(A/N: I have seriously made it to chapter 21? Holy crap! Your may not surprised but I sure as hell am. I don't even plan out my stories past the first few chapters! Which is why I could possibly be having issues uploading new chapters. Sorry guys! And girls! oh well back to the story!)

Chapter Twenty One

Sam's Pov

After the late lunch of tons of pizza, as Max suggested we all just started to spread out throughout the flat. Angel and Nudge went back into the family room to continue sorting through their copious amounts of pink clothing. Max had slipped into the kitchen for a few slices of pizza and then went back into her room. Gazzy & Iggy were off in their own guest room…doing who knows what. That left Fang, Clarisse, and I all sitting together in the dining room.

"Thanks for cleaning up the kitchen." Clarisse said to Fang.

"No problem." Fang said in a troubled tone. Both me and Clarisse raised our eyebrows at him. "What?" he snapped.

"You're worried about Max, aren't you?" Clarisse replied after exchanging a pointed glance.

"Yeah. So?" Fang snapped again.

Oooh. Touchy! I mentally sent to Clarisse.

She mentally nodded back. It's so obvious he has feelings for her. Clarisse commented.

This time it was my turn to mentally nod. It *was* obvious that Fang had strong feelings for Max and what he might not know was that Max had feelings for him too.

While Clarisse and I were having our mental discussion, Fang looked between us as if he knew we were telepathically communicating. However, he just set his head on the table roughly and moaned piteously.

Oh crap. We are going to have some major issues if Fang goes off the deep end. I said to Clarisse.

Agreed…Should we do, you know, what we telepaths do?

Hmmm. I'm not sure. You wanna have another little midnight talk? I suggested.

Clarisse nodded then started to pat Fang on the shoulder. She kept telling him it was going to be okay.

Narrator(ish)?

The rest of the afternoon seemed really boring and slightly pointless. Everybody just went on doing their own thing. Hours seemed to pass very slowly. Eventually it was dinner time but everybody was getting hungry at different times so the flock plus Clarisse & Sam just made and ate dinner on their own.

After that everybody just set off in their own little worlds it seemed. But still everybody was in bed by 11 pm… Except for Clarisse and Sam that is.

Sam's POV

"Everyone's asleep." I announced to Clarisse after a quick mental check-up on the flock.

"Okay then, c'mon on up to the studio." Clarisse beckoned. Leading me up a small staircase to a secret attic, that after being discovered was turned into an art studio.

"Dang, you have been busy. You completely re-decorated it! Plus you painted a lot of new stuff. It looks awesome." I said, taking in the new scene.

"Thanks. So…What is up with Max exactly? You've got to have some ideas." Clarisse got to the point quickly.

I sat down, after removing a giant pile of sketch books on a chair. "I'm not sure exactly. I think…well actually I have no idea what I think. I don't know what the hell is going on with Max sleeping all the time. I don't know."

"Dang," Clarisse's eyebrows raised, "You really hate saying that, don't you?"

"Yes. I really hate saying 'I don't know'."

"Okay then. Moving on. What does the Flock know about me?" Clarisse questioned curiosity evident in her voice.

"Not much." I admitted. "I told them you were my best friend from a couple years ago, before and after you knew I was a mutant."

"So they don't actually know I'm also a telepath? Just in general that I'm exactly like you guys?"

"Yep, basically. They also don't know that you're mom is a lab coat and she killed your father." I said trailing off, knowing it was a very touchy subject with her.

"Oh. Thanks." She said shortly.

After a few minutes of silence Clarisse asked how much the Flock knew about my past. I hate to say it but I completely lied when Max interrogated me, when I first met her.