Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Adriana, Kai, and Lisa are property of ME! Raivin, Static, and Nacho are property of Jwan!

Isn't Static sweet?! I couldn't help myself. Jwan, is it okay if I fangirl scream when you show me your pics of Static? Heh. 'Course, Kai will always be my favourite! (Hugglez for Kai!) Raivin is so funny! She's great! I love their parents and all and I think the story is pretty good for them (Kevin!! Kimmy!!) but I can't help thinking that these characters are so great and that they interact smoothly with each other! And the couples (if you wanna take a stab at what they are) are so sweet! You know… in my opinion.

Static's POV

Well, isn't this just freaking great? Ugh…

"Um, sorry to ruin the moment…" Nacho cut in, "but I'm hungry…"

Lisa sighed heavily. "Let's get some food, then we'll hit the hay. I'm too tired!" She rubbed her temples.

I waved my hands in the air erratically, "Uh, hello!"

"Kai, Nacho, Lisa and I will sleep on one bed and you and Raivin will sleep on the other so that you can be… spread out." Adriana suggested.

Lisa nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. Kai and I will sleep next to each other and you and Nacho will be on the edges, that way it's not… weird." She shrugged.

Raivin grew red in the face. "It's weird for us!" She hollered.

Lisa stood, along with Adriana. "Well, GET OVER IT!" She screamed. Raivin shrunk back.

"Hello? Room service? I need six pizzas. Yes, six. Yeah, really. No, this is not a prank call. Look just six cheese pizzas, okay? Room No. 148. Thank you." Nacho ordered.

"A pizza for each of us." I sighed, laying down on my- ugh… I mean, Raivin and my bed. We all tended to keep to our groups. Nacho talked endlessly to Kai, who would occasionally growl in frustration. Lisa was busy talking about her favourite subject, her brother. Adriana was listening intently. While Raivin, who usually made a ton of noise, just stared silently at the ground. Her attitude was beginning to concern me. "You okay?"

She looked back at me. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess." I continued to stare at the ceiling. I saw that it was painted like the night sky.

"Hey." I tugged on the handcuffs. Raivin sighed.

"What?"

"Look." I pointed at the ceiling. She lay down, too.

"Huh… kinda pretty." She observed. I laughed.

"Kinda pretty, very descriptive."

She glared at me. "Yeah? Well, what would you call it?"

I ran through my mind for vocabulary words. "Fine craftsmanship, creative, stellar." I laughed quietly at my own geeky joke. Raivin rose an eyebrow at me. "You see, the Latin word stella means star and stellar means relating to or consisting of stars but it was also used as a word for cool a few decades ago…" I explained. She just stared blankly at me. I sighed. "Never mind."

She went back to looking at the ceiling. "How do you know that stuff?" I suppressed a snort of amusement.

"I, for one thing, went to school." I informed. She sat up and put her free hand on her hip.

"You're a jerk, you know that?!" She spat.

I grinned at her. "You lack considerably in insults."

"I rarely need to use them." She explained. We sat in silence for a few more awkward moments. "My wings are getting sore." She moaned shaking them out. They were actually pretty big. I'd never really seen anyone else's wings close up. I touched one of the contour feathers. It was really soft. My wings weren't really soft at all, they weren't comfortable in anyway and hurt a lot when I shook them out so I tended to keep them close to my back. I was a fast flyer and generally poised but other than flying I never really considered my wings a part of me, more like a bulky accessory. "What are you doing?" She snapped, shooting me a glare.

"Your wings are really soft." I told her. She rolled her eyes.

"Well, duh."

I frowned. "Mine aren't… Are your wings… comfy?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course." She shrugged, I watched as she pulled her wings around her like a built in blanket and saw that they moulded her figure perfectly. "If yours are hard and uncomfortable you probably aren't taking care of your wings properly. As you probably already know, my mom had wing problems so she constantly took care of them. You need to preen often."

"Preen?" I asked. She laughed.

"Duh! You need to repair the feathers. You can use something oily with little impact like petroleum jelly. It's easier if you have someone else do it for you." She said. The thought of someone else touching my wings was a little unnerving.

I sat up, "But your wings fit perfectly on you."

She rolled her eyes. "Yours do, too. You just need to stretch them more often. Learn to use your wings like the birds do. Stop being such a human!" She punched me playfully.

I chuckled under my breath. "That doesn't mean I have to turn into an animal like you, do I?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"No, but it helps." She beamed at me. I was struck by the realisation that she'd never actually smiled at me before. She apparently noticed as well. She stopped smiling and laid back down.

"Food!" Nacho called, handing out the pizzas. Raivin dug into hers like there was no tomorrow. I shook my head in dismay, eating slowly, chewing with my mouth closed, and not talking. Kai glanced at us. He saw I noticed and waved meekly.

"Hey, Kai, how do you like the hotel pizza?" Adriana looked at him over her shoulder. He tossed his hand back and forth to signal it was so-so. "Mhm, definitely needs more sauce." She seemingly agreed with him. "Yeah, well, I don't think hotels serves that, besides, it's better fresh." Kai broke out in laughter so I won't even ask about that last one. Eventually we were all stuffed and we went to bed. Raivin kept tossing and turning.

"Will you stop that?" I groaned.

"I can't get sleep." She hissed. "I'm cold."

"It's freaking ninety degrees!" She rolled over to face me.

"What are you talking about? It's like thirty degrees!" She snarled.

"You're the one with the blanket wings! Wrap up and go to sleep." I shot back.

"Jealous." She rolled her eyes. "It'd mess up my feathers and I don't have any petroleum jelly with me, kay?"

"Ugh." I sighed. "Well, that's your problem, isn't it?"

"It's yours, too! We're chained together! I'm cold and you, Mr. Smartie Pants, are going to figure out a solution!" She poked me hard in the chest. I grabbed her hand and glared fiercely.

"First of all, don't ever talk about my pants again. Secondly, do. Not. Poke. Me." Suddenly something hit the back of my head. "Ow!" I turned to see Kai sitting up giving us the death glare. A shoe was on the ground. "Fine." I mumbled, directing my attention to Raivin again. I thought it over for a moment. I whined silently. "Come 'ere." I sat up, propping myself up with pillows.

She looked at me suspiciously. "Why…?" I rolled my eyes.

"Do you want to be warm or not?" I snapped.

"Fine, fine." She sat next to me.

Kai's POV

Ha ha. That's what you get for keeping me awake. I mentally snickered. Static hesitantly wrapped an arm around Raivin. Raivin's face heated. She squirmed until she looked remotely content with the position. A light flush graced Static's cheeks. He rested his head on hers and drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, I didn't have that benefit. My mind was making up a poem, like it does when I'm restless. Stupid frigging Raivin and Static had to trigger it.

I might never tell

my secret

I could bottle up

my emotions

I will push myself to

my limit

You will be to blame

No, I'll never tell you

my secret

No, you'll never know how

I feel

Yeah, I'll reach

my limit

You'll watch as I slowly die on the inside

No, there's nothing

you can do

No, I wont let

you interfere

But when I lie here broken and worn to tatters

You'll be there

And heck, who's knows if

I'll care

But somehow

It matters

Ugh, another stupid one. What am I gonna do with that? Nothing. It has nothing to do with anything! Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with these stupid things. Ah, well, I'll just have to get over seeing as I'm not going to get ANY SLEEP tonight!

And there is my "awesome" closing! Yeah... anyhoo, I'm hungry and I think my stomach is trying to eat itself... Please Review! Kisses!