Hi peeps! Technically, I should be writing Six Mutants and a Shock Pen, but I really don't feel like it. I have no inspiration for it anyway; it just seemed like a cool idea at the time. On the other hand, I really don't want to discontinue it. =( Dilemma! SO yeah, while I'm figuring out my troubles on THAT story, here's an update for Storytime.

BTW, This has a strong possibility of turning into a three-shot. (I hate ending stories.)

AND MY LAST NOTE: My thinking cap is STILL being de-liced. =( Therefore, I don't have it on right now, and sadly, I think I'm becoming dependent on it to feel that I'm writing my best. T_T

Angel's POV

Fang, won't you please tell her already? I asked him, wondering why Fang was so apprehensive.

She's just going to bite my head off, he complained, his dark eyes troubled. Fang paced agitatedly around. I watched him pace for awhile, then spoke up again.

You never know for sure unless you try, I reminded him. Now shoo, go tell her. Fang nodded resolutely and marched out the marshmallow door.

Wait, marshmallow door?

I opened my eyes, staring up at the starry ceiling. Unfortunately, none of the doors in our house are made of marshmallow, so I knew at that point that it was a dream. Too bad. Fang had finally decided to go tell Max he loved her! Sigh. However, it didn't matter anyways, since after today Max would be forced to admit her feelings too.

I rolled over in bed, turning my head to look at Nudge. She was still curled in her blankets, and as I watched she rolled over, sighing happily in her sleep. Her eyes were still tightly shut, and she unconsciously brushed a hand over her dark curls. Nudge! I called to her. Instantly, I was in her dream, standing next to her.

Oh, hey Ange. Wassup? Nudge asked, watching the snowmen tap dancing in front of her. Iggy cartwheeled by, singing about lemon drops, but she hardly spared him a glance.

Umm, Nudge? This is what you dream about? I looked around the dream, wondering what the heck Nudge was taking to give her such loopy ideas. Have you been overdosing on cold medicine again? I asked sternly. She gazed at me innocently.

Of course not! What makes you think that? Nudge demanded, tossing her curls. I pointed at the dancing snowmen, the cartwheeling Iggy, the fairies that had landed in her hair, and most of all, Lady GaGa singing Bad Romance while flying a purple dragon around in the sky. Well, maybe I did take a little too much… Nudge admitted. I rolled my eyes, then grabbed her arm.

C'mon Nudge, you have to wake up now, I told her. She pouted, then realized I was right. As soon as she did, the dream started fading.

Bye Iggy! Nudge called, waving to him. He stopped cartheeling long enough to wave, then bumped into Lady GaGa and fell into a volcano. Ouch. Nudge winced, and opened her eyes.

"That's gotta hurt," she yawned, sitting up. I shook my head, clearing it.

"That's a cool power," I remarked, touching my forehead. "I didn't know that I could enter dreams like that."

"Maybe we can work that into our plan somehow!" Nudge suggested, grinning brightly as she threw her covers off. I felt a grin form on my face at the idea.

"Great! Maybe we can make Max take a nap, and then make her dream about Fang or something?" I offered. Nudge nodded, throwing the covers off and bounding out of bed. I looked at the clock on our nightstand as I pushed the blankets off my legs. It was only 8:30. That gave us plenty of time to make our little project.

I followed Nudge to our closet, where she was getting changed out of her pajamas. She tugged on black skinny jeans, a green tank top, and a white hoody with slits for her wings. While she pulled on her socks I picked out my own outfit. Shrugging off my nightgown, I took a pair of jeans out of a drawer, stepping into them quickly. They were old and worn, my oldest jeans that were still presentable. I grabbed a long sleeve pink t-shirt out of the closet and pulled it on, along with a brown sweatshirt. Carefully, I helped Nudge pull her wings out of her hoody, and she did the same for me, taking each wing gently by the biggest bone and pulling them through the slits in my jacket. I flexed my wings, making sure none of the feathers were caught on the sides of the slits. Nudge tugged a comb through her tangled curls, trying to get them to lie flat on her head. While she struggled with her hair, I pulled mine into a ponytail and got up. She rolled her eyes, abandoning all hopes of brushing out the snarls. "Let's go get Fang now," I suggested, watching Nudge bundle her hair into a messy ponytail.

"Kay, just a second Ange." Nudge hurried over to her bed again, leaning down to pick something up off the floor. "We need this," she reminded me with a devious grin.

"Of course! How could I forget?" I smacked a hand against my forehead, giggling as I thought about our plan. "Now let's go wake Fangles up!" We skipped out of our room, toting along the secret weapon as we hurried down the hallway to Fang's room. When we reached the black door, Nudge knocked on it, giggling happily.

"Come in," Fang's voice rang from inside, sounding kind of scratchy. Frowning slightly, we opened the door and entered the world of black that Fang inhabits.

Fang's POV

As I suspected, I didn't get much sleep. I had lain in bed for hours, staring up at the ceiling, the only white thing in my room, my eyes drawn to it like a moth to light. How would Max react in the morning? I had no idea. She was completely unpredictable sometimes, which was actually one of my favorite things about her. I had eventually sat up, leaning back against the headboard of my bed, staring forward into the darkness. Feeling too warm, I peeled off my t-shirt, now just in my black pajama pants as I sat on my bed. I entertained myself by letting my raptor vision fade in and out of focus, alternately seeing every outline of my junk and seeing nothing at all but black. It was kind of comforting, in an odd way.

What was Max doing, just a room away? Iggy was lying in the room between us, probably snoring his head off. He and Gazzy used to be roommates, but finally the little trooper complained about the noise and moved out into the spare room.

I shook my head, trying to clear it of all its random thoughts. Banging my head against the wall helped for awhile, but then Gazzy walked into my room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I froze mid head-bang, and he stopped and stared at me, yawning. "Fang?" he asked, sleep heavy in his voice.

"Yeah Gaz?"

"Why is your bed in the bathroom?" Gazzy yawned again, still rubbing his eyes. I had to grin; Gazzy was adorable when he was tired, although we would never tell him that. He would be highly insulted.

"This isn't the bathroom, Gazzy. This is my room," I explained, getting up from my bed. He nodded, yawning again.

"So why isn't the toilet here again?" he asked, letting his hands dangle by his sides as he squinted at me. I sighed to stifle a laugh and walked over to him. He watched with his head cocked as I took his shoulders and helped him through the hallway, leading him to the bathroom.

"Here's the bathroom, Gaz," I told him, turning on the light. He nodded, and walked in, shutting the door behind him. I leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come out again so I could help him back to bed. I stared at the picture hanging on the wall across from me. It depicted Gazzy, Nudge and Angel flying high above a deserted playground, playing air-tag, while Max and I flew high above, watching them laugh with smiles on our faces. For a blind guy, Iggy was an amazing photographer. He would listen to try to hear where we were, then point and shoot. For his random tactics, the results he got were incredible. My eyes focused on Max and me, smiling down at the younger flock from higher up in the sky. What would Max do to me for kissing her cheek? I didn't know, and wasn't sure I wanted to. Lost as I was in my reveries, I almost didn't hear the toilet flush and the sink go on. However, I did hear the handle click open, and was ready and aware when Gazzy fell forward, completely asleep. I lunged forward and caught him before his head smashed against the floor, grunting slightly as his it knocked hard against my collarbone instead. "Gaz?" I whispered, hoping he would wake up.

"Save some plutonium for me, Iggy," he whispered back, blue eyes firmly closed. I sighed, deciding that I would have to carry him back to his bed. Standing up, I carried him bridal-style back to his room. The only problem was, the door was closed. I stood in front of the shut door, nudging it with my foot, hoping it would open. The door stayed firmly shut. I was about to put Gazzy down and open it myself when Max's door opened and she walked out, wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top. Her hair was tousled and hanging around her face, but it was still as beautiful as ever. She stopped when she saw me carrying Gazzy, standing in front of his room. Her eyes flickered to my bare chest, and back up to my face. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me again, not processing the scene.

"Umm, hi Max. Could you open Gaz's door for me?" I asked, surprised that my voice was so smooth. My heart was pounding like a sledgehammer in my chest, but I tried to ignore it. Max rubbed her eyes yet again and looked at me, not saying anything. "Max?" I asked again. She blinked slowly, then walked over and turned the doorknob, opening Gazzy's door wide open. "Thanks," I told her, hefting Gazzy into a better position. He nestled his head against my chest, smiling in his sleep. Gazzy was just too cute sometimes.

I was about to walk in when Max stopped me, holding me back with a hand on my shoulder. I tried not to hyperventilate at her touch on my bare skin. "What happened to Gaz anyway?" she asked, her voice hushed so not to wake the others.

"He walked into my room a few minutes ago and asked me why I was sleeping in the bathroom. I explained that I was in my room, and helped him to the bathroom. He did his business and washed his hands, then completely conked out while he was opening the door." Max smiled as I spoke, reaching out a hand to stroke Gazzy's soft blond hair back from his forehead. "I carried him back to his room, and discovered the door was shut. I was about to put him down and open it when you came out of your room and helped me," I explained. Max nodded, her gaze fixed on Gazzy's peaceful face. I turned reluctantly to put Gazzy back in his bed. Max followed me into his room, watching as I laid him back down on the mattress. As soon as he hit the top, he curled his fists around his blankets and pulled them around him. Max smiled at him again, bending down to kiss his cheek. We walked quietly back out of his bedroom, closing the door softly behind us.

"I had to go to the bathroom too," Max told me, looking up into my eyes. "I couldn't sleep."

I grinned wryly. "You too? I felt like I'd chugged a few gallons of caffeine." Max looked down at her socked feet, suddenly shy.

"Yeah. Me too," she whispered, staring at her socks like they held the secret to life. Gently, not believing I actually had the guts to do so, I reached out a hand and pulled her chin up so she was looking back in my eyes.

"Can I ask why?" My tone was soft as I looked into her beautiful chocolate eyes. She blinked, not moving.

"Because of you." Max sounded troubled, and while my heart was leaping for joy, my brain started doubting.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I teased her gently. She looked directly in my eyes, and I could see she was close to crying. Max was about to cry over me?

"It is," she whispered, her voice cracking. She suddenly burst out into quiet sobs, falling forward into my arms. I started freaking out at that point, my mind going on overload. Mutely, I hugged her as she cried, stroking her hair and between her wings to calm her down. She hugged me back as tears flowed freely out of her eyes.

Talk about mixed signals here.

Finally, the tears stopped, and she leaned heavily against me, her head resting on my bare chest. I kept rubbing her back, and her breathing slowed into a deep, even pattern. "Max?" I asked softly as I breathed in the addictive scent of her hair. She didn't reply. "Max?" Finally, I managed to lift Max's head up off my chest without letting go of her, and found out that she was sound asleep. I sighed, resigning myself to carrying her back to her bed too. I gathered her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style like I had with Gazzy. The only difference was that Max was heavier than Gaz, and that I had an insane crush on her. Imagine carrying your sleeping secret love through a house where everyone else is asleep.

It's very stressful.

I got back to her room, and thankfully, her door was open. I nudged it open wider with my foot, carrying her back towards her bed. I didn't need my raptor vision to know where I was going, since I had all the flock's rooms mapped out in my head. Laying Max gently down on her bed, I watched as she stretched out, rubbing her face into the pillow. Moonlight coming through the window sparkled on her hair, strewn around on the pillow. Max was so beautiful, it was completely unfair. "Sweet dreams," I whispered, stroking a strand of hair off her peaceful face. She shifted, curling into her blankets and shifting the comforter up to her chin. I watched her breathe evenly in and out, unable to tear my eyes away from her. I know it was kind of creeper-ish, but she was just so… Max. It was hard for me to walk back to my room, but I did anyway, closing Max's door behind me.

When I hit my bed again, I felt a little calmer. I could still imagine Max in my arms, her head tucked under my chin and my nose buried in her hair. It was a soothing picture to think about, and as I replayed the feeling over in over in my mind, I finally dropped off to sleep.

I was woken up what seemed like just minutes later by a soft tapping on the door. "Come in," I called out, grimacing at the weird tone my voice had. I sat up, throwing the blankets off my legs and looking towards the door expectantly. Angel and Nudge walked in, Nudge carrying the storybook Max had read them last night.

Max… Last night…

Memories of the night before flooded my mind, how Gazzy stumbled into my room, positive it was the bathroom, how Max had walked out and helped me tuck him back into bed, the troubled way Max had looked at me, like she was in a total mess, the sweet scent of her hair lingering just below me, tempting me, and most of all, carrying her back into her room, laying her back in her bed and just gazing at the beauty that was Max, watching as she slept.

Good times, gooood times.

"Hey Fang, are you okay? You look kinda tired," Nudge chirped, bounding over and sitting next to me on my bed. Angel nodded, following Nudge and sitting down next to her. I smiled quickly at them, shrugging.

"I just had trouble sleeping," I replied, my mind buzzing. Nudge and Angel exchanged excited glances.

"Thinking about Max? Hmmm?" Nudge asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Angel giggled, watching interestedly as my traitor face flushed the tiniest bit.

"That's for me to know and Angel not to snoop about in my thoughts," I shot back, quickly cooling my face back to its normal complexion. Nudge grinned, before turning all business. She picked up the Pink Princess Stencil Book, showing it to me.

"You see this, Fang?" she asked seriously. I nodded.

"That's the princess book you forced Max to read you last night," I remarked, studying the cover. Cinderella fled from the ball, while her fairy godmother floated happily nearby. Nudge snorted at my words.

"Oh please, we all know she secretly loves to read princess stories to us," Nudge retorted. Angel giggled as I nodded amiably.

"That's true." I waited for Nudge to continue.

"So as I was saying, this is not only a princess book, but a princess stencil book! So Ange and I were thinking, you could draw pictures using the stencils, personalize them with drawings of you and Max in each part, and write a short story about you two!" she finished excitedly, her eyes lit up with the maniacal energy that always filled Nudge. I widened my eyes as she explained her plan.

"Max will think I'm a lovesick idiot," I pointed out. "She won't like that mush!"

"But you are a lovesick idiot!" Angel argued, smiling persuasively at me. "So why don't you express your feelings so you can get Max and I won't be plagued with both of your gross, mushy thoughts about each other!"

"Angel, you aren't supposed to- wait a sec." I stopped, realizing what Angel had just told me. "Max has gross, mushy thoughts about me?" Angel grinned evilly, and Nudge giggled at the expression on my face.

"Tons," Angel replied, mischief dancing in her eyes. "But her fantasies are always cut short before they get too steamy." Nudge oohed, and I just sat there like a metaphoric deer in the headlights, my mouth gaping open at this new tidbit of information. "Max is all stupid about romance; she thinks it will get awkward if you guys break up and still have to see each other everyday and act normally," Angel confided sadly. Nudge snorted.

"But they won't break up!" Nudge protested. "Fang, you guys are perfect soul mates! You just have to convince Max that her fears are irrational!"

"I'll try, Nudge. Don't think that I don't want her," I told Nudge slowly, leaning back on my bed and staring up at the ceiling. Silence reigned in the room, Angel and Nudge obviously touched by my last statement.

"Well then we're going to help you!" Angel chirped suddenly, her mood turning bright again. "Nudge and I have our plan, all you have to do is write a princess story that is actually talking about you and Max, and illustrate it! It's a good try at getting her to come out of her shell!"

"Angel's right," Nudge agreed, backing her up. "And besides, it's not like you have a better plan." I shrugged, knowing that she was speaking the truth. "So will you please try it? Pleeeease?"

Angel and Nudge turned their Bambi eyes on me, and I was immediately hooked. "Fine," I told them, watching as they squealed in delight.

"Perfect! Thank you thank you thank you Fang!" Nudge threw her arms around my neck, and I lightly hugged her back. "We'll go get the paper and coloring stuff, be right back!" Nudge called, running out the door after Angel. I stood up, rushing to the door.

"I'm going to get breakfast first!" I warned them. "There's no way I'm working before I get food." Nudge and Angel giggled from inside their room.

"Okay!" they called back in unison. I heard them start chattering excitedly about the plan, and had to smile. They were just too cute, wanting to help me get Max to stop being so stubborn and admit her feelings. I decided not to bother with throwing on a shirt, and instead walked down the staircase in just my pajama pants, happily inhaling the scent of Iggy's crepes wafting through the house.

I walked soundlessly into the kitchen, inadvertently sneaking up on Max as she stood with her back to the door, hands on her hips. She was still dressed in the same pajamas from last night, and her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, with long wisps struggling out and framing her face. I was about to say something when Max whirled around, automatically crouching in a fighting position. I looked at her interestedly, wondering what she'd have to say after last night. When Max saw it was just me standing there in the doorway, she relaxed, huffing as she tightened her ponytail. "Fang! Make sounds," she ordered, glaring at me. I grinned brightly at her, loving the way she blinked dazedly, like I had stunned her with my smile's sudden appearance. Lapsing back into my normal neutral expression, I slipped past Max and made my way over to Iggy, standing at the stove with a grin on his face.

"So, nine o' clock in the morning and you already annoyed Max! Good job, Fnick," he congratulated me. I flicked his arm as I grabbed six crepes off the plate next to him, stacking them on my own plate. "Condiments are on the table, O Silent One," Iggy informed me, taking another crepe out of the pan. I nodded, walking over to the table and sitting down next to one of the whipped cream containers. Max was still standing where she had been before, her eyes trained on me, a far-off look on her beautiful face. She didn't move as I picked up the whipped cream bottle and sprayed a mountain of it on my first crepe.

"Max?" I asked, looking up at her. She jumped, glaring at me again.

"What?" she asked, going to get crepes from Iggy. I shrugged, spooning a dollop of Nutella in the middle of my crepe and folding it like a burrito. Whipped cream oozed out the other side as I bit into the sugary goodness. Max rolled her eyes at me, sitting down at the table with her own crepes.

"You were just standing there, spacing out," I explained. She nodded, not meeting my eyes as she grabbed the bowl of sliced bananas and another container of whipped cream. What was up with her?

I finished my crepes in my natural silence, although Max was unusually quiet while she inhaled her breakfast. "Thanks Igs," she called to the chef as she set her plate in the sink. "They were delicious!"

"Aren't they always?" Iggy returned, pouring more batter in his pan. Max snorted as she disappeared out of the kitchen. I heard her footsteps on the stairs fade away as she returned upstairs. Iggy abruptly whirled around to face me. "So," he started, a wicked grin forming on his face. "Are you going to take Nudge and Angel's advice?" I choked on my last bite of crepe, spitting whipped cream onto my plate in surprise.

"What?" I coughed, staring at him incredulously. He crossed his arms over his chest, tsking impatiently before turning back to his crepes.

"It's more than slightly obvious you both dig each other, Fnick," he called to me from the stove. I scowled, shoveling more crepe into my mouth. "You should just start dating before I lose my patience and slam your heads together." I snorted at him, tearing a savage bite out of my last crepe.

"Iggy, if you haven't noticed yet, Max is more jumpy about emotions than even me. That's not good," I pointed out. He flicked his spoon at me as he splattered more batter in the pan.

"She'll get over it eventually," he remarked confidently. "But first you need to show her that you aren't afraid to show your emotions."

"But I am afraid to show my emotions!" I groaned, putting my head in my hands. Iggy tsked again, wiping his hands off on a towel and coming over to the table.

"Fang. If you tell Max you love her, and she freaks out, I'll make you waffles for a week," Iggy promised solemnly. "If you tell Max you love her, and she kisses you, then I have rights to say 'I told you so!' forever."

"That doesn't sound like a very good choice," I observed. "Either Max hates me and I get waffles, or Max loves me and I get bothered by you."

"But still!" Iggy persuaded me. I laughed shortly, standing up and taking my plate to the sink.

"I'm going to go confer with Ange and Nudge. Thanks for breakfast Igs, you're amazing," I called over my shoulder as I exited the kitchen. Iggy nodded casually.

"I know I am," he replied immediately. I rolled my eyes as I made my way up the stairs. Gazzy passed me on the way down, his hair spiked up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Iggy made crepes," I informed him. Gazzy yelled happily, immediately waking up and running the rest of the way down the stairs. I smiled, making my way back to my room. Time to start the plan, I guess.

Max's POV

I opened my eyes , staring up at the ceiling as I lay tangled in my blankets. I had had a really weird dream with Fang carrying Gazzy to the bathroom in the middle of the night. We had put Gazzy back to bed and I was talking with Fang when he suddenly implied that he was still hyped up from when he kissed my cheek earlier. It had gotten too emotional for me, and I ended up starting to cry. Fang had just hugged me, letting me revel in the strength of his arms, breathing in his unique Fang-scent. I had just felt so comfortable and- and safe, snuggled into his chest like that, that I kind of fell into a sort of trance. I had been vaguely aware of being picked up, and carried back to my room, laid back in my bed. A familiar hand had stroked my hair, and I fell deeper into sleep.

I remembered the dream, smiling happily. It was nice to at least have dreams like that with Fang in them if I couldn't deal with those kinds of scenarios in real life. I suddenly sat bolt upright in bed as I realized what I was thinking. Fang was just like a brother, a best friend. I didn't love him like that.

Did I?

I wasn't sure anymore, but I was sure that I didn't want to keep thinking those thoughts. It was impossible that a gorgeous, completely perfect guy like Fang would like plain, stubborn Maximum Ride.

Gorgeous? Perfect? Where were these adjectives coming from?

I groaned again, finally jumping out of bed. It would be easier not to think about these weird new thoughts if I was occupied.

They're not new, Max. You've had them for awhile, since before Virginia. You've had them since before Fang got his chest shredded by Ari.

SHUT UP! I yelled in my mind, storming down the stairs. The Voice could be so annoying. Especially when it was right.

I was greeted by the amazing smell of Iggy's special crepes, and was immediately soothed by the delicious scent pervading every corner of the kitchen. "Morning, Max," he murmured from his place at the stove, his blind eyes trained on the cooking crepe in front of him like he could see the batter bubbling.

"Good morning, Igs. It's nice to see that you're already prepared for us," I replied, watching as he took the crepe out of the pan and laid it on a tall stack of finished ones. He smirked as he poured more batter into the pan.

"I figure it's good to get a head start," he remarked. "You should always be prepared for an unexpected influx of hunger." I scowled, thinking about Iggy's twisted implications.

"You're so perverted, Igs," I scolded him. His grin grew wider as he understood what I meant.

"I know. It's one of my numerous charms." Iggy ran a hand through his short hair, smiling coyly at the spoon in his hand. I laughed, watching his display. We fell into a comfortable silence as I stood, watching Iggy make more and more crepes for the flock. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck prickled, and I whirled around to face none other than Mr Silent himself, Fnick Ride.

"Fang! Make sound," I complained, putting my hands on my hips in exasperation. He always did this to me. Always!

It was then when I noticed what he was wearing.

Strangely, Fang was clad in the exact same outfit he had been wearing in my dream, which wasn't very much. He wore a pair of pure black pajama bottoms, and no shirt covering his six-pack chest. His long hair was tousled, strands of it falling down over his dark eyes as he looked at me. I was trying hard to get my mouth to work again, to say something to break the silence as I tried to tear my eyes off his face. Suddenly, he grinned an all-out smile at me, white teeth flashing like a light, dazing me further as I numbly enjoyed the sight of his special smile. Abruptly, his face faded back into its normal expression, no emotion visible on it as he sidled past me and walked over to Iggy. My eyes were drawn to his beautiful jet black wings, trailing loosely behind him as he traveled between the cupboard and the stove, grabbing a plate to get some of Iggy's crepes. I was frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare at Fang as he obliviously gathered his crepes, his feathers gleaming in the lights and his toned muscles tensing as he moved. Suddenly, I realized he was now sitting down at the table, ready to put a crepe in his mouth, when he noticed I was still standing stock still in the middle of the kitchen, just staring at him. "Max?" he asked through a mouthful of whipped cream and crepe.

Too cute! My mind squealed. I mentally scowled at it, finding I was mobile again as I went to get my own crepes. "What?" I snapped at Fang. He cocked his head at me, a puzzled look in his eyes.

"You were just standing there, spacing out," he told me as I grabbed six crepes off Iggy's plate. I grunted noncommittally as I made my way to the table and started eating my food. Breakfast was a very silent affair, since I didn't feel like talking after my embarrassing experience, Iggy was being unusually quiet at the stove, and Fang was… Fang. He never really talked much while he was eating.

I finished as quickly as I could, not looking at Fang again throughout the meal. I was afraid that if I did, I would start gawking at him and his stupid awesome muscles again. "Thanks Igs! It was delicious!" I told Iggy, setting my plate in the sink and fleeing the kitchen.

"Aren't they always?" I heard him say as I ran up the stairs. I slowed to a walk as I passed Angel and Nudge's room.

"Iggy's got crepes downstairs," I informed them, poking my head into the room. Angel was pulling something out of her closet, and Nudge was holding a stack of paper in her hands.

"Okay Max! We'll go eat in a few minutes," Angel told me brightly, a sweet smile spreading on her face. I smiled back at her, heading down the hallway and back into my room. I immediately flopped down on the bed, groaning quietly.

What the heck was going on with me? Why couldn't I stop thinking about Fang? Why had I totally frozen in the kitchen, just 'cause he had his shirt off and his six pack was showing and his gorgeous wings were floating around his back and his hair was-

I groaned louder. I didn't want to think about him anymore. Fang was too confusing right now.

WHOA! That was an insanely MEGA chapter! It was ELEVEN PAGES on Word! YAY! Feel happy!

Review please! And yes, this is now definitely gonna be three-shot.

Angel: I'll change the summary in the morning.

Good idea Ange. Peace out people!

Gazzy: Don't forget to review!

Thanks Gaz.

~TMI~