AN: Well. I'm soooo glad school has started because now I barely have time to update what with homework, music lessons, babysitting, play rehearsals, and oh yeah, trying to have a social life. Even if I wanted one, I don't think I'd be able to fit a boyfriend into the schedule. Just as well . . . *sigh* Well, this one is . . . I don't know what this one is. I just kinda let my fingers type. Also, keep those who were affected by the 9/11 crashes in your thoughts today. I was only like seven when it happened, but still. Whew. Longest author's notes EVER. I'll go write it on the calander. Enjoy!
SONG OF THE UPDATE: Secrets by One Republic. I love this song. I love the whole alternative/rock thing about it. It's the song that plays in the Pretty Little Liars commercials. (Don't even get me started on that show. It's like, take the drama of Secret Life, add in six people but like twenty relationships, stir, and let ferment. Ugh, but it's so addicting.)
"So, Ig, when you gonna cook these potatoes?"
"Um . . . I was kinda content just sitting here, enjoying the sunlight."
"We're in the middle of freaking nowhere. We're lucky I could fly 100 miles to a grocery store and buy some food. And you think you can just sit here and enjoy the SUNLIGHT?"
"Why yes. Yes I do."
"And why is that?"
"Because anything worth doing is worth doing slowly. And without haste."
"We're all starving!"
"Are you really speaking on behalf of the whole flock, or is this just you telling me you're hungry?"
"Um. It's all of us. You wouldn't know if they were around or not."
"Au contraire, Maximum. I only hear two people breathing. You and me. No flock."
"Okay fine. But I bet you anything the others are hungry too."
"We're always hungry."
"Yeah, but I'm starving now!"
"Oh, starving you are?"
"Yes, Yoda, now hurry up and bake these things."
"You mean you don't know how?"
"Don't give me that sarcasm, you know I can't cook worth crap."
"You bought aluminium foil, correct?"
"Yes . . ."
"Wrap the potatoes in foil. Put in fire. Wait until you smell burning metal. Take them out. Simple as that."
"It may sound simple to you, but-"
"Incredibly challenging to the great Maximum Ride, leader of us all?"
"I . . . I just meant that . . ."
"I'm waaaaiting!"
"YES okay? It's hard! So just cook my d!# potatoes!"
"Fine, Max. Fine."
". . ."
". . ."
"There, see? Did that really look so hard?"
"Gee, I wouldn't know. And you're in no state to tease, Miss Ride."
"I . . . Sorry, Ig."
"S'okay."
"So how long are these going to take?"
"Hmmm, bout forty-five minutes, give or take."
"Forty-five?"
"What, you didn't get any other nutritional supplement at the store?"
"I got a little butter and some cheese for the potatoes."
"Ah. Of course you did."
"Shut up! You couldn't have done any better!"
"I think I could."
". . ."
". . ."
"Okay, so maybe you could. Why can't you just let me be angry in peace?"
"Isn't that kind of contradicting?"
"IGGY!"
"Okay, fine. Sorry. Geez, PMS much?"
" . . ."
". . ."
"When are those taters done?"
"It's been five minutes."
"What did I say about letting me stew in silence?"
". . ."
"Well?"
"I was simply complying to your wishes."
"Oh."
". . ."
"How long is this going to take?"
"Max, Max, Max. Don't you remember the wisdom I imparted to you?"
"No. Actually, I never remember any wisdom coming from you."
"Ha. You are secretly funny, my friend."
"Thank you. I try."
"I told you that anything worth doing is worth doing slowly. Have patience. Enjoy the sunlight."
"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll be more patient."
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
"Seriously! It's like watching grass grow!"
"Anything worth doing is worth doing-"
"Shut up!"
AN: Wow. I really should think about stuff before I write it. Oh well.