Sorry it took me longer than usual to update, but there is an author's note at the bottom that explains. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. It just explains why it took me so long to update and why my updates won't be as frequent. With that aside, Enjoy and Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride

FPOV

She blew up the wall. It's night time right now and I'm still not over the fact that she blew up the ten foot wall and ordered pizza. I couldn't say that I wasn't impressed… I would bet good money on Max planning this whole scheme the second she got here.

I looked up at the sky and frowned when I saw that it was cloudy. No star or even the moon was in sight. Now what am I suppose to do all night?

Stuffing my hands in my pocket, I walked toward the faculty lounge, hoping that there were left-over donuts from the meeting today.

I turned the knob and was more or less surprised to see Max. She was in her pajama shorts and a sleeping t-shirt. She held up the bowl of popcorn in her hand and smiled innocently at me, "Popcorn?"

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, getting straight to the point and crossing my arms over my chest in the 'no non-sense' gesture.

She shrugged and plopped down on the couch in front of the flat screen TV, "Couldn't sleep," she replied over her shoulder.

I walked around the couch and sat on the opposite end of the couch. "What's your excuse?" Max asked me, not taking her eyes off the TV.

"Can't sleep," I answered with a shrug. The screen lit up and the movie started, "What are you watching?" I asked out of curiosity.

"We," Max emphasized, "are going to watch Fight Club."

Max stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. I was glad that the room was dark so she couldn't see the smirk forming on my face. I don't know if it was because she said 'we' or because she looked like a little kid with popcorn in her mouth.

"Who said I was sticking around?" I challenged her.

She looked at me and raised one eyebrow, "You got something else better to do?"

I looked at the door then back at Max's satisfied smirk. Well, she had me there. I had nowhere else to go and sitting next to Max wasn't such a bad idea.

I shrugged one shoulder and took a huge handful of popcorn. Max's eyes widen at the significant less amount of popcorn in her bowl and glared at me. "I thought we were sharing," I said, emphasizing the 'we' like she had.

"I didn't know I was sharing with a bottomless pit," she replied.

Just to add to her frustration, I shrugged.

I was rewarded when she huffed and turned her stubborn eyes to the TV.

We sat in silence, just watching the movie when Max decided to break it, "Why don't you ever sleep?"

It was such an innocent question, but the idea of me telling Max about my life made me stiff. I sat up and kept my eyes trained on the screen.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Max sensed my discomfort. She turned toward me, completely ignoring the movie now, and sat crossed legged to study me. "What's wrong, Fang?" she asked slowly.

I turned my head slightly and took in her confused expression. "Nothing," I answered shortly and indifferently. My calm mask immediately came up and covered the discomfort I was feeling.

She crossed her arms over her chest and got that stubborn look on her face. "I told you about my life, now it's your turn," she reasoned.

I'm not one to gush about my feelings and the idea of me spilling my guts to Max was horrifying. "You ask a question then I'll ask a question," I bargained.

Max thought this through and nodded, "Deal." She situated herself on the couch in a comfortable position before looking at me expectantly.

I turned toward Max and draped my arm along the back of the couch, movie forgotten, "You go first."

"Why can't you sleep?" she asked right off the bat.

"Not tired. Why else wouldn't I sleep?" I with a 'duh' look on my face.

Max took the pillow from behind her and smacked me on the stomach, "Serious answers," she said.

I let out a defeated sigh and looked at the screen without seeing it, "When I was little, the general told me that dreamers are failures. Ever since then, I wasn't able to sleep." Saying it out loud made me feel weak, which I wasn't. It sounds ridiculous that his one comment altered my life and that's what I was most ashamed of.

After a long silence Max said, "Screw him," I snapped my head to look at Max. "Your turn," she said acting like it was no big deal.

I couldn't help the crooked smile that formed on my face. It felt weird and out of place, but it felt good to finally tell someone.

"What are you going to do when you turn eighteen?" I asked. I knew for a fact she won't be going to anymore boot camps after her next birthday. She would be free of her parents' control and God knows what kind of damage she is capable of. Max looked like someone with a plan once she was free of her parents.

Max got a dreamy look on her face before she said, "I'm going to travel to Europe. I don't know where, but I figured I'd start with France."

Max caught the smirk on my face and hit me with the pillow again, "Don't do that smirk thing of yours. I am! I have it all planned out. I've saved enough money and my parents won't be able to tell me otherwise…" she rambled on about all the details.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, I was filled with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Max will leave and I'll be stuck here. Here, the only thing I know with no knowledge of the outside world. She'll see sites and I'll see guns. It was all very unsettling.

"Yo, Fang," Max waved her hand in front of my face.

I shook my head once to clear it of my previous thought process. "Yeah?" I asked, my full attention on Max.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" she asked.

"The opportunity hasn't presented itself, no," I replied coolly. After I've trained Max to the general's satisfaction, I will be shipped to the army where there more likely be opportunities where I will not hesitate. It's a little morbid to think about, but that's how I was trained.

Max nodded her head thoughtfully for a second then said, "Your turn."

I thought of a question, but found there was nothing I wanted to ask her. After a while I asked, "Why this movie?"

She shrugged, "It's an oldie, but a goody."

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Really? I don't mind the movie selection, but 'it's an oldie, but a goody'? Odd choice of words.

She took her pillow and hit me again, "No judgment or I'll be forced to release the wrath of the Flaming Chicken Butt on you," she threatened.

My eyes widened a fraction of a millimeter in fear. Fear over the thought of Lissa coming anywhere near me or fear over the fact that I knew Max was referring to Lissa, I didn't know.

"My turn," Max announced. "Why didn't you hit me in the face?"

Max must have sensed my confusion because she explained, "When we were boxing, you hit everywhere except my most vulnerable spot."

I froze. I didn't even realized I hadn't hit her face. What I should've done is hit her in the eye first and create a blind spot for me to sneak in a couple of punches. I thought about this and settled with an , "I don't know."

Max was about to object when I pointed at the black screen, "Movie's over.". She stood up and popped another movie in. Within seconds she was sitting on the couch again.

The movie started playing, "Donnie Darko," Max whispered as the movie started playing.

This time, we sat through the whole movie without a word. Our game of questions was forgotten once the movie had stared. Soon, the end credits came up as I stretched my arms above my head.

I looked over to see Max was out. No wonder it was quiet…

Her head was resting on the armrest with her hands under her head, acting like a pillow. Her breathing was deep and slow.

I stood up, turned the TV off, and kneeled in front of a sleeping Max. "Max," I whispered as I shook her shoulder lightly.

She mumbled something unintelligible and furrowed her brows a second before falling back to sleep. "Max," I said in a normal voice as I shook her shoulder with a little more force.

Once again, she mumbled something unintelligible and fell back asleep. I couldn't have her sleep in here and let her be found by some drill sergeant in the morning. Although I'm sure Max would be able to find her way out of the punishment.

Sighing to myself, I effortlessly picked her up bridal style and carefully walked out the door. She didn't even stir as I walked into the girl's dorm building. Man, she sleeps like a rock.

I stopped in front of her room only to realize that I didn't have a key. I rolled my eyes at my thoughtlessness and kicked the door lightly.

No answer. I kicked again with the same results.

I looked down at Max and saw that she had her head resting on my chest and a ghost of a smile on her lips.

I kicked again only to hear the sound of my kicking echo through the hall. Giving up, I walked to my dorm room. At least someone will get some use out of my bed because God knows I never use it.

I skillfully opened my door to my room and walked in. I closed my door with my heel and started toward my bed.

Gently, I laid Max down. She instantly curled up into a ball at the edge of my bed and continued to sleep. I grabbed the blanket and draped it over her small frame after I slipped off her shoes.

For someone who is so sarcastic and tough, she looked pretty peaceful when she slept. If only she could be like that when she's awake. One can only hope.

I looked at my clock to see that it was two in the morning. Max will be getting up in five hours so I might as well stick around just in case she wakes up. Don't want a freaked out Max when she wakes up not knowing where she is.

Quietly, I climbed onto the bed on the opposite side. I put as much distance as I could between us. To get comfortable, I crossed my ankles and folded my arms above my head. To pass the time, I stared up at the shadows that were casted onto the ceiling.

I listened to the sound of Max's quiet breathing as it filled the room. The sound was rhythmic yet soothing.

The general's request for me to whip Max into shape is becoming more difficult with every passing day. All I had to do was bring out the peaceful, sleeping Max for him to see, but it's proved to be more of a challenge than I had thought.

I was about to get up and walk around again when I heard Max shifting next to me. I turned my head slightly to look at her curled up form, "Max?" I whispered, checking to see if she's awake.

Max let out a sigh before rolling over to my side of the bed. Her head rested on my chest and one of her hands lightly gripped my shirt.

Well, this is different.

This is probably every guy's wet dream. Having a beautiful…an okay looking girl in your bed and laying her head on your chest. Me? I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in panic.

I didn't know what to do so I slowly brought my arms from behind my head and wrapped my arms around Max. She unconsciously snuggled closer so I wrapped my arms tighter around her. I uncrossed my ankles as Max scooted closer in search of body heat.

"Fang," Max voice split through the dark room. My name actually passed through her pink lips.

I looked down to see her still sleeping. So Max was dreaming about me? I don't know whether to be pleased or worried. Pleased that she is dreaming about me or worried about what role I may play in her dream.

I laid there with Max secure in my arms as I felt my eyelids getting heavy. As my eyelids drifted shut, I was vaguely aware that for the first time, I was actually going to get a good night's rest.

MPOV

Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Thwak!

I squinted my eyes to read those merciless numbers. 6:00 a.m. I groaned once before closing my eyes again. Five more minutes…

Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep!

That could not have been five minutes. That felt like a minute at the most. I was about to hit the snooze button again with as much force as possible when someone beat me to it.

A tan arm, definitely male, reached out from behind me and pressed the snooze button once before returning to its position on my waist. It wasn't till that arm was positioned on my hip did I realize that I wasn't alone.

My senses were on hyperaware. I felt the warm breath on the back of my neck. I was conscious of the warm legs that were tangled with mine under the blanket. I was aware of the hard arms that latched onto my waist and secured me to an unknown heat source. The fingers that had tapped the snooze button was now rubbing the little skin exposed by my hip.

I looked behind me to see Fang, of all people. His eyes were still shut and his nose slightly flared as he breathed in and out. His hair had fallen in front of his face to cover one eye. Even when he's sleeping he looks mysterious.

I should have been furious that Fang was this close to me or at the very least annoyed, but I couldn't find it in me to be mad.

Slowly, I slipped out of his arms and immediately missed the warmth once my feet touched the cold floor. I tip toed toward the door to make my escape.

I reached the door and slowly turned the knob. Peeking over my shoulder, I saw that Fang hadn't even stirred. He was still laying on his side when a smile crept onto my face. It was hard to believe that not a minute ago I was asleep in his arms.

I shook my head to banish the thought. It was all a mistake that will never happen again. He is Fang and I am Max. There is no 'us' or 'we'.

Sighing to myself, I slipped into the hallway and strode toward my room.

I reached up and took the spare key from on top of the door frame. I unlocked the door and closed it quietly just in case Nudge was sleeping. I rested my back against the door and let out a sigh as my eyes settled on a sleeping Nudge. Hopefully she didn't wake at all last night to notice my absence in the bed across from her.

Crossing the room, I plopped down onto my bed and waited for Nudge to 'wake me up'.

Five minutes have passed as I continued to stare up at the ceiling. Had last night really happened? Did I seriously wake up in Fang's arms? And why did I want to wake up like that every day?

As I was pondering those thoughts in my head, a strong knock came at the door. Who could be up and knocking at our door this early?

I got up from my bed and stood in front of the door. I turned the brass knob and opened to reveal…

Jeb.

"Good morning, Max. Pack your bags. It's time to go home," he said with an evil grin that made my stomach turn.

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Important Author Note! (You don't have to read it if you don't want to)

Ok, so I hate it when authors dedicate a whole chapter to say that they won't be able to update. That said, I won't be able to update for a while, but I wrote a whole chapter to soften the blow. I'm sorry if it felt rushed, but I wanted to write a chapter with the authors note.

There was a tornado that hit close to my house. Half of the roof was torn off and water started to leak into my room as well as other rooms. The gas pipes are all twisted so we can't use the heat in fear that there might be a leak. It wasn't as bad as some other houses whose whole house was destroyed, but my family and I are unable to live there.

My family and I are currently living at my grandparents' house and it tends to get crowded. So it might take me awhile to update since I should really need to try to focus on my family because of our situation. I have four sisters and one brother and my dad is a single parent. My mom passed away when I was ten and my dad never remarried. So not being able to live in our house really sucks.

So I'm sorry if anyone is disappointed, but I will try my best to update as much as possible.

Peace Out!