A/N: Ohaio minna! How are you guys? It seems I'm always sick; I was forced to stay home today from school because of my fever . So instead of being a normal sick person and taking a nap, I decided to update for you guys! A writer never sleeps! Anyways, this chapter is based on how James and "Fang" met, so enjoy!

Social Network Chapter Four

The strawberry blonde had opened his blue eyes, but instead of being met with the glow of sunrise and the annoying beeping of his alarm clock, his room was still a shade of dark blue. He wondered if he had more time to sleep as he looked at the clock, only to be met with a time that confused him. Ten o'clock pm.

James was positive that he had fallen asleep later than ten; it had to at least be midnight before he had gotten into a well sleep. Hell, he wasn't even home when it was ten; he was busy walking the exhausted Monique home. Sitting up, he grabbed his clock, noticing that he hadn't been in a sleep induced state and was actually reading the numbers correctly. Yeah, that definitely said ten o'clock, now about seven minutes past ten.

Rubbing his eyes, he peered over at where his light on his tan wooden desk was still on. Hadn't he turned that off before he went to sleep? Things were just getting weirder and weirder tonight as he pushed aside his blankets, his bare foot met with the cool wood of his floor. Taking a moment to get used to it, he rubbed the left side of his head, ruffling his already messy bed head before walking over to his desk. Everything was the same except for some Algebra notebooks sprawled across the top and the work completed.

Pushing aside the white lined pages, he leaned over to turn off his light when his eyes caught sight of a picture. Picking it off his wall, he studied the faces as he noticed it was of his family, a thick line of an uneven cut in the middle. The line severed the connection of him and his mother from his father, but was attempted to be taped back together. He could remember when he had gotten so upset with his father he had just ripped it up, half of the split cutting off his own smile.

That was back when his parents were first fighting, just before where their divorce had happened. It was constant; every night the same yelling and slurred words of his father, the tear-choked voice of his mother as she tried to quiet him down. Not three months later they had filed for divorce, and the case was completed just a few months later, leaving James with his mother and his father living downtown in somewhere in Cape Cod. After two years of being separated, when he had turned fifteen, they decided to get back in touch and become friends for his sake.

The three of them shared Christmas and New Year's together, switching every other year if they were going up to Cape Cod or staying down here in Massachusetts. This year he would be going up to his father's house and staying with his mother there for about a week. He didn't mind going up there; it was always peaceful and the three of them would play board games or go out and do the little stupid things. It felt like they were still a family, even though there was no actual title to go along with it, which is exactly why he had taped up the picture.

Realizing that this was definitely not how his room was, seeing as he had taken down the picture and shoved it in his draw when they were painting, he sat down at his desk. He studied the tiny cracks on the wall, running his finger tips over them lightly and wondering where they had disappeared to when he painted his room. His biggest curiosity was how he even got back to his old room, it was basically impossible to have his room exactly how it used to be.

Deciding to check what the date was, he pushed up his laptop screen and looked at what was displayed. On that page was a completely white page except for two names in light blue and black. He watched as messages would pop up after typing, only to be answered.

Me: Come on, Iggy totally beats Fang any day.

FangDarkAngel457: Idiot, no way.

Me: Iggy can make awesome explosions, cook, and he's blind. What does Fang do?
FangDarkAngel457: Be awesome.

Me: …You really are like him, aren't you Mr. Antisocial?

FangDarkAngel457: If I were to be antisocial, I wouldn't even be on here.

Me: Okay, true.

FangDarkAngel457: So what is the obsession with Iggy?
Me: He's epic! I would like Fang if he wasn't so scared all he could do was run off.

FangDarkAngel457: Yeah, but he did it to help Max and the rest of the Flock. It hurt him, too.

Me: Well then why didn't he just break up with Max? He ended liking Maya anyways.

FangDarkAngel457: Yeah, but who did she look like?

Me: Max.

FangDarkAngel457: Which is exactly why he liked her.

The conversation continued to go on for a half hour, fighting over the better of the two male bird-kids. Then James had brought up how he also liked Holden and Ratchet, which is when the two of them finally agreed on something for once. They continued talking on that website- the name had escaped his memory- and began to e-mail each other. They talked about a bunch of different things; Maximum Ride and other series like Percy Jackson or TV shows. They complained about their homework and their teachers and somehow gotten to the point of being on AIM with each other.

James watched the conversation continue to go on for the rest of the night, reading about the discussion he had already had. He laughed at the same things, got fired up for the same reasons, and felt bad for "Fang" at the same times. All of these were symptoms from the old conversation, however just stronger. He felt like he should interfere with what was going on and figure out what was going on, but could never find the heart to leave the dull glow of the laptop.

He pondered how much time had gone by, but decided that as the sun began to rise, he should go back to his bed. Peeling his eyes from the younger him and "Fang", he closed the screen and finally went back to his first goal- turning off his lamp. Downstairs, he could hear the quick footsteps of his mother as she made her way around the kitchen, knowing she would have to rush to get to work. If this was already happening, it had to be about five o'clock, meaning he had stayed up for seven hours, the mere thought of having to get up in an hour and a half made him yawn.

Slugging over to his bed, he fell into its plush mattress, its warmth wrapping around him and engulfing him. He looked out the window like he always did before he fell asleep and watched the faintest colors begin to rise into the sky. Closing his tired eyes, he stayed in silence, listening to his mother try to move around as quietly as she could but as quickly as she could. He smiled a bit at his mother's genuine caution and pulled the covers around him, turning to his back to the window as he drifted asleep.

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James then opened his crystalline eyes, the annoying beep meeting his ears. Had he really slept that quickly? No way, he wasn't even in a deep sleep. He rubbed at his eyelashes, shaking off the crusty build up that had accumulated. His eyes were heavy, a sign that he had been sleeping for a long time. Looking around as he focused, he was back in his room; the cracks, the photograph, even the musty light green color had gone back to its dark blue. "Of course," he sighed, standing up and pulling out his uniform, "It was just a dream." His voice was tinted with a sense of longing, as he wished sometimes he could go back then.

A/N: Did I do well? I do not own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does. (It was used for my Kathryn-chan~) Nor do I own Maximum Ride, James Patterson does. I want to introduce some friends of James' in the next chapter because it will be following him during school, however I need YOU guys to tell me who. Thanks! –girliee159