Disclaimer:

I do not own Maximum ride.

I'm home. I came home weeks ago…sorry for no updates. School started, really early too. August 13th.

Then, I got sick. Right now, as I am typing this, I have the thermometer in my mouth. Seriously. 99.0 degrees.

ON WITH THE FANFICTION!

Fang POV

After we left the Wal-Mart, we walked through the parking lot again, and then headed to Starbucks.

Max stood outside, while I was to help everyone get a coffee of their choice. The poor cashier looked afraid whenever he saw how many orders he had to put in…pathetic.

I let everyone drink inside; they all immediately plopped onto a chair. Angel sat next to Nude and Gazzy, back into the left corner, watching everyone. Iggy sat right next to Katherine and Gabrielle, who kept blabbing on and on about Twilight. I felt sorry for him.

I stepped outside, a few sparkling stars lit the darkening sky. A slight breeze blew on the leaves of the small oaks on the side of the building, right by the drive-thru.

Max stood, staring up, her arms crossed, in front of me. I walked to her quietly. "Hey."

She looked at me, then stared straight up.

At least she noticed me. "Um…what are you looking at?"

She brought her head down, and sighed. "The stars. There seems to be less each night." She paused. "The city lights get brighter and brighter. The stars dim."

I sighed. "Tell that to the President."

She laughed. "I only wish."

I tried not to put on a grin. It's hard sometimes. Being emotion-less is easy, but when something is funny, it's difficult.

Don't judge me.

Gabby POV

I practically inhaled my iced coffee, the flavors were wonderful. I hadn't had one in…a week. That's hard.

I pulled my head up, my mouth releasing the straw. I lifted my head up, and stretched my arms, my hands brushing against the window behind me. I yawned, then stood up, leaving my coffee on the table.

I went over to the "order" counter, and grabbed one of the cinnamon mint containers.

The cashier just stared at me silently.

I reached my hand into my pocket, fishing out a few coins. He, the cashier guy, just continued to stare.

I sighed. I had five dollars worth of quarters. "Pathetic…" I mumbled. "No dollar bills…I fail…"

I handed him the change. He counted it, and then placed it into the register. "Er…thanks…?"

"Hey, at least I had enough. Suck it up." I laughed at him. I walked back over to my table, placing the mints into my pocket.

I sat down, and took a sip of my coffee.

"Hey Gabs," Katherine said from the chair in front of me. I was sitting at a one-person table, and there was a small couch-chair-thing…group in front of my table.

"Hmm?" I answered, my mouth still on the straw. Lizzy laughed from the table next to me. I pulled my head up, and hissed at her.

Aleesha laughed. I smiled evilly.

"Tsk." A voice came from the side.

I turned. "Oh…hey Katherine. What were you saying?"

"There. You missed it." She laughed at me.

"What?" Lizzy pulled her chair to the table I sat at. Katherine sighed, then stretched, taking her iPod nano from her pocket. She plugged both of the ear buds into her ears, and hummed what sounded like Ke$ha.

I pulled out my iTouch, and put one headphone in. I pressed the "play" button, that weird triangle thing. Paramore started to play. "Misery Business…" I said aloud.

Lizzy laughed. "Paramore?"

"Yeah…so?" I questioned her humor at the song I was listening to.

"Oh, I just thought you would be listening to the Black Eyed Peas." She arched her back, stretching over the chair.

"I pressed play, and this is what I got." I said through clenched teeth. I sipped my coffee again.

Lizzy yawned. "I should have had coffee this morning when the Flock offered it. Now all I have is a tea."

I laughed. "Why didn't you get a coffee?"

"I don't know…" She frowned, and put her arms on the table. Her head followed suit.

She dozed off, and I unlocked my iPod. I went through a few of my albums. I went under "Purchased" instead, and just put it on shuffle. "Hot N Cold" came on. Skip.

"Let's Get it Started (Spike Mix – Bonus Track)" the title said. Black Eyed Peas.

Sweet.

I hummed a bit, then the best idea came to me.

I got up, and grabbed the cinnamon container from the condiment counter.

Heh-heh. Condiment counter.

I pulled her head to the side, enough to expose her nose.

Ooh…a rhyme!

I crack myself up sometimes.

Everyone stared, eager at what I was going to do.

The tension was high as I raised the cinnamon. I tilted it, and poured it into my hand. I slowly dabbed some on her nose.

"Hey Lizzy!" Christian called from the group of guys.

"…wha?" She looked up drowsily. She sneezed and coughed once, and wheezed a little, too. I laughed at her again.

She finally brushed off the spice, and glared lazily at me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome!" I grinned menacingly.

She put her head back down.

"Liz, just stand up." I said to her. "It'll wake you up."

She raised her hands up slightly. I sighed, and stood up. I grabbed her left arm, and yanked her up. "Ow…"

I laughed at her for the millionth time.

Christian opened his mouth, and then closed it. He waved his hand. Come.

I dragged her over, and stood behind her.

"This'll wake her up." He laughed.

"What?" She crossed her arms.

"Did you have any coffee today?"

She stomped her feet, and jumped up and down. "NO! I didn't!" Her fingers balled up into a fist. "I didn't have any coffee!"

We burst into laughter as she stomped her feet again. "Okay Lizzy, we get it." I said.

She pouted.

Asking Lizzy if she had any coffee "today" was something we loved to do every morning. At school, at least. She would always pout if she didn't. A temper-tantrum coming from a thirteen-year old is pretty funny.

Fang walked back into the Starbucks, and looked around us. "It's time to spare the workers. Come on."