I know, I know! it's been a week! I'm sorry! But I wrote all week! (Unless Isaiah and/or Noah took my pencil.)

Disclaimer: If I owned Maximum Ride, this wouldn't be called Fan Fiction.

So, we got our food and ate and stuff. And we paid the bill. I didn't even look at how much it was. I just gave the guy my Max Card.

"Okay, guys," I addressed the flock once outside. "Fang wants us to meet someone, so follow Fang."

Fang start walking east, and the rest of us followed him.

"Where's he taking us?" Nudge asked me.

"You'll see," I told her.

"So, does that mean you know where we're going?" Iggy came up beside me.

"Of I do! Do ya think I would let Fang take us somewhere I haven't been?"

"We-ell…" Gazzy said.

"How long are you guys gonna keep this up?" I asked.

"Until you and Fang get married and move to Alaska." Gazzy answered. (I've decided that that's gonna be his thing. Like Nudge's is 'I'm hungry.') We all stared at him.

"Okaayy," Iggy said. "Don't even wanna know. To answer your question, Max, until you tell us where we're going.

At that moment, Fang stuck his arm out and Iggy ran into it. Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy burst out laughing.

"Will somebody tell me these things?" he yelled.

"Iggy," Fang said.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." Fang turned around, his eyes searching. "Keez!" he shouted.

"Hey." Keez stepped out from an ally.

"Hey. I brought my 'siblings'." Fang made air quotes around 'siblings'.

"Sweet action." My councilor, Kaytelyn, says that. She's awesome, so I put that in here.)

"Mm-kay. So you met Max last night."

"Who met Max last night?" Iggy put on his confused look.

"Keez."

"Who?"

"Keez. Remember? While we were separated?" Fang prompted.

"We promised to never speak of that time. But oh, that Keez." Iggy did his famous scowl-smile.

Rolling his eyes, Fang turned back to Keez. "And you've also met our urber-annoying blind pyromaniac. " He smirked at Iggy.

"Hey, Fang?' Gazzy asked.

"Yeah, Gazzer?"

"When are you and Max getting married and moving to Alaska?"

Iggy smirked, Nudge rolled her eyes, and Angel giggled.

Fang fought off a blush and looked at me. "How long has he been at that?"

"He asked this morning, on the way here, and just now." I thought for a second. "Where is he getting this idea?"

"Umm, no where." Fang turned pink.

He looks so cute when he blushes, I thought.

"Oh, do I?" He said, making me blush.

"Oh, do you what?" Keez asked.

"Don't flatter yourself," I told Fang.

"Don't have to. You've already done that for me," he answered.

"Nothing. So, getting back to intros, you remember the Gasman, right?"

"Yeah." Keez looked at the Gasman. "That kid is dangerous!"

"Yeah, he is!" Iggy agreed.

"Moving on. This is our motor-mouth, Nudge." Nudge smiled. "Be careful of what you ask her, or you might get a five-thousand word answer."

"Is this the motor-mouth Max referred to last night?" Keez looked Nudge up and down with an expression that made me want to laugh out loud.

"Yeah. Then we have Angel, our little six-year-old."

"She's cute." Keez squatted down to Angel's height and she smiled, well, angelically at him.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey." Keez smiled. Standing back up, he turned to me. "Well, you seem to be the leader." I nodded. "Do you guys have anything planned today?"

"I don't think so. I think Fang wanted-"

"Erasers!" Fang shouted.

"You mean Flyboys?" Ig asked.

"No, Erasers," Angel said. "They have minds."

"Well, sorry. I guess I left my telepathic abilities back in Arizona," Iggy replied.

"No time for sarcasm," Fang said. "We can take'm. There's about ten."

"There's a chopper, too." Iggy cocked his head to one side, listening with his super-sensitive ears.

"Yeah, I hear it, too," Nudge said.

"We don't have time to sit around and tell everyone what we hear," I heard Fang say. Normally, that would be my job. But seeing as I was lost in thought, I wasn't helping much.

How could they find us? Why has it been so long? I mean, it's been three months! I thought.

Max I heard in my head, and it wasn't Jeb. I snapped out of my daze to see Fang's face three inches away from mine, holding onto my arms. (Is that confusing? Noah thought it was when I read it to him.)

"Max," he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Maxi, sweetie, come on. Snap out of it." With that he leaned in and kissed me. And I kissed him back. Until…

"Aww, the bird kids have discovered hormones."

We broke apart to see…

"Ari?"

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MWAHAHAHA!!!!!! A cliffy! I know. I'm evil.

Noah (more about him later) is staring at me because I'm sitting here laughing my head off because I'm so evil.

Love and peace and dreams of hott guys (particularly one bird boy with black wings),

Blue.Loves.Toddler.Pie

P.S. Sorry it took so long to write. I'm super tired and super sore from Noah poking me with his pool stick. Jerk. Hott jerk. Why does he have to be so hott?????