"Okay, Edward. Go… now!" I whispered, as he quietly drifted into Fang's room, set up a small video camera in an unnoticeable place, and drifted back out. I smiled, it was just too easy.

"You guys ready?" I whispered. Everyone nodded. "Que, Jasper." I whispered. I had to restrain myself from jumping Jasper; he looked exactly like The Joker, thinking it was Heath Ledger, I had to stop myself from attacking him with hugs shouting: "You're alive!".

Jasper snuck into Fang's room, signaling us to not peek around the corner; if we did, we'd be spotted by Fang.

"The Jok—" Fang began to shout, but I guess Jasper had put a hand over his mouth.

"Why. So. Serious?" Jasper asked, pulling the infamous Joker quote. I put a hand over my mouth so I didn't burst out laughing then and there.

"AHHHHH!!!!!" We then saw a tall dark figure dash out of the room, arms flailing out up in the air. Thankfully he went the other direction then us, running down the hallway. I hoped he didn't wake the kids up. We all then went to our bedrooms quickly, just in case he came back.

I quickly hopped into my bed and pretended to be asleep. I eventually heard the door open abruptly.

"MAX! MAX!" I heard Fang's yell. I once more tried very hard not to laugh. I played the part of 'Max just waking up to a scared Fang'.

"Fang? What are you doing in here?" I asked, pretending to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"I – He—Serious – Scary—DA JOKER!" He stuttered. I held back hysterics once more.

He then jumped onto my bed and wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled next to me.

"Make him go away!" He screamed, squeezing his eyes shut. I stared down at him in shock. Okay, that was unexpected.

"Um, it's okay Fang, you'll be fine." I mumbled patting his back lightly. I then yawned, not noticing how tired I was. I just fell onto the pillows and closed my eyes…

Next morning

My eyes slowly fluttered open; and I came face to face with something, no, someone.

My eyes widened at the realization.

Fang.

Was sleeping.

Right next to me.

Weird.

I was about to wake him up when I noticed he was talking…

"Max, no, we gotta' stop." He mumbled. Seeming to push my body away from his. "We don't want the younger ones seeing something like this – Oh, no keep on going, I like that." He mumbled, pulling my figure closer again, a smile playing on his lips. He then began to kiss my neck, in his sleep.

That.

Little.

"FANG!" I shouted in his ear.

He jerked awake, then noticed his position. He brought his face back to mine. Then grinned sheepishly.

"Why, hello there, Max." He said happily. "Crazy night last night, huh?"

I turned fifty different shades of rade.

"You PERVERT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. He jumped out the bed, and ran out the door. I followed, pillow in hand.

"The mighty Maximum Ride is after me! Help!" He screamed, but he was laughing, taunting me. I growled.

"You're dead Emo boy!' I screeched. He laughed harder. I finally caught up to him and tackled him, our weight together propelled us down the stairs.

"Ow, ouch, you Mother – OUCH!"

We finally made it down all the stairs, landing at the bottom. He was still laughing. I growled again, menacingly.

Right before I could start yelling, I heard a clearing of someone's throat. I looked up to see Edward, looking down at us; arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

Then I noticed the way Fang and I were entangled in eachother. His arms and legs were entwined with mine. My face inches from his.

"Yes Edward?" Fang said, not looking away from me.

"If you two lovebirds are done, -- with whatever events I would prefer you end this instant – Breakfast is done." He said, and walked away. I looked back at Fang.

"Get. Off. Of. Me. Now." I spat through clenched teeth. He laughed again.

"What if I don't want to?" He said, almost in a mischievous tone. His arms were currently around my waist, he pulled my closer to his body. I gasped.

"Why I oughtta –" I began. I twisted my body around and attempted to get out of his grasp. But I couldn't he was stronger than I thought. He brought both of us up off the floor, me still squirming in his grasp, my back to him. He chuckled.

He brought us in the kitchen, getting us weird looks from everyone.

"We have an unwilling subject." He stated, grinning like an idiot as I grabbed onto the doorframe, willing myself to hold on with all my might. But of course he got me off. A growl erupted from my throat. I twisted to give him another death glare. He grinned wider.

He plopped me down on a stool, and pointed his finger in my face. "Sit." He ordered. I bit his finger.

"Ow!" he muttered, I smiled.

"Stay." He ordered, when I didn't move he patted my head, "Good girl." He said.

"It's not like I wasn't willing to eat." I muttered under my breath.