fang found his parents, too. For about a month, our relationship was put on hold. And then his family happened to move in a few blocks away from my house.
We got together again. Everything was perfect.
Today, Fang and I were supposed to go get a warm breakfast together.
But, sadly, there was a snow blizzard today and I couldn't even step outside without being nearly blown off my feet.
The lights were out, too, so I couldn't call Fang to see what he was up to.
"Max?" I heard knocking on my bedroom door.
I knew it was Fang, because I had given him the key to my house.
"Hold on." I called from my bed.
The door opened anyway. Typical Fang attitude.
"It's freezing outside. Max? I brought pancakes…" He stopped when he saw me in my pajamas, nearly drowned in pillows.
"Okay, Mister, freeze, slowly put the pancakes down on the dresser, and get over here." I commanded.
Fang looked confused, but did so anyway.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I ignored him. "Why the heck did you come over here while there's a snow blizzard outside?" I demanded.
"Uh, I had no one to share my pancakes with?" He replied.
"What about your parents?"
"Work, work." He said dismissively.
"Okay. Now I want pancakes." I declared.
I got up and walked over to my dresser. I sniffed.
"Wow. Who made these?" I asked.
"Ig came over this morning before the blizzard started. He made these, we talked, then he left since the blizzard was starting." Fang said.
I noticed a backpack slung over his shoulder. "What's that?"
"We're going on a picnic." He answered.
"In the middle of winter? I think not."
"Duh." Fang made a face, then sat himself on the floor. He started unpacking his backpack, which was full of food.
"I have food, too, you know." I told him, setting the pancakes down before sitting.
"I know, but I wanted to make sure I didn't eat any of the stuff you made."
"Actually, I've been improving on my cooking skills." I said proudly.
"Oh yeah? Can I try one of your 'creations'?" Fang asked jokingly.
"Okay. I made some cookies this morning. I'll be right back." I exited my bedroom.
"I didn't mean it!" Fang shouted after me.
Too late.
I came back up with a cookie for Fang.
"Here you go. Bon appetit." I said, handing him the cookie.
He narrowed his eyes at me, then took a bite.
I sat down in front of him. "How is it?" I asked.
Fang smiled kindly at me, setting the cookie down.
"Max, you love me, right?" He said.
"Of course."
"How much?"
"More than anything in the world." I said.
"Good." Fang nodded. "Because these cookies suck."