Chapter 4

Heya guys. Yay for chapter four!! 4's a good number don't you think? Oh well. On with it! And by the way, if you have any ideas for what Max and Fang should do next, please write in and say! Thanks guys.

~ kris ~

"Max?? What are you doing??" Nudge asked a little fearfully. Iggy groaned.

"Oh Jesus, not again!! Please tell you guys weren't serious about what you said

before…"

Holy _____.

The next day, pretty early in the morning, even before breakfast, we were all sprawled

out on the couch. Nudge had been placated, Iggy throttled and now it was time for Angel.

I sat up slightly and stared at her miserably.

"Angel…" I whined, "When will you let us out? My feet hurt… and my wrists! It's not

fair!!" Fang smiled mischievously.

"Or, as the French say, C'est ne pas juste!!" I glared at him. Angel just giggled.

"Soon, soon. You still haven't learnt the full requirements of a working relationship, you

know," she added, her voice lowering seriously, "It's very important to get the dynamics

of contact with the opposite sex up to scratch."

"Are you for cereal???" I screeched, "You're only 6." She raised her eyebrows

condescendingly.

"Max, the correct term is 'Are you serious?' and besides," she sniffed, "Might I remind

you that you are the one handcuffed and whining to me and not the other way round?" I

pouted. Still not fair.

Then we heard Iggy shout from downstairs in the kitchen.

"Guys!!!" he bawled, "Breakfast is ready!" Sighing I heaved myself up, with Fang

alongside and we hurried down to the breakfast table. We hooked ourselves round the

table, so that our hands joined over the table, our legs joined under the table and we were

sitting on opposite sides of the table. Got it? Good. Cos I'm not saying table one more

time. Well, except for that time. Anyways…

I sniffed the air and the delicious scent of crisp pancakes wafted by my nose. I groaned

with anticipation.

"Please," said Nudge, "Don't make that sound. It provokes extremely disturbing mental

images after what happened," she shuddered, remembering, "in that bathroom." I

growled at her, but contained myself. Humph.

Iggy placed two plates heaped full of pancakes right under my nose and one under Fangs

nose. We both breathed in the sweet floury aroma. Iggy drizzled maple syrup on top,

extravagantly I might add, and sprinkled on some icing sugar. Heavenly… I pulled back

my arm to take up my food, not bothering with table etiquette, forgetting temporarily

about the handcuffs. So Fang was pitched forwards, his face landing right in his plate of

pancakes. I couldn't help myself – I started giggling like a maniac, throwing my head

back with mirthless laughter… Until a sticky and pancakey Fang glared at me, and pulled

his own arms back, so a few seconds later I was also sticky and pancakey. I looked up

and poked my tongue out at him. He gave me a self-satisfied well-what-are-you-gunna-

do-about-it? look. I showed him exactly what I was gunna do, by doing it. I reached

down to my stack of pancakes and grabbed one with my teeth. I whipped it up and

smacked it into Fangs face, maple syrup and all, so the almost sickly sweet syrup was

dripping slowly down his face. But he caught the end is his mouth and started eating at

the pancake, with a smirk. But I would not be beaten!! I started chomping my way

through the other side and we kept at it, like the dogs eating noodles in The Lady and the

Tramp, and eventually we met up in the middle, both our mouths stuffed full of pancake.

After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, we both burst out laughing, spraying

tiny crumbs of pancake in each others faces.

The rest of the flock looked on, watching sadly.

Fang grabbed another pancake with his teeth and offered it to me. I raised my eyebrows

skeptically, but ate from it anyway. Hmm…. Yummy sugary goodness. We swapped

pancakes until they were all gone. I grinned at him and he grinned back – ah, the sweet

fruits of team work!! (a/n: yay! team work! group hugs everyone! lol, anyway)

New problem arose…

"Maaaaaaaaxxxxx," Fang said in that annoying tweedling voice he puts on when he

wants something.

"What is it?" I sighed. Nothing could make this morning, no this whole handcuff thingy,

more embarrassing then it already was!!

"I need a drink."

Apparently, it could.

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~ kris ~