GIIMT

Tank: Huh?

Me: God is in my tacos.

Tank: Again: Huh?

Me: * sigh * Well, we had guided meditation in religion Friday, and Ms. Lucy asked when was the last time you felt close to God? What were you thinking? How did you feel? And remember, God is with you. So, I thought, "Well, I was thinking about food, I was feeling hungry and wait – God is in my tacos? So, God is in my tacos was born!

J.P: o.O Weirdo.

Me: I know I am, but what are you?

J.P: Uh . . .

Me: Mwahahahahahaha!

Tank: Will you just go on with writing and not evil laughing?

Me: Fine. Anyhow, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. My baby has a virus and guess what that means? No updating for me! Right now, I'm using the home computer which irritates the Hell outta me because it's so damn slow. I'm gonna take all this anger out on my keyboard. ! Ah, much better.

Disclaimer, not claimer. Get your facts straight!: I don't own Maximum Ride. Nor do I own Fang.

Fang: * pops outta nowhere * Damn straight you don't own me.

Me: Yeah, you're right. Max does!

Fang: Psh. Woman, please.

Max: * Pops outta nowhere * FANG! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE FLOCK YOU LYING SON OF A #$$%!

Fang: * Eyes wide in fear * It's Maxzilla! Run for your lives! * Adios, Fang *

Max: * turns to me * Anywho, thanks for returning him.

Me: No problemo. See ya around, Maxie! * waves *

Max: Bye, Sanity! * poof! *

JP: Why are my characters appearing here? And why are they acting as if they know you . . .

Me: It all happened a long time ago –

Tank: In a galaxy far, far away from here.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, be-crack! Shit. That's the sound of a broken alarm clock if you didn't pick up on that. I groggily got out of bed and walked over to my closet. I picked random pieces of clothing and put them on. I really looked in the mirror for the first time since I was six years old. And let me tell ya, the sixteen year old body and the six year old one are two completely different things.

I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a red shirt that said forget princess, I want to be a vampire with a black leather jacket over it. I stuffed my feet into black boots that had sliver buckles going up to my knees. I looked in the mirror at my hair and face. My cheekbones were more defined, and nothing like the round baby face I had when I was six. My hair had grown to dirty blond with lighter blond streaks, with a few copper colored strands sewn into it. I was curved and had a chest. I hadn't really looked in the mirror for ten years because I was afraid of what I'd see. I know, I know. Me? Afraid? Savor it, because it won't happen again. I was afraid of seeing Jeb in me, or see the scars he had made.

I sighed and walked out of my room and went down stairs. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the island.

"Morning, Max," Dr. M said tenderly.

I smiled at her. "Morning . . . Mom." (A/N: I just had to do that. Remember, Max is opening up.)

Dr.-Mom's eyes held tears of joy, and that made me all proud of myself for making her happy.

"Someones sure in a good mood today," Ella said.

Iggy turned from his place sitting next to me on the island and made kissy faces.

"Iggy," I said, "you look like a fish." He stopped his kissy faces as Ella and Nudge giggled. Mom shook her head, but chuckled a little, too. Iggy was blushing a little bit.

"She's right, ya know," a voice said behind me and I jumped. How the Hell does he do that?

I turned to face Fang. "Hey, Fang."

He swooped down and pecked me on the lips, making me smile. "Mornin, love."

Fang took the seat to my right, I turned back to my toast (trying to cover that damned blush) and stuffed a piece into my mouth, just as the girls chorused, "Awww."

I rolled my eyes and looked at my watch. "Shit, we gotta got." I stuffed the other piece of toast into my mouth and ran into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth. I jogged to the living room and grabbed my messenger bag. I walked into the garage and into my beautiful car. I put the key and she purred to life. The garage door opened, and I hit the gas all the way down. I sped out of the garage and onto the road.

About two minutes later, I was at the school. I slowed down and pulled into the parking lot. Eyes followed me. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car, just as Fang got out of his. I took a step towards him, kissed his cheek, and grabbed his hand. Mouths practically hit the ground and I laughed. Fang smirked. We walked passed Sam, and he was fuming. I guess he thought all that flirting he had been doing was starting to work. Ha! That made me laugh.

As we were making our way to my locker, Lissa stepped in front of us and said, "You bitch! You stole my boyfriend."

I raised an eyebrow at Fang and he shrugged.

"Lissa, dear, a bitch is a dog, a dog barks. Bark is a tree, and a tree is part of nature and nature is beautiful. So, yeah. I know I'm beautiful but it's nice to hear it sometimes," I said. She was as red as her hair. I looked at what she was wearing. A mini skirt, and a v-neck top so tight it must have been hard to breath. "Oh, and Lissa – life isn't a garden, so stop being a hoe." The hall burst into laughter and even Fang smirked a little bit. She let out an earsplitting shriek and I temporarily lost my hearing. She stormed off, her posse not far behind her

I continued down the hall to my locker and when we got there Fang leaned against the one next to me. I rummaged in mine, occasionally putting something in my messenger bag. "So. You and Lissa."

Fang sighed. "I went on a date with her. Once . . . in eighth grade."

"Oh." Damn, aren't I a genius with words? I have a feeling if you look up "literary genius" in the dictionary, you'll see my picture next to it. But then under that there'll probably be the words "see crazy".

The warning bell rang and I sighed. I closed my locker and made my way down to English class.

When we got there, a man who reminded me of a big box stood behind the desk. (A/N: The first person who can guess who this is will win nothing! But seriously, guess.) He had a square head, a square body, even his hands seemed to be square shaped. His skin was so pale it almost seemed transparent, and you could see veins where there was skin showing. His eyes were this dull green that reminded me of stuff I saw on CSI when they looked at the dead guy's almost digested food. His lips seemed set into a permanent scowl because he scowl had lines spreading across his mouth area (yeah, I know things about how people look. Got a problem with it?). He didn't have any hair at all, and that just added to his ugliness. I know its mean, but even the nicest person alive would have said he was ugly as Hell.

I sat down at my desk in the front of the class and asked, "Who are you?"

He said in an almost robotic voice, "I am your substitute teacher."

"Ya don't say? I meant what's you name, Sherlock."

Snickers spread through the class and Mr. Box blushed this color that reminded me of plum pudding.

"My name is unimportant (A/N: Ha! You actually thought I'd give you his name, didn't you?). You'll be working on a worksheet today."

I held in a groan. That meant no zoning out for me today! Darn. Mr. Box handed out a worksheet and I started to answer the questions. I was pretty smart, I guess. I had all honors classes, plus all of these questions were pretty easy. About fifty minutes later of the most boring class in history, the bell rang and I handed in the English worksheet. I had finished halfway through the class and read/listened to my iPod for the rest. I had two passions – reading and music. No, scratch that. Three passions – Reading, music, and Fang. Ah, Fang. Great. Now I'm becoming some lovey-dovey nothings-wrong-with-the-world-teenager. I knew what was wrong with the world. In fact, I had experienced it first hand. And that was what made me feel nothing and hate my life. (A/N: Emo Max! Welcome back, buddy! E.M: Whatever. N.E.M (Not Emo Max): Why so down? E.M: Life's useless. There's no point. N.E.M: No it's not! Now you have Fang! E.M: You're right! I'm no longer Emo! Let's have a party! So, P.E.M (Previously Emo Max) and N.E.M partied all night long. Then, they got into a cat fight over Fang. Meanwhile, Fang and I watch this in amusement while drinking some root beer and eating desert rat. Fang: How bout them Lakers? Me: Huh? (completely clueless about anything that involves sports.) Fang: * facepalm *)

Next class: Math! Bleh. I decided to skip. But Fang would be a problem. We have all the same classes together, and now that we're "together" he'll stick to my side at all times. Eh. I'll just have to convince him to go with me.

I started to walk towards the exit but Fang caught my hand. "Where are you going?"

"Ditching," I said and continued to try to get free. My feet dragged across the floor in a motionless walk. Damn, he's strong.

"Max." He used a warning tone.

"Yes, Fang?" I asked. I, being the queen of masking my face, put on an innocent expression. I turned to him. If I was the queen, then Fang was a freaking God. His face held no emotion, and you had to look deep into his eyes to see what he was feeling. He wasn't angry, nor mad. He was actually kind of . . . amused.

"Do I need to tell you?"

I pouted. "C'mon, Fang. It's not that big of a deal. We'll just borrow Iggy's notes later." (A/N: I know Max is a little OOC, but this is my story. Deal.)

He hesitated, and before he could say anything I smiled and said, "C'mon."

He sighed and walked out of the doors with me. "Where exactly are we going?"

"The play ground," I answered, leading him in the direction of the elementary and middle school buildings. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Smart boy.

"Bet I can beat you to the swings," he challenged a few seconds later.

I didn't give him any time to get a head start. I flew towards the swing set, him close behind me. I whipped out my long legs, reaching farther and farther with each bound. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and Fang put me over his shoulder.

"Fang!" I said between laughs. "Put me down!"

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'.

I crossed my arms. "Then don't you dare fart."

He chuckled. "That's Gazzy's specialty."

"Please put me down." I said the please part because I don't like being handled.

He sighed. "Oh, I guess." He put me on my back on the ground and laid next to me, putting his hands behind his head and lacing his fingers together.

We stared up at the clear, blue sky and I wondered what it would be like if I had real wings. To fly, be able to look down at this small town and just see specks as buildings and people. Too be free.

I turned to look at Fang and started to braid his almost shoulder length hair.

After a minute or two, he said, "Can you please stop that?"

"Stop what?" I asked in all innocence.

Fang POV

I glared at Max. I wasn't really mad. I don't think I could ever be mad at her. Not ever. But I was surprised when she held my glare. No one could do that. Even my parents couldn't do that. And they were blood related.

"Make me," she whispered in my ear, her cool breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Ya know. The good kind.

"Alright," I whispered back. I crashed my lips down on hers, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My arms moved around her waist, still not breaking the kiss. Her lips moved in sync with mine until I ran my tongue along her bottom lip. She froze and I pulled back.

"Max, I-I'm sorry, I didn't-" I started

"Fang, just shut up and kiss me," she said quietly. I smiled and my lips once again found hers. My tongue ran along her bottom lip and she granted me entrance. Our tongues fought for dominance, until she finally gave in. I ran my tongue over her teeth, until we finally pulled apart, gasping for air. I looked up and there were Angel, Nudge, and Ella with their friends standing over us.

"See!" Ella squealed. "I told you they were perfect for each other."

We both glared at them. Max was blushing like crazy, and I had a little one forming on my cheeks.

"Ella," Max said.

"Yeah, Max?" she asked in all perkiness.

"I'm gonna kill you."

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So? Waddya think?

Tank: It was ok, I guess.

Me: * headwall * I know. As long as Kennedy has a virus, my writing might not be as good.

J.P: You named your laptop Kennedy?

Me: Yepperuni!

J.P: Ok. And what was that little scene with the two Maxes?

Me: * shrugs * I decided I wanted to do that. Is that a problem?

J.P: No problem. I was just curious.

Me: Good. Now remember to guess who it is!

R&R?

– Sanity