Metal Flowers! How could you not like FAX? And yes, its gonna be Fax. Almost all of the fanfictions are based off of Fax! Do you like Miggy? Or do you just not like all the mushy stuff? Anyways, thanx 4 the reviews!

"Max! God, am I your personal alarm clock? Don't make me get the bucket!" Nudge yells. I immediately leap out of bed, suddenly wide awake. Nudge grins.

"Time for school."

I groan and she leaves. Not another day of that torture! Now I know what Nudge meant when she said that she really couldn't prepare me for it. Oi.

I yank on light blue, bootcut jeans. Same old, same old. Also, I pull on a red t shirt to go with it. Nudge comes back in and glances disapprovingly at my outfit.

"No way hose. Come with me, Max,"she says and drags me into her room, locking the door with a wicked look on her face. Or maybe I just imagined it.

"Nudge..."I whine. "I don't want to dress up!"

"But you want to make Fang like you, right? Get dressed," she says, shoving some clothes into my arms.

"In front of you?" I ask incredulously. She rolls her eyes.

"Don't be such a baby. Do it!"

Gosh, lady. Don't explode or anything. I pull off my clothes, ignoring Nudge's gasp when she sees my wings for the second time. I wrestle into the light blue super skinny jeans she gave me.

Then I pull on a long sleeved, fashionable red blouse. Nudge hands me black flats, and I put those on too, grumbling.

"Make-up Time!" Nudge yells, and all of a sudden, I find myself tied to a chair.

"Nudge! No makeup!"

"Oh stop struggling, Max! Do you want eyeliner all over your face?"she asks, annoyed. I immediately stop moving. Some people.

After she does my makeup, she moves on to my wavy hair. First, she straightens it all out. Then she curls the bottom half and piles it all up on top of my head with clips and pins. When she spins me around to look in the mirror, I can't help but gasp. I look...pretty.

I have barely any makeup on. Eyeliner and lip gloss. My hair looks like something out of a fashion magazine, and the color of my shirt makes my whole face look considerably brighter.

Nudge unties me. She's wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a pink (ew) shirt. Her hair is falling all around her shoulders. I sag visibly. She looks so much prettier than me.

"Nudge, we have five more..." Fangs voice trails into nothing as he opens the door and stares at me. Nudge giggles.

"Wow, Max..You look great,"he says. Then he jerks his head out of the doorway and walks off.

"He didn't like it..." I say sadly. Nudge snorts.

"Are you kidding? You look great! He was probably just embarassed," she says reassuringly. I'm not really convinced.

We leap out of the door like yesterday, our legs moving at the same pace as we launch ourselves at the bus and slam into seats right before it drives off.

Is being late going to become an everyday thing? I really hope not.

Nudge rambles about trees and fruit juice as we drive to school. I know, totally random. But its Nudge. I've come to expect it.

We get to school, and everyone stares at me as we walk past. They were probably thinking, Maximum Ride? Dressed up? I think I need to get my vision checked.

I got to science to see a certain red haired someone sitting in my seat, flirting with Fang. I walk up to her and growl,

"Outa my seat, Lissa. I am not in the mood."

She snarls, but gets out of my seat. All the boys stare at me wantingly. Its making me want to puke, to tell you the truth. Fang glares at all of them until they look away.

'Thank you,' I mouth to him. He shrugs.

'No Problem,' he mouths back.

"Miss Ride, Where were you yesterday," asks Mr. Stewart. He's pretty much the only teacher I know, since yesterday was my first day, and I ditched in the middle of his class.

"Ditching," I say sweetly, and everyone looks at my like I'm crazy. Mr. Stewart narrows his eyes at me.

"Really? Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind a trip to the principals office, eh Maximum?" he says venomously. I stand up.

"Not at all," I declare confidently, and march out of the room. Free ticket out of school! Whoo!

"That was crafty," says a deep voice behind me. I turn to see Fang with an approving look on his face.

"How'd you escape?" I ask, smiling.

"I told them I would make sure you didn't ditch," he says, smirking.

"Which, of course, means you're going to ditch with me," I finish for him. He nods.

And that means I'm spending the whole day with Fang.

So now what?