DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride, but man it would be amazing if I did! I don't own the lyrics either. It's Ke$ha and the song is Tik Tok.

So, I finished this morning and started to write the OC story. If you don't like it, you can tell me, I won't be mad. But yeah. I really hope you do like it!

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"I want to pick strawberries," Angel said in that stubborn way of hers. "They're ripe."

"I'll go with you," Gazzy said brightly as he let one rip. We all groaned and rolled our eyes.

"I need a . . . gas . . . mask!" Iggy called, gripping his neck and pretending to fall off the chair.

I laughed and shoved a forkful of eggs in my mouth. "Oh, my God!" Max said in disbelief. "Was that a smile, Blaise? Or was the light playing tricks?" I rolled my eyes and flicked something at her, smiling the enitre time.

Fang rolled his eyes too and threw his plate in the sink.

"Sorry guys," Gazzy said without much conviction. I watched him with slightly raised eyebrows and then stood up to put my own dish in the sink.

"I agree with Angel. I can't sit in this house any longer! The stench is messing with my brain!" Nudge said quickly, a smile lighting up her face. "I need fresh air!"

"We all do," Max said brightly, jumping up and handing her filthy plate to me. I met Fang's eyes and glared darkly. "Come on!"

Outside was gorgeous. The sun warmed our skin as it beat down from the clear, pale blue sky. Nudge was chattering happily b my side and her small hand was gripping mine. I looked down at Angel who was asking Max to make her cakes. Indirectly of course.

"Yeah, that'll be the day, when Max makes a cake," Gazzy said, mimicking Iggy easily. "I'll make it, Angel."

Max spun around, a smile dancing on her face. Her eyes radiated joy at not having to make a cake. "Thanks, Iggy," she gushed, practically jumping up down, clapping her hands together. I rolled my eyes as she went on with how she could kick Iggy's ass. I put my ear buds in and turned it the whole way up.

"Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack. 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs. Pulling up to the parties, trying to get a little bit tipsy. Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight til we see the sunlight. Tick tock, on the clock, but the party don't stop no. Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here. And now, the dudes are lining up 'cause they hear we got swagger. But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger. I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk. Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk. Gonna smack him if he getting to drunk, drunk. Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out, or the police shut us down, down. Po-po shut us down. Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see tonight. Tick tock on the clock but the party don't stop, no. Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight. Tick tock on the clock but the party don't stop, no. DJ, you build me up, you break me down. My heart, it pounds. Yeah, you got me. With my hands up you got me now, you got that sound, yeah, you got me. DJ, you build me up, you break me down. My heart, it pounds yeah, you got me. With my hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up. Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in. Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight. Tick tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no. Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight. Tick tock on the clock but the party don't stop, no."

I started to laugh as Iggy shook his head and shrugged, a grin radiating from his pale lips. Nudge's shoulders shook as she tried (and failed) not to laugh. Fang was grinning too, something that rarely saw in our house. Max's gaze fell on Gazzy, surprise making her eyes widen.

"Gazzy," she breathed in disbelief. "Did you do that?"

The Gasman shrugged, his radiant eyes betraying whatever humbleness he was trying to convey. See, Gazzy could basically mimic any voice or sound. It was a pretty cool power if I do say so myself. But Gazzy used it a little too liberally.

To a normal person, that would probably seem amazing. But for us, it was just another power. Most of us have them and they make life wayy more interesting.

I heard it before I saw it.

Angel screamed. We all turned as one, watching as the too large men dropped from the sky. Their wolfish muzzles pulled back and showed their yellow teeth. Reddish eyes glinted as they rolled towards us and I could practically smell the bloodlust coming off of them. Erasers and they were out for the kill.

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A/N: I hoped you liked it! It was fun to write! R&R!