Okay my little friendy –os. Here's the next chapter. Sorry if it's a bit of a bore but I wrote it during class and school and stuff. I just wanted to get the next chapter up. Also, this is still part of the introduction phase of the story. I promise it will get better. More Fang. More FAX. More not me talking…. Oh, and when I wrote this on paper, it was 6 PAGES FRONT AND BACK. SO 12 PAGES TOTAL. Ah, just thought I'd let ya know

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THERE MAY BE SOME BAD WORDS. IM SORRY. I JUST CAN'T CONTAIN THEM.

CHAPTER TWO

U.S Navy Base

October 2nd, 2013

Fangs P.O.V.

"Oi! Rise and shine ladies! It's a new day, a new life, a – "

"Will you shut the hell up, Iggy?! Some people actually enjoy the absence of your presence." Angel yawned, scowling at Iggy. I smirked, waiting for Iggy to snap back. The two of them were always at each other's throats and made a good show out of it. Totally platonic, though.

"Ouch. Ange, darling, it appears as though Mother Nature decided to come a bit early this month. Don't worry though. I bet someone was kind enough to send some Midol and "bitch-be-gone pills." Iggy said while chucking mail at everybody.

I snorted as Angel's face turned red. That little cherub was the pinnacle of evil when it came down to it. She picked a pillow from a cot, sent it flying towards Iggy, and huffed off. Another chuckle escaped my lips.

"Well, morning to you to Fangles!" I glared at him while he sneered, a shit-eating grin (A/N Again, excuse my French) plastered on his face. "Mail time, bebz." With that he threw a small, white colored envelope on my lap and passed the rest out.

"We don't normally get mail, Ig. What is this even for?" I asked, turning the item in my hands.

"Wow Fanglet. That was a pretty long sentence. My baby boy is growing up! The emotionless rock is finally cracking! There must be something in the water. There –" Iggy continued on with his dramatic charade before catching my scowl and stopping.

"It's that pen pal thing we agree to do with Dartmouth, remember? Alex chimed in, already devouring his letter. "You know, we got picked because we are eternal loners."

I sighed. Oh yeah, that. Another thing on my to do list that will have me wishing I was some cashier clerk somewhere. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the program. It's just that why would someone want to talk to me, be interested in what I have to say, when all that person really wants is an A for the semester? I looked down to the name printed on the envelope. Maximum Ride. Hmm. I tossed the letter into the tin box under my cot and got up, dusting my hands off.

"Alright crew, up and at 'em. Read the letters later. We've got training to do." I grimaced at how much more speaking I had to do now that I had been bumped up to Sergeant. Maybe Iggy was right after all.

- I'm just a line. Time Jump. -

I collapsed on my cot as I rubbed my shoulder. God that hurts. I stretched out my back and let out a long yawn. It had been one hell of a training session. My muscles ached and screamed from all of the work done today. Iggy's surprise bear hug attack while I was carrying a 200 pound dummy on my back only made things worse. I flipped my black hair out of my eyes, settling down on the cot to sleep, only to jump up a second later.

"Crap." I said, remembering the awaiting "pen pal" letter. I groaned as I rose from my cot and cracked my bones into place. So much for sleep, I thought. I picked up the letter and opened it, another small yawn escaping my lips. (A/N Those nice, soft lips. ) I saw two letters, one introducing the pen pal program, and one from nonother than my pen pal.

Sergeant Nikolaus Salvatore,

Um. Hi. My name is Maximum Ride, but my friends call me Max. Not Maxy, Maxy Poo, Max a Million, Maxine, and definitely not Waxy Maxy. It's Max, and just Max. First and foremost, I would like to bring about the fact that I am a girl and not some perverted boy wanting your number. But, it was either the name Max or Maxine and, well, you know you would have chosen the same thing. Unless you have some weird fetish with granny names…. Or you're secretly a girl….

I laughed. Actually laughed. Like the full blown kind out loud. Luckily Angel and Iggy weren't here to broadcast it to the world.

Anyway, um…. I don't know. Thanks for serving our country I guess. Oh God that was cheesy. I'm sorry. Um, so yeah. I'm Max, I have brownish blonde hair with natural highlights from the sun. It goes a little past my shoulders. Ha. Shoulders. You're a soldier. Ha. Sorry, I'm tired and what not. I absolutely hate makeup. And skirts. And dresses. Don't even get me started on heels. I love soccer, but college doesn't allow much time for that. Manchester United is my favorite team, but don't tell my friend Gazzy that. He's wring my neck. I have chocolate brown eyes. Just thought I'd point out the fact in was chocolate brown and not the color of poop. I attend Dartmouth University and I'd say I'm pretty tall. I'm not a girly girl. I'm beginning to bore you. I'm making you sleepy right now, aren't I? I'm going to stop now. I guess if this letter is putting me to sleep you must already me in the land of milk and cookies. Ha. But, yeah. That's me, kind of. Anyway, truly and completely, thank you for protecting this country.

Sincerely,

Max – The sleep deprived child.

I put the letter down and couldn't help but feel a smile cross my face. Max. She's different. In a weird, but refreshing way. Not the complete girly girl I had been dreading. And, judging by the way she wrote. She was a sarcastic smartass. Maybe this whole pen pal thing wouldn't be entirely too bad. I put the letter back in my box and lied down with my arms behind my head. Closing my eyes, I slowly drifted off – to the land of milk and cookies.

Dartmouth College

October 19, 2013

Max P.O.V

Borchty said that the letters were supposed to be arriving any day now. A weird feeling came over me. There was a – I don't know – a tingling feeling in my heart. My palms were sweaty and my heart kept pounding as if I had just jumped off a cliff. Oh God. I sound like some hormonal teenager about to go on her first date. But I don't do dates. Or that little shenanigan called "romance."

"But you are a hormonal teenager, Max," Nudge butted in, looking at me in confusion.

I returned the look of confusion her way.

"What?" Crap. Nudge can read minds?

"No. I just have hawk – like hearing abilities, and you have an uncanny knack of saying what you are thinking."

Hm. Really? Well then, I should stop thinking, I thought.

"Oh honey. Trust me, I shouldn't be too difficult," Nudge said with a grin, patting my head.

My head slammed on the table, "OH. MY. GLOB."

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