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Fang

"What are you doing in Paris?" I shouted, jumping off of Max and glaring at my dad.

"Looking for this fugitive! And I see she has a sidekick!" My dad snapped.

"So what if she does? I'm more accepted by a killer than my own father!" I shouted, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max sneaking out the window while everyone watched the father/son showdown.

"That's crazy! Get your stuff! You're coming with me-" Ari chose this moment to walk out of the shower in only a towel.

"Nicky, you got an extra set of..." Ari's voice trailed off. "Who the hell are you people and what are you doing in my apartment?" Ari shouted, as if he wasn't Max's brother.

"She has another sidekick?" My dad asked, confused.

"Cover's blown, you're screwed kid, see you suckers!" And with that, Ari grabbed the pack as he sped over to the window and jumped out. We all stood in an awkward silence, I think it was mostly because of the towel that was hooked to the window that Ari hadn't taken with him. And then, all the sudden, the towel was yanked out of sight by a hand and then there was another minute of awkward silence.

"What are you staring at! Get them!" My dad shouted, everyone took off, except for my dad. "You're coming home with me. What were you thinking when you came with that girl? And were you about to kiss her?" Dad sounded outraged.

"So what? Max doesn't judge me like you do! She gets me! I'm not some failed experiment to her!" I yelled, absolutely furious.

"She's a killer, Nick! She'll kill you! If you come with me now, I can let you slide on probation." Dad reasoned.

"Not a chance. She's not gonna kill me." I snapped.

"What would your mother think?" Dad muttered, glaring at me.

"My mother? Oh don't you dare talk about my mother? For one, I'm not her B****! for another, she loved me! I wasn't some broken toy! Screw you! Screw authority! Screw the freaking world!" I shouted, punching my dad in the face. He spun and fell hard, out cold. I shook my fist. "That's for Max." I kicked him hard and heard a crack in the general area of his ribs. "And that's for me."

And with that, I hopped out the window myself. I sprinted down the roads, not looking back, not looking for Max.

"Yo! You Nick?" Someone shouted, I glanced to my left and slowed down when I saw the boy manning the bread stand.

"What's it to you?" I asked.

"Here. Tell Max I wish her safe travels." The boy handed me a loaf of bread and I found myself wondering why in hell would Max want to give me bread? I shrugged it off and ran down an alley, passing streets, buildings, and people as I went. Think like Max, why bread? I wondered, biting into it as I ran. Friendship bread... that tasted like paper. I glanced down to see a piece of paper sticking out of the bread and quickly yanked it out, opening the note as I ran.

If you're reading this, you aren't arrested, or dead. Congrats! I'll be on the other side of Paris, by the Eiffel Tower at midnight. You better not bring your daddy, or hell will break loose. Don't worry about towel boy, we caught up. See you soon

Maximum Ride

P.S Keep the bread, I'm starving!

I smirked and ripped the note to shreds, letting piece after piece fly as I ran.

It took a whole two hours to get to the Eiffel tower, and once there, it was nine. Of course, I saw Max there, hiding. If you weren't me, you wouldn't have seen her up in that tree.

"Max!" I called, she glanced over at me and smiled broadly.

"Look who decided to join the party?" She hopped out of the tree and smirked at me, ruffling my hair.

"Hey girl, I see you got away." I said, smirking and shaking my hair out.

"Yuppers!" She said and ruffled my hair up again. "I like it like that. Keep it like that." She insisted. I rolled my eyes but didn't bother fixing it.

"Come on, we're off to lunch!" Max said, snatching the bread from my hands and gobbling it down.

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Why did Max call it lunch if we didn't eat till ten at night? I don't know. Maybe she's still on American time or something like that. Anyways. While we were eating our spaghetti with meatballs, (Don't lie, we all know you said that with a french accent)) the ever-gorgeous Max suddenly gave me a smile. I froze. It was a genuine, sweet smile.

"What?" I asked, feeling self conscience since I had a bunch of spaghetti hanging out of my mouth. I began slurping it up again while Max just shook her head.

"Oh I don't know." She mumbled.

"Maxie has a crush on Nicky, doesn't she?" I accused, smirking.

"I don't have crushes on four year olds." Max muttered, rolling her eyes and wiping the sauce off my chin with a napkin. Time slowed down as Max did that. I bit my lip and chewed on it as she set the napkin down next to my plate and went back to her garlic bread.

"Nickford, your drooling, darling." Max cooed, smirking triumphantly. I rolled my eyes and shut my jaw.

"Don't worry, man, I drooled over that waitress behind Max too." Ari said just loud enough for Max to her. She spun around and I smiled a full-out toothy grin at her as she glared back at us two guys. Then, looked at my teeth for a moment. Huh?

"THAT'S IT!" She screamed, getting odd looks from tables nearby. My smile faded and she stood up, pulling my lip down and opening my mouth. WTH? She looked in my mouth and smiled.

"Fang. You only have one sharp canine. The other one is chipped."

"You did that." I mumbled. Though it sounded more like "Ew, dii, da."

"And that one canine is really sharp, so your new name is Fang!" Max explained, sitting back down and wiping her hands on her jeans.

"Fang huh? It'd be nice if I could make you scream my new name." I said, winking at her. She scowled, getting what I meant and kicked me from under the table. I yelped and after that little fiasco, we talked about plans and stuffs and then went to a new hotel.

"Night boys!" Max called from her spot on the bed. Ari got the other bed, and I got the couch.

"Night giirrrrllll!" I said, smirking to myself as Max threw a pillow at me. "Keeping it!" I snapped.

"Fine! It touched you! I don't want it anyways!" Max snapped. I tossed it back at her and she shrieked and threw it back at me.

"You didn't have a problem playing with my mouth earlier." I said, throwing it back, Ari chose that moment to sit up however and it hit him in the head. Max and I laughed as Ari growled.

"Night you two. Now shut it before I do it for you." I shrugged off Ari's threat.

After Max and Ari were asleep, I tiptoed- actually, for me tiptoeing is just walking since I'm naturally silent- over to Max;s bed and laid down. I stayed clear on my side, much space in between us, throwing a blanket over myself instead of going under the covers.

I would've slept on the couch, but from past experiences, I know how much my neck hurts the next morning. I honestly stayed on my side, and just before I fell asleep. Someone whimpered. Max curled up against me, burying her head in my chest.

"Please stop." She whispered. "I don't wanna be a killer." I blinked at what Max said. Someone had made her like this? I stroked her hair absently.

"Shhh, sleep." I mumbled, and Max instantly relaxed against me, her eyes fluttered.

"Thanks Fang." She muttered, before falling back asleep.

"No problem." I whispered.

I WROTE A LITTLE BIT OF BOTH! EXCEPT AT THE END, IT WAS TOO SWEET TO BE ME... Arch writes sweet parts too, though he'll never admit it! Review please! I love feedback to know what to improve on or change, or maybe even suggestions that would be an awesome addition to the story and its plot line! OH! AND WE ANSWER QUESTIONS! AND QUESTIONS, RANDOM ONES ARE TOTALLY NORMAL ONES!

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