A/N: Me: Hey hey hey everybody! Whoa… I feel like I've used that greeting before.

Fang: That's because you are unimaginative and repetitive.

Sister: And you aren't?

Me and Fang: How did you get here?

Sister: With my awesome ninja skills.

Me: Right….

Sister: *glare*

Fang: I can just feel the crazy coming off of her in waves!

Sister: That's right, I am the crazy aunt of this family!

MooMoo: Yay! We love you!

Rawr: No matter what Daddy Fang says about you!

Sister: Whhhhaaaaaaatttt?

Me: Yup. He says you are the most psychotic person he's ever met, and that includes Ari. And Dylan. Ouch.

Sister: True. Still, just because you know I've broken out of eight mental asylums doesn't mean that I am that crazy! Now, I have to kill you.

Fang: You are crazy. *runs for life*

Sister: Mwahahahahaha! *chases*

Me: Play nice! Anyhoo… Fact: OK, I KNOW THAT IT'S THE INTERNET AND YOU CAN'T BE SURE OF ANYTHING, BUT I HEARD FROM A PRETTY RELIABLE SOURCE THAT IN THE MR MOVIE IN 2013, IGGY WILL BE PLAYED BY ALEX PETTYFER AND FANG WILL BE PLAYED BY AVAN JOGIA. Go Google them- they aren't bad choices. But anyone who is playing Fang I won't like, since the real Fang will be hotter than anyone else.

MooMoo: Good thing he's still running.

Rawr: His ego doesn't need to get any bigger.

May 22, 2015

Max POV

Today, we were having a picnic with Ian's family. Why? To hook up his two younger siblings and mine. To say that I was worried would be an understatement. I would be the biggest, gol-danged, mother trucking, huge, fudging, freaking understatement of the century!

Ian still had no idea about our wings. In fact, after my sister and mom, we hadn't told anyone outside of our family. Yeah, I know Ian was part of our family now, but he wasn't family family, you know? Call me paranoid, but it's not paranoia when they're actually following you.

Of course, Ella had to go and pull the 'but I'm your only sister!' act on me. The Bambi eyes didn't help either. So, I was forced to tell Ian before his family came. By myself. With no help. At all. To say it went well was another huge, mother trucking understatement! WooooooOOOOOOoooo- flashback!

Flashback

We were at home, helping Iggy make a huge picnic lunch. Well… everyone else was helping. I was "supervising" since I was banned from the kitchen many, many years ago.

"Hey Ian, help me put these plates in the basket over here?" I called over to him. He was on the other side of the room, folding one of three blankets up. He looked up, nodded, and walked over.

We stacked glass plates in silence for a minute or two, nothing but the sound of clinks coming from the plates. As he put the final plate on top, I took a deep breath. "Uh… Ian? There's… um… there's something… uh… I need to… ah… show you." Wow, was I a smooth talker or what?

He looked really confused- poor guy- but nodded slowly, not knowing where this was going. I took another deep breath, and decided to go with the best confession strategy known to man. Or, at least known to me.

I whipped out my wings, causing an updraft that lifted up his shaggy hair. I slowly moved them back and forth, showing him they were, in fact, real. Yup- bluntness was the only way to go in these types of situations.

He didn't say a word. No sound, no movement, so sign that he was ever going to do either of those things again. He turned into a Fang-being-hugged. In other words, a statue. The only things that moved were his eyes. They bugged out, and moved over my brown-fading-to-black-with-white-on-the-underside wings.

I exhaled sharply, sensing him not going anywhere anytime soon, and pulled them back into my t-shirt. His head snapped up, and he was much paler than I'd ever seen him, still with that oh-so-attractive fish out of water expression.

I waved my hand in front of his face. "Hellooooo, anybody in there?" Finally, a response! He blinked slowly, squinting at me like he was trying to figure out a really hard math equation.

"Um… are those real? Can you fly? Where did you get them? Does Ella know? Do you all have them?" Whoa. I guess when shocked, he turns into a Nudge-on-caffeine.

"They're real. Yup. Hell on earth. She and our mom know. Just Fang, Iggy, Gazzy, Angel, Lizzy, Tyler, and I have them." I tried to answer all of his questions.

He nodded. "Oh good." Then promptly passed out. I threw my hands in the air.

"Clean up in aisle… living room!" I shouted stomping out of the room. I'm the leader- why do I always have to do the hard stuff?

We finally got him revived in time to leave to go meet his family. You don't want to know how- it involved Gazzy, a burrito, and a paper bag. And a monkey. Just kidding! Well… about the monkey part. *shudder*

As we stepped into the yard, and away from the car, he looked at us puzzled. Like… he wanted to know why we weren't heading towards the cars. I raised an eyebrow, and all eight of us whipped out our wings. He visibly paled, swallowed really hard, and averted his eyes, walking quickly to the car. I chuckled quietly at his reaction. He'll get used to it.

It was a really nice flight to the park. It was warm, sunny, there was a nice breeze, and we were all together…. The best part was that since my mom, Total, Akila, Ella, Ian, and Jack were taking the cars, we didn't need to carry anything!

I was flying at the point of our 'v' formation. Going diagonal to my left were Nudge, Angel, and Lizzy. Going diagonal to my right were Fang, Iggy, Gazzy, and Tyler. I closed my eyes, feeling the air whip through my hair and feathers, enjoying the sun on my back.

So I was very startled when I felt a sharp tug on my right shoe. I let out a squawk, and fell a couple feet. Rising back up, I glared at the line of boys, particularly at Fang. His face and eyes didn't give away anything, as usual. I gave him one last glare, before returning to my position.

I had just settled in when I got a sharp tug on my left ankle. I whirled around and stared at the line of girls, all of whom were stifling laughter and shaking their heads. I glared at all of them, searching their faces for any hint of mischief. None, unfortunately. Just amusement… at my expense. Warily, I turned back around and continued flying.

Now, I was expecting another ankle tug, or maybe a feather pull. But what I wasn't expecting was 115 lbs of dark, silent, and sexy bird boy (well… I guess he could be called 'man' now that he was 21…) canon balling on my back.

I let out a shriek as I fell, hurriedly righting myself. I shot upwards at almost 400 mph, diving right into Fang's stomach… and abs…. I heard the wind go rushing out of his body, and as I turned to face him he was doubled over, trying to catch his breath, wings flapping on autopilot. I smirked and stroked his shoulders as I passed him. "You're welcome, Fangles," I cooed, flying forward to the point of the 'v'.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER- favorite sport to play? I love to run track.

We landed at the picnic spot, running over to the shade. We were at a man- made lake in northern Arizona. It came complete with a sand beach, fish, and trees for shade all around. We sat there, waiting, for almost an hour. That's the reward we get for being an advanced life form.

When the cars finally pulled up, I noticed that there was a third car, an old gray Saub, following Ella's and my mom's cars. Woo… the parents were here. Notice the dripping sarcasm.

Ian's dad, Chad, got out of the driver's seat. He looked a lot like Ian- platinum blonde hair, very tan, tall- except he had emerald green eyes. Ian's mom, Ashely, got out of the passenger door. She looked very different, with red hair (GRRRRRR!) and pale skin. But she had Ian's deep blue eyes. Then Hannah and Matt got out of the back. Matt had strawberry blonde hair, almost the same color as Iggy's, and aqua blue eyes. Hannah had her mom's red hair and her dad's green eyes. Overall, a very attractive family, I must say. I guess I was too bored- I mean engaged in the wedding :)- to see them there.

We did the customary greetings and handshakes, only a bit awkwardly. Then we proceeded to unpack everything, since us mutants were hungry, and sat down to eat.

I had briefed Lizzy and Tyler before we left not to do anything "special" here. There needed to be a right time to show his parents. We had to show them what their two youngest children were getting into.

It was really cute, the way Hannah and Gazzy and Angel with Matt, sat next to each other on one of the blankets and started talking shyly. Like they were still eight years old. They seemed to be getting along, and I could only pray to God that Angel wasn't playing puppet with their minds.

The three adults (well… parents… actually… um… oh, the three oldest people here!) were chatting quietly amongst themselves on the second blanket, talking about the weather, or stocks, or some other incredibly boring stuff. The rest of the flock and the dogs sat on the third blanket, stuffing our faces.

I noticed that Iggy never blinked. At all. I had caught it a few times in the past couple months, but now that I sat down and watched him for half an hour, he never blinked once. "Iggy- why don't you blink? You're gonna hurt your eyes." I asked, mouth full of food.

He looked at me like I was slow. "I was 'blinking' for fourteen years, do ya really think I want to keep my eyes closed for anything?" Oh. Duh. I looked back down at my plate.

We continued in peace, finishing our meal with no arguments, fights, or accidental wing unveilings. It was a miracle. Of course… this is me we're talking about, right?
"Hey, Lizzy. Let's go swimming!" I heard Tyler whisper to Lizzy.

"Okay!" she whispered back, giggling. The two got up and left their apple pie plates half finished. Which Total and Iggy "cleaned up".

I barely time to comprehend, think it through, and tell them not to before they did it. The both whipped off their nice-ish t-shirts, spread their wings, flew up into the air, and canon balled into the lake. Thanks for teaching them that, Gazzy.

I peeked a glance at Ian's family, hoping they didn't see that. Of course, two red heads and two platinum blondes were gaping at the lake, doing a good fish impersonation. Dangit! Of course, I have to do damage control. Again.

"Uh… hehe… we have something… to show you?" I squeaked. The six flock members, plus Total, stood up and slowly extended our wings. I sighed, seeing an imminent faint fest.

Luckily, Chad had more balls than his son, Ian, so he hadn't fainted. Yet. Ashley… well she fainted. Right away. I looked, horrified, at Hannah and Matt. I hope this didn't ruin Angel's and Gazzy's chances! But they were fine, wide eyed, stroking Gazzy's and Angels' feathers.

"We… aren't exactly human." I said, looking at Chad. He gave me a 'No dip, Sherlock!' expression, before shaking his head.

He looked at all of our wings, gulped loudly, and said "Well… this is new. Why didn't you tell us before?"

Surprisingly, it was Fang that spoke. "Sir, Ian didn't know until today. We didn't want to… scare your family off." I nodded, hoping that he wouldn't take off running.

Chad nodded slowly. "Um… can I… can I see you… you know… fly?" I nodded, shocked. He accepted this pretty quickly. I motioned for everyone to take off, and the three that were awake (plus Ian, since he hadn't seen us fly yet) looked amazed. And… well, envious. Hannah and Matt were clapping their hands and beaming, and I sure hoped Gazzy and Angel were happy.

A/N: Me: Picnics are always fun :) Fact: My friend Noreen came back from a summer long intensive ballet camp at Princeton, and we're hanging out tomorrow! :D

Fang: *out of breath and beaten up* So… apparently… a lot of people…. like your… story.

Me: Oh yea. I cried when I saw all the reviews, and then I was like… OH GOD I'm gonna get raped in my sleep from angry reviewers D:

MooMoo: Through the computer?

Rawr: Is that even possible?

Me: You never know… you never know… So I hope this was good, to make up for the drama over the past 24 hours. And again… I'm sorry for getting you guys upset, and I'll try to never do that again. It wasn't a picnic for me, either. So R&R, please!