I don't own maximum ride or the flock

I don't own the first 4 paragraphs MaXiNexSpAzxOfxThExWoRlD wrote it.

I do own the plot and the rest of the paragraphs

Fang POV

Max, give me the god damned iPod already! We all know you feel pretty by now!" Iggy yelled, trying to snatch the Flock's iPod from Max, who was, yes, singing to I Feel Pretty.

"I FEEL PRETTY, OH SO PRETTY, I FEEL PRETTY AND WITTY AND GAY!" Max continued.

I nudged Ig's shoulder.

"I think I know why she feels so pretty. Angel, quit it!" I said, glaring at the oh-so-innocent 6 year old.

"Fang I'm really not doing forcing her to do it."

I glared at her more.

"I can't get this god damned song out of my freaking head! Ugh!"

"I just projected the song into her head again and again. I don't know how to stop it though. Hey, can I do it to you? Then you could sing to each other."

"Angel, no. I don't-" suddenly I heard I Feel Pretty in my head.

"ANGEEEEELL!!"

"I FEEL PRETTY OH SO PRETTY!"

who was singing that? Oh no…that was me.

Ba bum ba bum…

do you want me to continue?

R & R!!