This chappie is dedicated to no-name for team-Edward-cause-I-want-Jacob-for-my-self fellow founder, zoey12321 cause Duetsch is cool and she was my 100th review, and all those annoying people who didn't remember that I said at the start that there would be no chapter 13, and Rob Thomas for "The Little Wonders", yes it's that one in Meet the Robinsons.

Chapter 14: Picnic

I woke up in Fang's arms, in all my clothes (even my shoes). Downstairs I heard Angel shouting "Hands off the explodified muffins, guys!"

Hang on. Angel shouting. Guys. Awake. Oh God. Guys. Help!? I shot up, waking a peaceful Fang.

"What? Where's the fire? Max are you okay? What's wrong?" He said to my speechless outer shell, he whispered something and hit me in the back of my head.

"Family. Angel. Muffins. Knowing. Shit," Fang looked confused but my brain was racing on ahead of me... and I was left behind.

"So?" Fang shrugged off "I mean we had to tell them sometime."

"Yes but not now, we could jinx it," I think I looked more disbelieving then Fang when I said that.

"Come on let's go downstairs," Fang said.

Downstairs, Angel was smearing pink icing on, what I realized where the "explodified muffins". Nudge was half heartedly tipping sprinkles on the pink goo that a cement like consistency. I started to pack the muffins in a largish biscuit tin.

"Angel, am I doing this by myself or..." I continued in my mind. "...are you asking me with your mind?"

"I think it's me because I just wanted someone to and then you started," Angel answered all blue eyes and curls.

"Oh, well I'll just put this in my ruck-sack," We divided the remaining sandwiches, fruit and orange flavoured sports drinks into our bags.

"So Fang, tell us, how was your date last right?" Iggy asked grinning like a clown, Gazzy looked disgusted, and Nudge and Angel were awing in their heads really loudly.

"Um... Iggy, I advise shutting up, as in if you don't Fang will attack you and I will help and laugh and point," Fang looked evil, and it was hilarious. Woe be with any Flyboys who attack us on this overcast morn. Whoever said I didn't have a poetic side?

We were flying to this beautiful meadow thing on the reservation. We touched down gently and unpacked the food.

We ate enough so that if anyone passed we'd look like ordinary picnickers. Akila Had long gotten over the dog food only thing, when your with us you don't get fed very often. We don't get fed often.

Anyway Angel stopped in mid chew; we all stared at her.

"Who's coming? Are they dangerous?" A rally of questions hit Angel.

"It's the guys for before, but their minds are linked," she whispered.

We started to pack up pretty sharpish. We didn't want to bump into these guys again.

Sorry, I am soooooooooo sorry for not posting earlier but it was... I got nothing.

Anyway PLEASE review. If not for me for the muffins!

Cluainn Fhada!

P.S. The next chappies really short.