Ayye, guys! Weell, judging from your reviews, you sounded pissed with Dylan but you liked the FAX-ish stuff (: In this chappy, it's more FAX-y than the other chapters, except for Ch.4 when Fang caught Max. (personally, that was MY favourite!) A few weeks have passed since Max and Fang made up and it's dinnertime. Max has met Gazzy and the Flock is all together now. Woohoo! LOL :D Now, for some people who reviewed!

Animalover: Ahha, thaanks! I actually enjoy writing high emotions especially with Max and Fang. They're just so dang adorable. *tear* As for Fang being mad, when you mentioned it, I totally had an idea. But, then I thought I could do that in the later chapters. I can't wait to write him mad. ^.^

not 13 yet : LOL xD. I love awkward moments too. There's one in here, in honour of you. But it's not between Fang and Max... ;-D

Scherri : Fang : *kisses and flicks Scherri* There, happy?

Me : Ahha, you know you wanted to!

Fang : *rolls eyes*

Hehe. Saame! I love to write Max being mad. She gets so stubborn and Fang has to compromise. :D Oh, and dun worry. I delivered the message to Fang. He said he loves you too... just don't tell Max. -D

Rawr : I was thinking about doing that. Turns out, it's a reaaally good twist in plot and I absolutely love it! But I was thinking, if you wanted the close friend to be Sam? Or is that too much? Cuz, I don't wanna torture Fang, LOL. I'll play with the idea. Thaaanks so much for presenting it to me!

Okay, on with the story!


''You guys are such animals!''

I looked at Nudge who was sitting across me. She had a look of disgust on her tanned face and her eyebrows were forming a deep scowl. I had no idea why, though. ''What?''

''You. Are. Such. An. Animal!'' she repeated, slowly, like I was a dog who needed to be trained. Huh. Now, that I think about it, that was one lousy comparison. ''Both of you!''

I still didn't know what she was talking about, so I glanced at Fang beside me, who had his french fry halfway to his mouth. He, too was a bit alarmed at Nudge's sudden outburst. Then, he just resumed his eating position and the french fry got lost in his mouth. When he felt my confused eyes on him, he turned to grin and shrug.

''I believe she's referring to the way you're eating.'' he whispered, teasingly in my ear.

My eyes widened with mock outrage. ''I believe she was referring to the way we were both eating.'' I shot back, and he just half-smiled, causing my heart do a little tap-dance. How does he do that?

Despite my qualms of the Fangster being too seductive for his own good, I continued to eat messily with my hands. Okay, you sissies in the back, the ones going ''Eew!'' Seriously! It's much, much more comfortable to eat with your hands, rather than with a fork or a spoon. Ask a caveman. Or heck, just ask Fang! While Nudge, Angel, Iggy (occasionally, he would pick up something the old-fashioned way) and Gazzy (same goes for him) ate like proper Brits, Fang and I were the odd ones out.

We simply, stashed our forks, spoons and knives aside because they weren't gonna be any use, anyway. And even if we were eating french fries or chicken nuggets, which most people would just eat by hand, we would make a mess of the whole place. What can I say? I eat like a pig. Take that stereotypers! And all around the room, girls were mirroring mine and Fang's actions (Key word: Fang) just because they thought he would ''take interest'' (Nudge's words-not mine) in one of them. Yet, after a couple minutes, they quit and started to eat like the ninnies they were born to be.

I threw a side-ways glance to Fang, who was perfectly unaffected by the dreamy sighs and oohs and aahs that were emitted by most of the camp girls. Every time he laughed, grinned, or even popped a french fry in his mouth, they just couldn't keep their traps shut. However, I was incredibly pissed.

I mean, I'd seen this happen to Fang before- I'd been here almost a week, after all. But, everytime I saw it, for some strange, strange reason, I had the instinct to go into Angry Max mode again. As you can see, being an almost sixteen-year old girl can be a pain in the ryhmes-with-grass sometimes. I know what you're thinking. 'But, when you're sixteen, you're almost a legal adult! You're soooo close to getting your own car!' And so on, so forth! But, what happened next is a good reason to be scared of fifteen-year old girl hormones.

As I was going through my inner turmoil and listing a hundred reasons why I didn't want to become fifteen, I was also (and had no idea, I swear!) that I was staring- no gazing would be a better word-at Fang, seated beside me. I watched him eat and how his luscious lips took in the french fry and how he gulped down some Coke, making his cute Adam's apple move up and down- the same way my stomach did whenever he looked at me... *Woah! Where the heck did that come from?* He'd thrown a new black T-shirt and black jeans before we'd gone to the cafeteria together. His wild, tousled dark hair was windblown from the race we'd had and I had to admit, he looked pretty hot. (surprise, surprise!)

He suddenly turned to face me properly and his lips started moving. He was saying something to me, but I couldn't care less. Instead, I found myself studying his mouth, the way they opened and closely so smoothly- you'd be lucky to even catch a word. He kept saying the same word, I started to wonder what was wrong with him.

But, heck no! There wasn't anything wrong with him. There was something wrong with, wait for it- ME! I couldn't hear a thing! Not even the busy fumbling of the camp cafeteria. This was my ultimate WTF situation.

All of a sudden, I heard Fang calling someone's name. My name. He sounded concerned and amused at the same time.

''Max? Max, you okay?''

I gulped and blinked a couple of times. ''Uh... yeah.'' I replied, a bit dazed. I swear my eyes threatened to close and never open again- which, frankly was okay by me. My cheeks and forehead started to feel hot, but not from a blush. Suddenly, I didn't feel like eating anymore because I'd lost my appetite.

''Max?'' Fang's voice started to grow more into worry.

I looked at him. ''Yeah?''

''You're a bit green. You sure you're okay?''

''Yeah.''

He looked exasperated. ''And suddenly, 'yeah' is her favourite word.'' he mumbled and Iggy snorted.

Despite my feverish-ness, I managed to smile. ''Yeah.'' I muttered, just to annoy him.

Fang rolled his eyes, good-naturedly yet he still looked worried. Was I that bad? Surely, no. It was probably because I'd drank waay too much Gingerale. Everyone's eyes were on me, but when I'd said I was fine, they went to back to chatting. Out of the blue, Fang reached out and brushed my cheek, lightly. ''Green is totally your colour,'' he murmured, so only I could hear. ''But, if you ask me, I prefer red.''

Well, you got what you wanted Fang! I was instantly turning red and to my horror, to prove his point, Fang smirked. Why that little... I tried to ignore the way my cheek was bursting into warm flames where his fingers had touched. But they weren't bad flames, just the good ones. The ones that send happy chills through your whole body and take away the fact that you might have a fever. He then leaned back into his chair with a ghost smile. I hope you're happy... After that, I tried to act casual. But try acting casual when a guy like Fang does what he just did and when you realize you might have a fever!

Thankfully, Nudge's too-ready mouth saved me from future embarassments. I watched her lips trying to catch every word coming out. It was one of my new challenges. What? It was pretty hard! Her tone changed every ten seconds, as did her topic. First it was about how dinner was fabulous. Then, about how staaaarry the night looked and how preeeetty everthing was. How did she connect to everything in under a minute? Her friend, Angel certainly had no trouble. Every now and then, she would leave in a small detail of what Nudge missed. Which was exceedingly rare since tonight, the Nudge Channel was turned on to the limit.

''Uugh! We get it Nudge!'' Iggy complained and slapped a hand over Nudge's mouth.

It was pretty hilarious when Nudge brought down her teeth and an earsplitting shriek came out from Iggy mouth. We all burst out laughing, while Fang showed off his funny, lopsided smile.

We were all squished in one of the camp's dinner tables. Me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Angel and her older brother, Gazzy. Apparently, earlier that night, my knowledge-starved brain made the mistake of asking why Angel's brother's name was Gazzy or the Gasman. He demonstrated his (I refuse to call it skill) uuh, ability to well, like his name suggested, pass gas. I shuddered at the memory.

A/N : I wanted to write a flashback here- when Max met Gasman, but then I wanted to keep the chapter, strictly FAX. Sorry ^ ^


The night passed pretty smoothly although, I was still feeling groggy. I probably should've told Fang or Alex that I might have a fever, but being the brilliant girl that I totally am I shut up. Me, Fang, Iggy and some other older campers were helping to clean up.

''Hey, Max!''

I groaned and turned, only to face Dylan. He was a few feet away and was frantically waving. I didn't want to be rude *scoffs* so I waved back, but with no enthusiasm. Dylan, always the perky chipmunk, didn't notice and walked over to me.

''Dinner was good, huh?'' he asked, smiling. But, he'd said it as if he'd taken me out to dinner. Not a pretty sight.

I nodded, wordlessly and out of the corner of my eye, saw Fang. I must've looked pretty miserable because he grinned, slightly and strode next to me.

''What's up?'' Fang said, but I could tell he detested Dylan too. Gee, I wonder why?

''Nothin'. Max here was in volleyball today.'' Dylan replied lamely.

Fang nodded and I laughed. ''Not that I was any good!''

''You kidding me? You were amazing!''

''Uum, thanks.'' I muttered but it came out more like a question and Dylan looked surprised. If he wasn't getting the clue already, you would know that he wasn't exactly the bright type.

We stood there, awkwardly waiting for a good conversation to come up and I felt like blurting out ''Cricket, cricket.'' After he saw no hope in continuing this interesting conversation, Dylan left and muttered a 'bye' that was clearly for me. The second he was out of earshot, Fang looked at me, his onyx eyes glittering, wierdly.

''Well aren't you the charmer?'' he snapped, a little too harsh for my liking.

I looked at him, confused, but he just rolled his eyes.

''Never mind.''

He started to turn on his heel and I reached out for his shoulder, a bit hurt.

''Fa-'' I started to say, but without warning, my knees gave out and my eyes rolled back inside my heard. I heard a hard thump! Then, stupidly realized it was me. I'd fainted! God, this is sooo embarassing. Maximum Ride never faints! God, kill me now.

''Max!'' Fang's voice hovered over me and he sounded terrified. ''She passed out! Quick, I'll just take her back to her cabin. She looked a bit green during dinner anyway.''

The next thing I knew, a strong pair of arms gathered around me and I was pulled to a hard, lean chest. The familar woodsy scent that surrounded Fang was soo alluring and it drew me right in to sleep. Without thinking, I buried my head under Fang's chin, calmed by his breathing. Wow, even his breathing was hot!

''Max? You okay? Can you hear me?'' I could make out Fang's voice, but it was really distant. He was whispering in my ear, softly, but with worry and I almost sighed in pleasure. *Woah, Max. Dizziness taking hold of you?*

I moaned slightly, in response. He sighed in relief and the last thing I heard was his soft chuckling.


AAWW! Now isn't that sweet?

LOOL, so next chapter is, no doubt, gonna be waay more FAX, I promise. And just to prove that I'm not lying, I'll give you guys a hint on what it's about. Let's just say that instead of Fang taking Max to her cabin, he takes her somewhere else... And when she wakes up from her coma or whatever she had, she hears a soft guitar playing and for you dumbots out there, yes, Fang is playing the guitar. MUAHAHA! That's all Imma give you guys (:

But, I'm wondering what song he's gonna sing her and I'm drawing an utter blank. And that's where you guys come in. If you have a great FAX-y song in mind, please post it in your review. I'd be more than glad to listen to it and see whether it's fit for Fang. THANKS!

REVIEWS!

:) You smiled at the FAX-y parts, like I did.

): You frowned when I threw Dylan in there.

:D You laughed at how Max was all shocked when Fang just touched her cheek... And said that he loved it when she blushed...

D: Booo! You suuck! *C'mon, guys! Make me laugh!*

^.^ You giggled when Nudge bit Igster's hand.

3FAX3 You have a good song in mind for the next chapter, when Fang's gonna sing to Max...

-MRforever44