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Disclaimer: James Patterson owns Maximum Ride and all his characters, not me. (Though I so wish I did)
"Max! Max!! Where are you?" I heard, awakening from my slumber. I blinked and looked around. It was mid-morning, and the sun was blinding through the window. To my right, I saw a familiar face. Fang had his brown eyes shut, and he looked calm and peaceful in his sleep. His eye twitched, and footsteps sounded through the door. He blinked, and his chocolate eyes fluttered open. I diverted my gaze, and then the door burst open. "Max! Are you in-" Nudge slammed in, making both me and Fang jump and turn towards the door. "Here." She finished, embarrassed at barging in. "Um… Iggy is making breakfast… and he's wondering how you want your eggs…" she mumbled, staring at her feet. I swung my legs off my bed and stood up, stretching my sore muscles. Fang did the same a few seconds after me.
"Tell Ig we'll be down in a minute." I said, and Nudge nodded and ran downstairs. I looked at Fang, and saw a flicker of a smile. I gave him a quizzical look, and he just shook his head. Huh. Weirdo. My clothes were wrinkled, and I went over to get new ones from my dresser. I took out a T-shirt and my favorite jeans, and turned to see Fang still standing there. "Um, can you, kind of… leave? 'Cuz I need to change…"
"Embarrassed about a boy in your room when you're changing? That doesn't seem very leaderly." He said, his eyebrows high.
"It has nothing to do with being leaderly, Fang. Now get out." I told him. He just smirked.
"Nope." He popped the p and dragged out the o, while smirking in a way that made me want to wipe it right off his face. I scowled, and he only smirked larger.
"Fine then. Turn around. And if you peek, I will kill you." I sneered, and he full on smiled now.
"Now, Max, that's not nice. That could be considered harassment." He's such a smartass. I glared at him.
"So could you not leaving my room. You know, I could yell rape right now and you would be responsible. I could totally hold it against you. Now either turn around, or leave." Now it was my turn to smirk, as he scowled and surrendered, turning his back to me. As fast as I could I stripped off my shirt and replaced it with the other non-wrinkled one. No sign of him turning around. Yet. I unbuttoned my pants, and saw his head twitch and start to turn. "Fang…" I sneered, in such a stone cold tone that he stood rim-rod strait and stared at the wall. The pants fell to my ankles, and as I tried to work my foot out of one leg my toe caught, and I lost my balance. I tried to put my arms out and not fall, but the pants in my hand threw me off. "Oh-whoa!" I squeaked, and fell to the floor. "Oof!" the air was knocked out of my chest, and Fang spun around, despite my efforts, and I saw his eyes go wide. Imagine this: a 16-year old girl, on the ground in her underwear, eyes wide, her feet tangled in a pair of wrinkled jeans and another pair in her hand. Fang couldn't keep his eyes off of me; or rather, my butt. In only underwear and a T-shirt, it was the least clothes he had ever seen me in. He started laughing. Like, almost crying he was laughing so hard. I scowled again, then sat up and yanked the jeans off my feet. "Turn around, Fang, or you're dead!" I told him, and he turned back to the wall, doubling over. I jumped up and pulled my other pants on, then zipped them up and went over to Fang.
I bent down to his eye level and he tried to stop as I looked him in the eye with a strait expression.
"Something funny, Fang?" I said, my tone as sweet as I could manage. He smothered his laughter in his arm, and shook his head. He stood straight and bit his lip to look me in the eye. I raised my eyebrows as if to say "Go on."
"Um- well…" he cleared his throat, and I turned away from him to the door. I took two strides and grabbed the handle, when a rough warm hand caught my shoulder to turn me around. Fang's face was sullen now, and he looked me in the eyes with no emotion. I crossed my arms over my chest, expecting a good explanation. "Come on. It's nothing. You're just overreacting." I sighed. I wasn't going to get a good answer out of him.
"Whatever." I walked out the door before he could stop me and ran down to the kitchen, him on my heels.
"Ahh! Iggy!" Nudge shrieked. I jumped down the last two steps and around the corner, skidding into the kitchen. Iggy was doubled over laughing; Nudge had her mouth and eyes wide open, and a patch of eggs dripping down her nose. She looked shocked, to say the least, and most likely she was about to kill somebody. Iggy in particular, who was crying on the ground he was laughing so hard.
"What happened?!" I asked and couldn't help starting to laugh a little. Nudge's face was hilarious. Now she looked murderous, which only made me laugh harder. I even heard Fang chuckle.
"Iggy, you're dead." She said, and the calm manner just made it even more deadly. Iggy's eyes got wide, but he couldn't stop laughing. He tried to roll out of the kitchen and stand up, but he managed about a foot before Nudge pounced on him. She straddled his chest and pinned his shoulders down with her knees, her hands in fists.
"Nudge! Calm down!" Fang said, trying to save Iggy. But Nudge started slapping him across the face before we could pull her off him. I could hear her hand going back and forth across his face, leaving his cheeks burning red. Fang grabbed her arms, and I had to pry her hands off of Iggy's shirt as she tried desperately to slap him more.
Iggy groaned. "Nudge! God, you can slap! Damn." He told her, and she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away. She still had some egg in her hair, but most had fallen off of her as she slapped Ig.
"Hey, Nudge, you still have… egg in your hair. Clean up." I said, motioning with my head to the bathroom. Fang let her go and she stomped off. He looked at me, silently asking what I was going to do, but I just shrugged. I went in the tiny room after Nudge and shut the door. She was leaning over the sink towards the mirror, inspecting her hair for any missed egg particles.
"What happened, Nudge? That's not normal for you to act out like that, especially towards Iggy." I questioned.
She sighed. "PMS, Max. Sorry, I know I shouldn't have done that, it's just that he was teasing me and I got mad, and then he threw egg in my hair and… well, you know." She mumbled. Probably one of the shortest sentences she ever mumbled.
"Ah. That makes sense now… but you really didn't have to go so far as to slap him that hard. He's probably going to have welts for a week." I said, and she giggled. Then she turned to me.
"Are you glad they're back, Max? Fang and Iggy and Gazzy? Like, really?" she asked, her brown eyes wide and curious. I picked a small piece of egg still burrowed in her hair as I thought.
"Yes. I am. I'm glad they're here. I missed them too much. They meant too much to let them go." I whispered. She just looked down. "What is it, Nudge? What's wrong?"
"I-" she was interrupted by a pounding on the door.
"Breakfast is ready!" Fang yelled, and I sighed.
"Later." I said, giving her a "Don't argue" look. She nodded and I opened the door just as Fang was about to knock again.
"Oh, hey. Breakfast." He said. I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah. I got that." I brushed past him back into the kitchen, where Angel, Gazzy, Miranda, Aaron and Zeke were already sitting. Zeke looked at me, and I felt his eyes follow me as I got my food and sat down next to Angel. Everybody else showed up to fill the empty seats and talk about random things. All through the meal, I felt both Fang and Zeke staring at me but I pretended to be infatuated with my food. By the time I was done, I felt like my head was Swiss cheese.
"I'm done. I'll be in my room." Zeke said, shoving his chair back and dropping his plate in the sink, the following clatter was loud and sounded like he had broken it. He stomped up the stairs, and he slammed his door.
"Well. I wonder what his problem is." Iggy mumbled. He now had red welt marks on both of his cheeks, and I could see the outline of Nudge's hand on the red marks. He looked really funny. Like a clown, almost.
Fang shrugged, and various comments spread around the table.
"I'm done, too." I announced, and pushed my chair back. It screeched on the wood floor, and I set my plate in the sink much softer than Zeke had, as I could see the scattered porcelain around the bottom. I walked up the stairs slowly, and passed 3 doors on the left until I saw the one I wanted. I reached out my hand…
And opened it.
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