Chapter 2

Thoughts were buzzing around my head like crazy as I approached Fang's door the next morning. I hadn't forgotten about last night, as much as I tried.

"Fang? Are you ready yet? Gaz's starting to wonder whether you're coming or not. Well, to be honest, we all are." (The Gasman has a soccer game this morning that we all had to get up so freaking early for…grrrrr…)

When I heard no reply, not even the movement of him getting ready – he was always really noisy getting ready despite his silence in other times (trust me I would know, waking up to trees rustling when we were on the run), I decided to come in anyway.

"Faaaaaang…?" I said cautiously. He was nowhere. There was complete silence. All I could hear was the faintness of Nudge and the Gasman's voice in the kitchen and the rustling of the trees outside. The wind whistled a bit – it was not a good day for a soccer game by the way, and I was counting on it being cancelled…

It was then that I realized that I could only hear the wind whistle because the window was open. That is never a good sign, I've learned from experience.

I quickly backed out of the room after closing the window, and rushed downstairs.

'Oh he had to just go out the window again, didn't he?' I thought to myself. 'He ALWAYS HAS TO GO OUT THE WINDOW! I hate him, I decide I hate him. He is causing sooo much trouble, I will kill him, bring him back to life, and kill him again!'

"Max, ready to go?" said Gazzy excitedly, but frowned when he saw Fang wasn't with me.

Angel tilted her head. "Where's Fang, Max?"

"I was kinda hoping you could tell me that, kid," I said, not sounding too hopeful in case she let me down.

"Errrrrrrrrr, not close, Max…" said Angel, and when she saw my disappointed face, she added, "Maybe it's the storm?"

"Yeah, may be, honey."

After explaining to the youngins about how I should find Fang because he's an idiot, I'll only take a minute, that Iggy is in charge, and that absolutely NO use of explosive items are permitted, I dived out the same window Fang left and unfurled my wings.

I'll tell ya, there's a reason bugs don't fly in the rain. One, of course, because they're so small they'd be crushed by the water, but that has nothing to do with moi. Two, is because the wind and the rain and everything is way too much for winged creatures, let alone winged freaks to fly in way up high. Which is why I was wondering what the heck Fang was doing that was so important, and also, at times, why the heck I was after him. Selfish and cruel, I know.

Finally scanning the area of a nice patch of woods we had slept in once before, on the run, where me and Fang had shared our first kiss here in Home Sweet Maine, I spotted something large and black. Five bucks says it's Fang.

And so I was right.

"What is wrong with you?" I said after kicking him in the shin multiple times.

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same question!" said Fang. "Stop kicking me!"

"NEVER leave without informing fellow Flock member. Also, NEVER leave in a storm! And never leave your window open! We pay for heating for a reason you know!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry…" he said with his hands up. " But I didn't actually leave in a storm. I left last night when it was perfectly UN-stormified."

"Yeah… well, you still left your window open."

He rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"You're so critical."

"And is that a bad thing?"

"…Yeah."

"What?"

"C'mon, Max, you're critical of everything anyone does."

"Like what?"

"Who I talk to, who I look at, who I interact with, who I date! Like seriously, are you my mom?"

"Since when was I critical about who you date! Since when have you ever even dated someone!"

"You're critical. When I date. YOU."

"So what, that's what puts you off everytime you decide you want to date someone new? Like ME?"

"I'm never put off, you are! Whenever I kiss you, you get all ticked off at me and run away! Do you like me or not?"

"The Flock…" I muttered.

"Oh, you're excuse. Right. But is that really it? You won't kiss me ONCE because just that is sure to break up the Flock? Are you revolted by me or something?"

"Why would I search for you if I was revolted by you?" I said softly.

"Why do you run away when I kiss you?"

"Who said I would?"

Honestly, half the time romantic gushy disgusting things like this happen to me, I have no clue what to do. This time… eh, not so sure. But hey, Fang wasn't hesitating. I kissed him at, like, a 7 on a greatness scale. Well, I'm not about to face certain death, and you've gotta save some 10's for a time like that, right?

But still, I've got to admit, there's nothing quite like kissing in the rain. The moment was perfect.

That is, until giant hulky Erasers started falling from the sky like spiders. With guns. All of which pointed to… yep. Moi.

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