(A/N: JEEZUMS PEOPLEZ! It was supposed to be a one-shot buuuuuuuut if you insist…
BTW There won't be like fighting or tooooo much Fax, but I'll try and slip some in there. It's what I call a peace-fic. It's not a real plotline, but a bunch of connected one-shots.)
MAX POV (For my best bud Jimmy Pat (Not really my best bud) because he does Max POV)
Oh my gosh! I survived!
Yes, it's true, amazingly, that I avoided death twice today. Once, by cliff, next, by embarrassment.
And I was in for it again. I was going to die by Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and Iggy, checking on me EVERY SINGLE FREAKING SECOND!
It's true! They won't leave me alone! I know, they have good intentions. They love me and are worried about me, but if they really loved me, they would JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
I think Fang was probably too guilty of trying to kill me twice to actually check on me.
Just then, Nudge came in. AGAIN.
"Hey Max, doing alright?" She asked.
"Hey sweetie, I'm fine. But I think I'm going to sleep now. So could you tell the others?" I asked, trying not to sound too fed up.
"Okay. Good night!" She said, turning to leave. She was going to go tell them to leave me alone. So, naturally, they all came in at once to tell me good night.
"Night Max," Angel said in her sweet, five-year-old voice.
"Nighty night!" Said Gazzy. I think he let one rip on the way out, but I can't be sure. If I wake up in the morning, he didn't.
"Good night," Said Iggy, recognizing that I was fed up.
And then, last but not least – well, maybe least, I can't be sure – Fang.
I sat up in bed, ready for a fleet of apologies.
"Hey Max," He said, sitting next to me.
"Hey." I said tiredly.
"I guess I was the one walking crookedly." He said, chuckling.
I punched him in the shoulder.
"I'd punch back, but I think I might kill you." He said sarcastically.
I chuckled. He was probably right.
He wrapped his arm around me.
"Sorry, Max." He said guiltily.
"It's alright." I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
"How can I make it up to you?" He asked, determined.
"Um…I don't know." I said, and then yawned.
"You should get some sleep. You don't want to be tired on your birthday." He said, removing his arm from my shoulder.
Oh, crap! It was my birthday tomorrow! Well, my chosen birthday. To go with my chosen name.
He got up and walked towards the door.
He turned at the doorway.
"Alas, until morning, my dearest." He said melodramatically, while turning off the lights. I chuckled and lay down in bed.
I heard his footsteps retreat, and I went to sleep.
Well, apparently, Gazzy didn't let one rip, because I woke up the next morning.
And it was my birthday! I was fourteen! YEAH!
But even on my birthday, I had to get up and do stuff.
I walked into the kitchen—
"Surprise!" Shouted the flock.
There was a chorus of 'Happy birthday' and similar things through the kitchen.
Then, in the middle of the table, there was a cake. It said "Happy Birthday, Maximum Ride!" on it. My heart swelled.
"You like it?" Asked Iggy. "I made it myself." He prided himself.
"I love it! Thank you!" I said, hugging him.
"Ububub! Presents first!" Nudge warned.
"You guys got me presents?" I asked, amazed.
"We got you one big present!" Angel said excitedly.
"Cool!" I said. For me, it was the quality of the present.
"It's outside! C'mon!" Gazzy said, leading me outside. Fang winked at me as I went outside.
And there it was. The best present anyone could ever ask for. Anyone with wings that could fly, anyway.
On the Cliffside, There was a helicopter pad, but with 'MAX' instead of 'H.' then, attached to the cliff side, was a series of hoops, made to look like an obstacle course.
"Go on, try it!" Insisted Nudge.
I ran over to the pad. I unfurled my wings.
I jumped through the air, nailing all the hoops. It was great fun!
But all this flying was making me hungry.
"Let's eat cake!" Said Angel. She could read minds. Literally.
Everyone whooped and hollered in agreement.
The cake was delicious. Oh my god. Vanilla cake with a chocolate layer in the middle, and the most amazing tasting icing ever. Am I making you hungry?
And so the 'party' came to a close, and my fourteen-year-old self was ready to go to Old Biggers today. Hopefully without any death-related things happening.
This time, we made it over there.
And we played in that tree like no tomorrow.
It was the greatest day ever.
Well, until we got tired, and had to go home, which just about everyone except Fang and Iggy disagreed on.
"But I wanna stay!" Gazzy complained.
"Gasman Something Ride! I am twice your age and twice your size! But that's irrelevant because it's my birthday. So naturally you have to do what I say!" I said, trying to cheer him up. He laughed.
"Fine." He said, still chuckling a bit. "Gasman Something Ride. Hehehe." He said, chuckling.
So we walked home, again, surprisingly, without any deathly encounters. I was beat.
"You want me to carry you?" Asked Fang, grinning.
"No!" I said. I was still recovering from last time!
"Sure?"
"Yes!"
"No you're not."
"Yes I am!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not! I mean—Gah! No!" I said, continuing walking.
I wasn't going to take that kind of embarrassment today, nosirr-e!
And All was well on my 14th birthday.
Now I could kick Fang's butt and do it with dignity!