Chapter 3

A/N: Okay, so some of you think I was kind of hard on Angel. I guess, I'm sorry. Maybe Max will pick on each of them before they leave. Question is, should I make them leave? Or should Max take sympathy on them since they're homeless and Max knows how that feels? Review and tell me.

Max's POV

Okay so maybe I was being a little too harsh. But if you were me, how would you react if the people you loved, backstabbed you and then left, and then came back asking for forgiveness?

Yeah, I thought so.

Anyway, I guess now would be a good time to let everyone get to know each other.

"Right, so um how about we all go to the living room and introduce ourselves properly." I said feeling a little bad for Angel's sad face for not sticking up for her. Even if she did deserve it, it was still a little harsh.

My flock quickly protested, as did the old flock. But I don't care, they're going to continue hating each other until Kingdom come (A/N: Does anyone else know that saying, 'until Kingdom come'?) unless they get to know each other now.

"Living room, now!" I gritted my teeth to look menacing. They grumbled but started walking toward the living room. I smiled smugly, and skipped to the living room.

"Angel, Gazzy, Total, Nudge, Iggy, Dylan and Fang, on one side. My flock on the other side."

Courtney, Ali and Happy brought their beanbags to our side of the living room and sat down. The twins crossed their arms and continued to sneer at Angel. She glared back.

Jake and Mia sat down next to each other. Drake and Nina sat down on the other couch and Erica sat next to Jake and Mia who had room on their couch. Brandon and me took the last couch on our side and looked at the others.

Drake, Jake and Brandon were glaring at Iggy, Fang and Dylan. Why? I have no idea.

Erica, Mia and Nina glared at Nudge. She just narrowed her eyes at them. For once, she wasn't talking. She hasn't talked since my headache actually. How long ago was that? I think maybe half an hour? That's the longest time she's gone without talking. I wonder why.

Brandon laced his fingers through mine but didn't look away from Fang, Dylan and Iggy.

No offense to them but they were outnumbered. By a longshot. We were ten and they were six besides the dog, who I haven't seen since they got here.

"Okay, how about this," I started. "We go around, starting with Angel, and say our ages, powers, and one thing we love."

They nodded.

"I'm nine," Angel started. "I can read minds, control minds, projec thoughts, shape-shift, talk to fish, and breathe underwater. Oh, and I love having a leader." Then she looked down. My flock gave me wary glances. I brushed it off and winked at them to let them know that I didn't care about that.o

So I'm guessing that she hasn't developed any new skills. Yeah, cause God knows that we need a manipulative nine year old to have more powers. Like world domination.

Please tell me you sensed the sarcasm. Oh, you did? Okay good, cause I was about to say. Phew.

Anyway, "Gazzy?" I said motioning for him to go.

"Uhm, I'm eleven. I have gas issues, I'm a good pyro, I can mimic voices and I love making bombs." He looked down too. My flock smirked at those two. Their powers were no competition to ours. I smirked too.

"Nudge?" I said.

"I'm thirteen, magnetic, I can hack into computers, talk fast, and I can change clothes instantly, and I love magazines." She said, and then she shut up.

"You can change your clothes?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well that's new. It was bound to happen sometime, I mean you and clothes is like pb and j."

She smiled. But I didn't smile back, I just looked at Iggy.

He coughed and started, "I'm seventeen, super strong, pyrotechnic like Gazzy, I can cook, and sense colors with my eyes closed. And I love making chocolate chip cookies."

My mouth dropped open and Brandon looked at me worriedly. I want chocolate chip cookies! Angel smiled at me as if I was going to come back to them so Iggy can make me cookies all he time. I closed my mouth, no way am I giving in.

Not for all the chocolate chip cookies in the world. Angel's smiled faltered and Ali grinned at me. I smiled back at her while the others looked at the four of us. My flock seemed worried, they knew that I couldn't resist chocolate chip cookies. The old flock, smiled, besides Fang who just half-smiled, as if they knew that they won.

Ali? I thought to her.

Yeah? She responded while looking straight at me.

Tell everyone that I'm not going back to those backstanding ungrateful mongrates. I don't even think that mongrates is a word.

Anyway, the old flock's smiles slid off their faces as they got the memo, and Brandon kissed my cheek lightly.

I turned to him and whispered, "Brandon! You know what that does to me."

"Exactly." He whispered back, while kissing my neck. Was he really going to do this righ now? In front of Fang and Dylan? He kissed a spot on my neck that he knew made me crazy.

I got on his lap and started kissing him. He kissed me back with the same fierce. (A/N: Does that make sense?)

"They do that all the time." Nina said in a fake exagerated voice.

"Uh, are they going to stop anytime soon?" Nudge asked.

"These things could go on for hours." Erica anwered in a exasperated voice.

Were we really that bad?

Yes. Courtney answered me.

Courtney, what are they thinking? I asked her in my mind.

Give me a minute. There was a long pause and then, Dylan wants to punch Brandon in the face. Fang is seething, and I can't pick up anything from him. Mind block. Iggy is thinking about bombs. Nudge is thinking random thoughts while also thinking about your wedding day with Brandon. Gazzy is in total disgust. And Angel has mind blocks up.

Thank you. I thought to her and then I pulled away from Brandon.

He looked disappointment, but then I whispered, "Later." in his ear and he grinned. I winked at him and then sat down on the couch.

"Okay Fang. Your turn." I said satisfied.

"I'm seventeen, I can breathe underwater, turn invisible, predict the future, and I love.." He seemed to be considering his words. Angel smiled at him knowingly, and the twins gasped, but didn't say anything. "Things." He said finally.

"Dylan?" I said trying to change the subject before the twins could say what he loves. I already had a feeling.

"I'm eighteen, I sing on pitch and perfectly, I can set up and destroy force fields. And I love-" I knew what he was about to say so I cut him off.

"Don't say it!" I hissed at him.

He smirked, "You." He said simply. I groaned and put my head between my knees.

Three.

Two.

One.

"What the hell did you just say?" Brandon said his voice rising with every word.

-I was going to stop here, but I'm not that cruel.-

"Uh-oh." Happy said.

"Oh great, Dylan just had to say it." Courtney and Ali muttered.

"Uh Max?" Jake said cautiously.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." I said waving him off. I turned to Brandon, "Babe, it's okay."

But he ignored me and stood up.

"Dude, you might want to get out of here." Erica said watching Brandon.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay right here." Dylan said with a smirk.

"Uh Fang?" I looked at him.

He looked up and I saw happiness in his eyes for a second. Just a second.

"Can you please take your flock members all the way upstairs, like the attic?" I asked him uneasily.

"Why?" Angel asked me.

I walked over to her and picked her up in my arms gently. Damn, she got a little heavier than last time I picked her up.

"Things are about to get really ugly right now and I don't want you guys to see it. Or even hear it. Trust me there will be cursing. And I really don't want to see you guys witness a Brandon fight." I said to her. She nodded and I put her down in front of Fang.

"You guys know where the attic is right?" I asked them. They nodded. "Ali, Courtney and Happy go with them." They went without protest. But before they all went upstairs, I shouted, "Put up your mind blocks!"

We all did, including me.

I went over to Brandon and tried to get him to sit down. He wouldn't budge. When he's angry like this, he does whatever he wants and no one can stop him from doing it.

In the next second, I was thrown on the couch and someone was kissing me. But it wasn't Brandon. It was Dylan. He was kissing me while Brandon was spewing with rage. The others were staring probably thinking, Oh my God, this guy just made his death wish.

Then Brandon screamed, "DYLAN! GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!"

But of course he didn't. I tried to push him off but Dylan was more enhanced than me, so of course it was like trying to get a brick wall off of me, Dylan was still kissing me, he would not stop and I couldn't breathe.

Then suddenly he was off and I fell off the couch coughing and trying to get air into my lungs. When I got my breathing patterns back to normal, I looked up.

Dylan was fighting. But not with Brandon. He was fighting with Fang. Fang was the one who pulled Dylan off of me. I looked around and saw Brandon. On the floor. Unconscious.

A/N: I think this maybe over 1,000. I don't know how, since it seems longer. You gotta love me. Anyway, guys I'm not going to quit working on this story. I know that other people in the past who have tried to attempt this plot line, have failed and quit but that's not me. Even if it takes me ten years, I will continue working on this story until it's done.

Review? :) And updates for my other MR stories will come soon. I promise. Maybe in four hours, sorry.