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Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride (But that would be pretty awesome).

Bacon- Cured meat from the back or sides of a pig.

"You're really going?"

Max couldn't help but smile at the dejected tone in Gazzy's voice; he sounded like a lost puppy. It was just too cute. She turned around and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Sorry, Gasman." She told him. "But this date is important to me. I don't want to be late."

Max had been at the mall, shopping with Nudge, when she had ran into a guy named Micky at Starbucks. They had hit it off nicely, and just as she was about to leave, he asked her to go on a date with him. And how could Max say no?

"I still can't believe you got a date!" Nudge gasped from off to the side. "I thought you'd be asexual for life! But then again, you have Fangles."

Max sent Nudge a half-hearted glare for her comment, before patting Gazzy's head and settling her gaze onto Angel, who was merely standing there in silence.

"You okay, sweetie?" Max asked her.

Angel shrugged indifferently. "I've had worse days." Max was going to take that as a 'I'm fine, go have fun'. Fang was nowhere in sight, but Max could care less. He could be a jealous, emo kid for all she cared; tonight was her night. But just as began to open the door, a body crashed into her back. The brunette stumbled a bit, before righting herself again; she turned around to see her attacker.

It was Iggy, standing behind her with a mad grin on his face and a strange bottle in his hands. "Sorry," he said. "Didn't see you there." Then he snorted at his own joke.

"What do you want, you sexist pig?" Max sighed, unconsciously fixing her now-messed up hair.

"Nothing, really." Iggy shrugged. "I just thought you might want this." And before she could even react, he sprayed the mysterious bottle's contents onto her face.

"Iggy!" She spluttered angrily, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her blouse. "Why in the heck would you do that?"

"Well, I thought you could use some perfume; made it myself, actually. You know, to impress Mac or whatever."

Not even registering the blind boy's reply, Max turned on her heel and stomped out the door. "Ugh! It burns! You're going to pay for that when I get home."

"Whatever you say, Mother Max."

SLAM.

Iggy had almost been asleep when Max called his cellphone.

He had been sitting up in one of the branches above their tree-house home, gazing ahead at nothing blankly. And just as he was about to drift off to dreamless sleep, the blaring ringtone of the Star Wars theme song sounded off, and he jerked awake instantly.

Grumbling curses under his breath, the strawberry-blonde plucked his phone out of his pocket and checked the time; 9:47. He groaned. Max had left at six o'clock. Why was she still out?

He flipped open his phone and snapped, "What do you want, Max? And where are you?"

A lot of static buzzed into his ear before he could actually hear her voice. "Nevermind where I am! I just really wanted to thank you! You know the weird stuff you sprayed on me today? The perfume? Well, Micky commented that it smelled nice and liked it! I can't believe something you made was actually okay for once. What's it made out of, anyway?

Iggy stifled a half-groan, half-yawn. Too many questions at once! His mind couldn't exactly keep up, though he managed to answer only the last question. A small smile lit up the mutant's face as he replied smugly, "Bacon juice."

The other side of the line went dead.

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