Well, right now, I'm having a minor case of writer's block. (I know what's going to happen, but I don't know how it's going to get there. . .) So, I'm not so sure how this chappie's going to turn out. It'll go along as I type along, I guess. Enjoy Chapter 4!

The flight to Sam's house was very peaceful. The wind whipping through my hair. The whistle of it hitting my ears. It was very cold, though. I looked down to study the grounds. Wow, that was fast! There's Sam's house! I titled my wings to land and bank. I landed a few hundred yards so I wouldn't be seen, and to pull my hoodie over my wings. I walked up to his door and rang the door bell. Five seconds later, he answered.

"Hi Sam!"

"Hello, Max. Come on in." I've never been inside his house before, but somehow I knew where it was. It was big, but not as big as Anne's.

"Have you had dinner yet?" He asked me. As hungry as I was, I wouldn't take food from him. I still couldn't trust him.

"No, but I'll eat when I get home. Thanks for offering."

"I insist that you eat here. It'll be like another date."

"Okay," I said. What? I can't help it! It's just the way he looks at me.

Sam's parents were away, so it wasn't anything fancy. Just microwavable macaroni and cheese with too much water and not enough cheese. But hey, at least it was food!

"We don't have anything fancy for dessert either. Just some ice cream."

"That'll do."

After stuffing our faces of all the ice cream you could eat, we decided to watch some T.V. All the shows where boring and stupid.

"Uh, Sam? I told my mom that I wouldn't be gone too long, so I think I'm going to go now. I had a nice time." We stood up and I kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and then gave me a quick kiss on my mouth. Nothing fancy, just like Sam.

When I got home, Fang started watching me like a hawk. He'd take in my every move, my every word. He was acting kind of creepy. I was upstairs changing into my pajamas when he walked in.

"Whoa, Buddy! Ever heard of knocking?" Luckily, I had my pajama pants on, but I was in my bra."

He walked in after I told hom it was okay.

"So that's what those things are for. . ." he said and I slapped him in the face, playfully. "I'm just kidding. So how'd it go over at Sam's?"

"None of your bussiness."

"And why not?"

"Because you don't need to know every little detail in my life," When is the freaking apocalypse going to happen? Fang is acting so weird!

"I don't need to know, but I want to know. . . So how'd it go?"

"I'm not telling you." By now I had my hands on his shoulders pushing him out of my room. Why was Fang acting so out of character?

"I'll find out some how, someday, Maximum. Just you wait!" I shut the door and locked it.

"You just keep telling yourself that, and don't you ever call me 'Maximum' again!"

"Why? Is Sammy only allowed to call you that?" Fang asked through the door.

"NO! He doesn't even know my name is Maximum at all!"

"Sure he doesn't."

"GOODNIGHT, FANG!!!"

I was really mad now. That boy could be a pain in the butt sometimes, and now I think he was doing it on purpose. I hate it when we argue.

I got in my bed and punched my pillow back into shape. I stared at the ceiling, thinking very hard. But I was so mad, that any thoughts couldn't process. I eventually angered myself to sleep.

The next morning was really heckish, but surprisingly it was quiet. Anne was going to be gone all day and some of the night, so she was making sure everyone had what they needed. She had lunch already made and money so we could order out pizza for dinner. We were at the door, saying our goodbyes.

"You four have your cell phones, right?" She asked us. "Let me see them." We took out our cell phones and held them up in the air.

"We'll be okay, Anne," Fang said reassuringly. Whoa, that was the second time in his life that he's shown emotion.

"You know the password to the security system, I suppose?"

"Yes, Anne. We do." Iggy sounded annoyed.

"You will keep it set all day. I can call the company to see if you have. If you haven't, you six will be in trouble."

"What about me?" Total asked. "It wouldn't be my fault." I looked at Angel and she nodded. She knew what to do.

"I will be going now. . ." Anne said in a mesmerized voice and her feet started walking, not at her will. She was finally out the door.

"Okay, now that we are lacking of parental supervision, what shall we do?" asked the Gasman. I gave him a deceiving eye.

"Parental supervision?"

All five of them and Total really wished Anne were here. I was probably worse than her, but I wanted to be. For lunch, Anne made sandwiches, but I found cans of spinach. They had to eat three cans each before they could consume the sandwich. And there wasn't any dessert.

For dinner, we had pizza. But can you guess what was on the pizza? That's right. . . Spinach, but I got a pepperoni for myself. Even if they didn't eat all of the pizza, they had to pick off every bit of spinach and eat if. I was cleaning off the table after diiner. Let me tell you, it was fun watching everyone of their faces turn green.

"What's for desert?" Total asked.

"Smoothies!" I took them off the counter and held them in my hand.

"Yes! No spinach!" The Gasman cried in excitement. At least that's what he thought. The smoothies may be a smooth pink, but that doesn't mean no spinach. The Gasman took one from my hand and so did everyone else. Wait for it. . . Wait for it. . .

"EEWWW!!" said Nudge. "I taste. . . Spinach." She looked like she was about to puke.

"Have you learned your lesson?" I asked them.

"Never say 'No Parental Supervision' around Max," they all said in unison.

"That's right, because 'Mother' Max might come! Now, it's bath time. We're going from youngest to oldest. That means you're first, Angel."

"Who are you?" She made an evil six year-old face at me. I stuck out my tongue at her as she walked up the stairs, followed by Total.

"She's right. Who are you?" Fang asked while I was walking up the stairs. I stopped in mid-step and turned to look at him.

"Mother Max," I told him and continued walking up the stairs.

They were all standing in line in their pajamas, tallest to shortest. Their skin was raw and glowing red. I was walking in front of them like an army captain.

"You will go to bed and you like like it!!!" I shouted in a deep voice, pointing in their faces. "When I come in your room to check on you, I expect you to be in bed. Lights off!!! Are we clear?"

"Yes, ma'am, Max!" they shouted in unison. Then they soluted me. It made me so proud.

So far, everyone was in bed. Next was Iggy's room. I opened his door.

"Iggy, I said everyone in bed."

"But, Max? It's only seven-o'clock!"

"I don't care. In bed now, Iggy!"

"Yes ma'am."

Next was Fang's room. I stood at his door, seeing that his lights were on and I prepared myself to start shouting. I opened his door.

"Max? I think you're over-doing this." He was standing right there when I opened it!

"How?"

"Come on. . . Spinach?"

"Don't you want a healthy colon?"

"That's not the point, Max! You need to relax a little. Remember when I told you that you're a fighter, not a mom? Well, when I said that, I really ment it."

"Well, they need a little tough love. So I'm not going to stop." He turned the light off and walked to his bed.

"I'm going to feel sorry for your kids, then," he said and I closed the door.

A/N: Did you like it? I don't think it was too bad of a chapter for someone that had writer's block. 50 reviews and I'll put up chapter 5 ( but I've got to write it first. . .)

I've enabled the anonymous reviewer, so now it should be easier to reach the review goals. Thanks to all those who review!

-artemis1234567