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I sat on the bed, Max leaning on my chest. I was tracing light circles between her wings, the cool breeze coming from the window relaxing us both. We listened to the band downstairs, hearing how good they were at such a young age. I kissed the top of Max's head.

I couldn't help but to hear the words "house going for sale" echoing in my mind. Maybe we could take a break from all the running and settle down in a house. Maybe even the one next door. Sure, it was in a huge neighborhood, but we could blend. I mean, it might seem weird at first, but it could work. We could destroy the School and live here, possibly even go to a real school. Who knows!? Anything is possible for mutant bird kids, really. Anything is possible, really.

"What're you thinking, Fang?" Max asked suddenly.

"Maybe we could move in next door and Live a normal life, or as normal as we could. Maybe go to school, make some friends. I don't know," I answered truthfully. Max looked up at me with a 'what-the-h-is-going-on-with-you' look. I shrugged. "I just think we could all use some time off from running and fighting. The younger ones deserve to live somewhere – not just in trees and subway tunnels and caves."

"Yeah, but what about the School?" she questioned.

"We bomb 'em. They fucked up our lives, so we fuck up their's," I told her. I guess she felt the same way because she didn't even bother to 'correct' my language. She stayed quiet for a while – just thinking, probably.

"How about we buy the house, bomb the hell out of the School, go to an actual school and try to be normal," she said a few minutes later.

"Sounds great." I kissed her on the lips gently, but it soon turned into a passionate make-out session.

"Dinner time!" D'anette hollered up to us. We quickly fixed our hair, seeing as how messed up it go. I kissed her again on the lips, then opened up the door. As usual, our hands were locked together, and nothing could separate up.

We walked downstairs, and immediately were hit with the aroma of chicken. Cooked chicken. Homemade chicken. And macaroni and cheese. And peas. Oh, man, this is going to be a wonderful dinner.

"Mmm. Smells delicious! Who's the chef? Iggy?" Max asked, her eyes closed, taking in all the smells.

"And D'anette and Nudge," he replied, handing Max a plate of macaroni and cheese and peas. "Turns out, D'anette knows how to use the barbeque. And I helped Nudge of the macaroni and cheese and peas. I barely did anything."

Suddenly, D'anette burst through the screen doors from the backyard, holding a block of wood (probably a cutting board) and 5 well-cooked chickens on top.

"I made sure that I had a lot. I mean, feeding four is my usual, but 10? Geez. That's a lot," she ranted, starting to cut the chicken in parts. "I mean, timing and temperatures and hands. It takes a lot out of one girl. Especially one my age. I don't think not one of the girls at school have cooked for anyone, let alone ten people! I swear, sometimes I already feel like a mom, although I've never been married. But still –" Colin finally turned her around so she was facing him, and he kissed her. Well, whatever works.

Then, Angel, Gazzy, Patrick, and Mitch all appeared in the kitchen. No joke, I just blinked and then everyone was there. Whatever. I must have closed my eyes for a while then.

"Oh, Jesus," said Patrick, once he saw D'anette and Colin.

"Well, there goes all my chances with her," Mitch mumbled, obviously disappointed. Okay, so apparently they didn't know about the two.

I heard giggles, so I looked over at Angel. She was giggling, whereas her brother had a disgusted look upon his face.

I looked back at Colin and D'anette, who had separated.

"Well, will you shut up now?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded her bright-smiling face and turned back to cutting the chicken. Max and I went and sat on the couch, listening to the one coming conversations.

"Since when?" Patrick asked. I could hear the confusion in her voice. Colin and D'anette stayed quiet, D'anette's knife still hitting the wooden block. "Geez. And incase you didn't know, I did know that you guys were always flirting. I just didn't know how far it went." Oh, trust me – you don't know how far they go, I thought, remembering that morning.

"Yeah, don't go too far, man," Iggy commented, mocking me. "OW!" I heard someone whack him. I snickered to myself.

"Dinner's ready," D'anette called, obviously wanted the boys to settle down their hormones. She grabbed the cutting board (which had a perfect display of chicken parts upon it) and walked to the dining room. Iggy and Nudge followed her, each caring two huge pots of peas and macaroni and cheese. Everybody followed them.

While eating diner, Max and I thought it'd be a good idea if we told the flock what we wanted to do. But how to tell them – that was the trick. How to tell them without Mitch and Patrick getting suspicious. Okay, so not so much Mitch – he's the idiot, as we found out while trying to figure out how to serve everyone enough food. But, Patrick was a bit smarter – he could figure out a problem mentally within two minutes.

'I could make Patrick go to the bathroom for a few minutes, and Mitch is, as you've said, an idiot,' Angel sent me in my mind.

Okay – go right ahead, and if Max gets mad at you, just tell her I told you to do so, I thought to her. A very long thought for me. Imagine if I actually said that.

"Please excuse me," Patrick said politely, setting down his plate and walked to the bathroom. Once I heard the door click, I looked at Max, as if to tell her to tell everyone our plans.

"Okay, Fang and I have decided that we're going to try and buy the house next door," she simply stated. "Courtesy of my bank card, we should have the house in less than a week."

"Cheers erupted from everyone. Okay, I'll admit, even to me, settling down seemed like a fine thing to do, especially after our lives.

"So, guys are moving in? Sha-weet!" exclaimed D'anette. Even Colin cracked a smile. "Going to school also? Cause that'd be awesome. I mean, we go to a private school and it's for all grades, K-12. So we'd all be going to the same school! And I'm sure we can manipulate our schedules so that we have as many classes together as possible! And we can all be in either woodshop or metalshop! I mean –"

"Eat yer chicken," Colin interrupted. Without hesitation, she stuck her drumstick in her mouth. He seemed to be able to control her, which got me to think that maybe he had some 'super' powers. Maybe.

"Yes, we are going to school, just to fill in our education. D'anette, your school sounds great. Perfect in fact. I think we'll go," Max said. More cheers erupted from the younger three. "But one question. Are there uniforms?"

"Hell, no! This school is strict on dress code, but no uniforms," Colin answered. Dang it! Max looked good in the old uniforms, but I guess she can express herself better without uniforms.

"Well, it's settled – we go to the realtors tomorrow and buy it!" exclaimed Max. Everyone cheered, again, and even I cracked a smile. These kids haven't been this happy for the longest time.

Haha! Now I have to finish up the next chappie! Which might be a while. Sorry. I effing HATE school. It's effing stupid. I already know all that I need to know. Ugh.

PEAcE!

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