Dylan's foot steps were slightly louder then that of the flocks, so I guess I knew that the foot steps that I heard advanced towards my door.
"Max, you're up," said Dylan when he opened my door, "Why are you on the floor?" His expression was puzzled now.
"No-duh I'm up and its none of your business." Did I sound cold, like I didn't really care about his little caring question (does that make sense?) I hope so.
"Are you alright?" He acted as if I said nothing. Butt-head.
The image of Fang suddenly popped in my head and I had to hold back a cry of sadness.
"That's a stupid question." I mumbled and lifted my embarrasses butt off the floor to my mirror over the desk and unsuccessfully tried to brush my hair and gave up in a half done job. I soon became aware of him watching me. I turned away from the desk and brushed past him into the kitchen.
I hated it when he tried being Fang to me.
"Its alive!" Iggy chimed from were he was making food..
The flock sent me warm smiles that I instantly returned. They looked dirty, I had to throw them into a shower soon.
"Morning Max!" Gazzy called, "Iggy made pancakes."
Cool, they're trying for me, that's nice. But even then, I could still feel the weight of sadness pushing the flock.
Following the delicious smell of pancakes, I sat down. Iggy sat a plate on the table and we all dug in.
"Hey Max, can we go flying? It's really nice outside and its so clear and we all need a little exercise because it has-" Before Nudge made the rest off us beg for death Iggy shoved a fork of pancakes in her mouth.
"Mhh, good." Nudge nodded in approval.
"Sure, lets fly!" I said, we need to let go some times, the flock can use a break from drama.
We flew around the canyon and swooped this way and that, dive bombing and playing tag a feather. Dylan kept his distance in the feathery fun fest and practiced his banking with Nudge as a teacher.
I closed my eyes and coasted in the air currents and soared feeling the wind gather beneath my wing. You probable don't now this but flying like this can really take you mind off stuff.
Or some times it gives you time to think about it, either way it is still great…till someone comes to pull you out of it.
"Max?" I heard Angel call my name as she cruised next to me.
"Yeah Ang, what is it?" I said opening one eye.
"Fangs in trouble." She simple said
Oh holy-!!!