A/N;
And here's our first 'real' chapter; Max's list.

Rain: Hey Max?
Max: Yeah?
Rain: Wanna disclaim for me?
Max: Sure.

Max: Rain does not own Maximum Ride. Everything belongs to JP. Back to you, Rain.
Rain: See? I own nothing, so says Maximum Ride herself. So don't sue.

Dr. Martinez tacked up her eldest daughter's list to the wall, the first of 6 lists, 5 of which were still to come. She'd decided to space out the lists a little, and give them time to adjust. Smiling to herself, she went to go put on a pot of coffee. She wondered how her recently-discovered child would react to her list...

Max, bleary eyed and bushy-haired, stepped into the corridor when she heard her Mom's footsteps. For a moment, she watched her mother walk away, and then she sprinted for her list. Frowning, she began to read.

List of things Maximum Ride is no longer allowed to do;

Number one: No more jumping the hairy-looking cashier at the grocery store. I happen to like shopping there, and I don't want you to get me banned for life.

"That was one time!" Max exclaimed, crossing her arms angrily.

"Actually, it was twice." Max screamed and jumped into the air. Fang chuckled, appearing out of nowhere. Max turned around and glared at him.

"Whatever." She grumbled, turning back to her list.

Number two: You are not allowed to inspect each and every pizza box we receive. It does not matter that one exploded in our faces- chances are that won't happen again.

"I was being precautionary!" she cried.

"Does your precautionary acts include stealing a slice from each box you 'inspected'?" Fang asked. Max rolled her eyes.

Number three: No more races around the neighbourhood. Everyone already knows how fast you are, and the neighbours are starting to talk about the huge bird that flies at amazing speeds, and looks sort of deformed.

"I'm not deformed." Max huffed. Fang was trying to smother his laughter, and failing miserably.

"Deformed..." he chuckled.

"Shut up." Max replied.

Number four: No more cooking. Ever. Unless Iggy/myself/someone who can put toast on without setting the toaster on fire is with you.

"Is anyone ever going to let me forget that?" Max asked Fang. He shook his head, and Max sighed.

"I suppose that's a fair enough rule." She relented. "But I am not deformed!"

Number five: No one wants to see you and Fang kissing. And Iggy does not want to hear it. Keep it low-key, sweetie.

"Heh... oops. That one is kinda my bad." Fang said with a grin. Max smacked his shoulder lightly.

"That better be on your list, too." She said with a smile as he took her hand.

Number six: Using your leader status to give you leverage over Fang or Iggy in an argument is not nice. No more, please.

"Yeah. I should've got that last hotdog." Fang said.

"But I'm the leader." Max said in mock-seriousness. "All hotdogs belong to me." Fang rolled his eyes.

Number seven: I know you have a history with Fang and red-heads, but insulting random red-haired girls from afar is no longer allowed.

"But... I don't like them..." Max muttered.

"Max?" Fang asked.

"Mhm?"

"Do you have red hair?"

"Of course I don't. Geez, are you suddenly blind, like Iggy? Man, we'll have to get him to show you the ropes." Max said sarcastically.

"What I meant was; I like you don't I? Brown-and-blonde-streaked-hair and all." Max smiled.

Number eight: I want my cookies to last more than an hour after I bake them. Just once. Please?

"Your Mom's right there. I think it's getting to the point where we'll have to sign you up to CA." Fang said thoughtfully.

"CA?" Max asked.

"Cookie-holics anonymous."

Number nine: My colleague Dr. Berns is not Ter Botch's brother. Quit asking him if he has siblings that work in evil institutes. Especially in front of his wife.

Max grinned.

"Actually... that one was a dare..." she laughed. "I think it was Gazzy who said it first, right?" Fang nodded.

Number ten: You are not allowed to use your fear of hospitals as an excuse to get out of having your shots. I don't want you to get sick, young lady.

"Heh, young lady..." Max rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.

"I don't like needles." She sighed. "But I guess I don't want to contract some horrible disease because I refused to get a shot."

"I'm glad you agree." Both bird-teens spun around in surprise, finding Dr. Martinez smiling at them. She had a cup of coffee in one hand, a magazine in the other. "Like the list?"

"I am not deformed." Max said with a frown. "And the kissing was all Fang's fault! I swear!" she pointed a finger at Fang, who was grinning sheepishly. Dr. Martinez rolled her eyes.

"Love you, honey." She said, walking away. Max glanced at her list again, and sighed.

"Damn..." she murmured. "Oh well. I'm going back to bed." She yawned, and Fang chuckled.

"Bye Max." He said, going into the kitchen to find something to eat. Maybe there was some leftover pizza in the fridge...

A/N;
I'm only doing ten rules. Max is kinda hard to make rules for. I think Fang will be too. I want to make these chapters better, so please, ideas?
*hugs!*
~rain, over and out.