CHAPTER TWO………………………. Ok, yeah.

Disclaimer…( I don't own Maximum Ride, or Victoria's Secret either. I kinda wish I did. *imagining forcing all VS managers to wear floor length denim skirts and hobo jackets* I don't have anything against hobos that just would look really funny. Mwa ha ha ha ha.)

Max POV

Ugh, I hate mornings.

"Alright, you guys, up 'n' at 'em," I called. "The sooner you get up, the sooner we get to Disneyworld." Seriously, why do we have to go to Disneyworld of all places?

'Because, Maximum, you promised the flock that you would after they shut down all of the American branch of Itex.'

Which we did. But still.

I sighed and waited for the flock to get ready. We'd camped out in the north Georgia mountains after finishing a press conference for Green Peace in New York

Iggy made breakfast, rabbit al fresco, along with some peaches we'd picked from an orchard in a valley on he way.

We took off, headed southward, and flew peacefully along for an hour, until the choruses of "I'm hungry," started exploding from Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. But mostly Nudge. Another half hour and I would die gladly if only for a respite from the constant stream of complaints.

My prayers were answered seconds later when I got a brain attack and passed out. But not before I hurtled toward the Earth and someone's roof. My last thought was, "At least there are no more, 'I'm hungry's".

Fang POV

It'd been one hour. An hour since some girl my age had come out, picked Mx up, and carried her inside with odd strength. An hour of making attack plans for rescuing Max from, what, a fourteen year old girl? Huh.

My thoughts were interrupted when Angel let out a squeal.

"Max is awake!" I could not stem the flow of relief that passed through me at those words. Wait, why? "She says nothing's wrong, just go to the front door."

Okaaay. What ever you say.

Max POV

I woke up, and was about to hurl myself at the nearest whitecoat when- wait, where was I? Someplace with nice couches, one of which I was laying on. There was a heat pad under my back, a blanket over my legs, and bandages over some cuts on my arms. A girl about my age stood at a sink in the kitchen, rinsing a bloody washcloth.

"Well, sleeping beauty awakes. It's been thirty minutes, I was starting to get worried," she said sarcastically. Hmm, no needles, no weird questions. I liked this girl already. "My name's Brooke, by the way. Hold still, I need to put on the last bandage… that's better. What's your name?"

"Uhh, Max," was my very brilliant reply.

"Cool."

I scanned my view of the house. Nothing seemed weird. The rooms were decorated in warm browns and earthy greens, and it seemed like a place where I'd like to grow up.

"You came at the right time, I just finished making congo bars before you showed up. I have soda too; want some?" This girl was a tiny bit less talkative version of Nudge. She seemed interested in me, but I could she was trying to refrain from asking questions. She wanted to be a god hostess; but still, she talked a lot. Just not half as much as Nudge.

She handed me a can of coke and a plate with what was apparently a congo bar on it. It was in the shape of a brownie, but looked like a chocolate chip cookie. It tasted like a chocolate chip cookie too; according to Brooke, that's all it was just made with cake batter instead. Nothing could ever top Mom's cookies, but these came really close.

"Hey," I said, "I had some friends with me before you rescued me, do you mind if I call them?"

"Nope," Brooke popped the P on the end. "They can come too. I could use some company, things were about to get really boring before you came along." She smiled slightly. "They can have some congo bars, too." Her grin widened, like the Chesire Cat. She tossed me the phone, then left to put the washcloth from earlier in the laundry.

'Angel?' I mentally called out.

'Max! We were about to rescue you!' Angel squeaked.

'Rescue? I don't need rescuing. Nothing's wrong. The girl is nice, and she said you guys could come in, just go to the front door.' I replied.

'Mmkay, Max! See you in a few…' I felt Angel leave my head.

In a little while, the doorbell rang. Brooke called, "Max, can you get that?"

I got up and made my way to the door. There was a sudden release, like my stomach had been in a knot and I hadn't realized it, but it vanished instantly, when I saw Fang at the door. And the rest of the flock, too, but at first I could not even see them. Hey, wait, why?

'Because, Maximum, you care about him,' the oh-so-wonderful voice commented. (sarcasm)

'So? I care about the rest of the flock too,' I retorted.

'You love him.' The voice is VERY tactful today. (more sarcasm)

"Shut up!" I snapped, only to receive weird looks from the flock. They must have heard me. Through the door. I hadn't even realized I'd said that aloud.

'More like shouted," Angel snickered in my head.

'Angel! Out!' I thought.

'Sor-ry…' she grumbled.

I opened the door and smiled.

"Hey guys," I smiled. "Come on in. There's someone I want you to meet."

A/n: I just thought I'd update, cuz it's a SNOW DAY!!! ON MARCH 1ST!!! IN GEORGIA!!! Tee Hee…