A/N;

SQUEEEE! Almost to 500 reviews :D

Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter. You're all amazing and, as Vera often says, 'I luffles you all to deathykins!'

-giggles-

Ugh, did I just giggle? Somebody slap me.

Ziggles: -slaps-

Me: Thanks.

Now, I had a Max diary suggestion, but I've never actually read a Max has a diary fic. I've read a Fang one, which is totally awesome and is in my faves -hint hint-, but not a Max one.

Anyway, my point- if you suggest something and I haven't clichéd it yet, it's probably because I haven't read a story like it or I haven't read enough stories like that to cliché it well yet.

If that's the case, feel free to PM me and offer your expertise on the subject. I'll credit you for any and all help. This is on offer for those who REALLY REALLY want something to be clichéd, that is. Otherwise, I'll just get to it when I get to it.

Believe it or not, I actually do have a social life. -grins-

Okay, and thus ends the incredibly long and pointless A/N. To the chapter, and away!

-The ever awesome Rain, who is not as awesome as her reviewers.

The dark sky was as dark as velvet, the twinkling stars shining like sparkly diamonds on crack. The graceful, angelic, lovely, enchanting, magnificent birdkids that looked like flying humans with wings that could fly soared effortlessly through the sky that was as dark as velvet with sparkly crack-addicted stars scattered across it's velvet-y plains of dark velvet.

"Okay guys, let's find some trees to sleep in." Max ordered in a loud, commanding, strong, powerful, imposing voice. "I'm beat." She went on to say in a tired, sleepy, weakened voice. Her brown, chestnut, hazel, wavy curls flew around her face like a light, angelic halo of light that was light-filled and angelic.

Fang, the dark, emo, silent, quiet, emo, silent, dark, mysterious, shadowy, gloomy, emo, birdkid-that-could-fly smiled at her, despite his dark, emo, silent, quiet, emo, silent, dark, mysterious, shadowy, gloomy, emo appearance.

"Good idea." He said in a quiet, monotone, tedious, dark, brooding voice. The other birdkids-that-could-fly nodded in unanimous agreement. They soared gracefully down. Did I say they were graceful?

The flock were asleep in minutes. They snored like an angelic chorus of angels that were angelic. Their snores were like the sound of the ocean, 'cos they were so angelic.

But then, -le gasp- a flock of mechanical flyboys that were mechanical!

OH NOES!

The Flyboys whirred mechanically, sounding like fighter jets except much much quieter. The flock all leapt up, ready to fight at a second's notice!

'Cos they were so cool, awesome, great, talented, wonderful, amazing, fantastic, fruity and- wait, not fruity... anyway!

Max dove into the air, swinging out with her fists and kicking out with her toes. I mean feet. Erm...

The others all followed like sheep, and eventually after hours of chaos, mayhem and destruction, they defeated the evil mechanical flyboys that were mechanical.

Max blinked with her large un-barfed chocolate coloured eyes, finding herself staring into the coal coloured, dark, angsty eyes of the emo Fang.

"I thought you were dead!" Fang cried in a very depressing manner, even though it had not been made apparent until now that Max had come close to dying. Apparently she had. Just go with it.

"I... bluegh." Max's eyes suddenly closed, and she stopped breathing.

OH NOES.

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAX!" Fang screeched/screamed/yelled/angsted/cried/sobbed/teared/ sadly. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"I'm not dead you idiot!" Max cried happily/ecstatically/gleefully, "Just because I went bleugh, doesn't mean I died!"**

Fang scooped her up into his wiry, strong, bulky, muscled, toned arms, and kissed her passionately, lovingly, ferociously, and they lived happily ever after.

Somewhere in the background, the Flock died due to simultaneous expiry due to unseen expiration dates, but were brought back to life sometime in the not-too-distant future by rabid yet highly intelligent lobsters.

The end. (Of this chapter)

A/N;

It was longer :D -grins-

I hate it when people over-describe. It's like, I know Max has brown eyes. I know she has browny/blonde hair. I don't need you to describe every single gosh-darn strand of hair on her head!

R & R?