Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Kisha, Jamie, Deveann, Saber, and Lash are property of ME! Kumali is property of Jwan! Backlash is property of my Dad!

It's amazing how well I can spell when I'm FRICKING TICKED OFF! Ugh! I just stomped down the stairs spelling ticked a mile a minute. I get my first review of the day, I have been bored all day, none of my friends are going to be available for a long time, NO ONE IS REVIEWING OR UPDATING and when I finally get something to be happy about my computer freezes! AGAIN! (sorry about that) Thank you very much, 2ndsly, for your review. You have no idea how much it means to me. THere will be Faxness in this chapter if I'm not mistaken. Oh yeah, Saber, say hi. Not fter you frickin' cussed me out I'm not! Do it! Fine! Hi! (storms off) Stupid teenage imaginary hot guys. Whatever. Here goes nothin'.

Fang's POV

I was woken up in the middle of the night by my growling stomach. "How can I be hungry at this hour?" I sighed getting up.

"Fang?" Deveann grunted.

"Go back to sleep." I instructed.

"Fine, whatever." I was careful not to trip over anyone on my way out the door. I heard footsteps downstairs. I crept silently down the stairs, not knowing if it were one of the flock, a mad man, or, if worse comes to worst, Kisha.

"Who's there?" Max hissed. I was amazed she'd heard and also thrilled it was her and not Kisha.

"It's just Fang." I said, relieved.

"Oh. I'm getting a snack, want some?"

"Would I ever!" We went into the kitchen to grab some grub. I tried to make small talk as I looked through their fridge. "So what'd you girls talk about?" I took out the soda and a pizza.

"Deveann's sketch book, Kisha's in heat some more, er... and we talked for a little while about our latest obsessions."

"Yeah?" I grabbed some fruit salad and took the items to the table where we sat, drank straight from the two liter and ate without napkins, without plates, and without utensils. We finished it all off. "Who's your latest obsession?"

"To be completely truthful," I waited for her to say you so I could gloat, "free style jazz."

"What?!" I choked on my pizza. She started laughing.

"Kidding. Not really obsessed with anything at the moment. Closest thing to an obsession I suppose would have to be taking care of the flock." She shrugged.

"What about the others?" I tried to act like she hadn't almost killed me with the words "free style jazz."

"Kisha's latest obsession is Garra or Naruto, maybe Kiba. 'Parrently he's sexy or hot or something like that." She shrugged. "I dunno where she gets all the pictures of him without a shirt on." I stiffled a laugh. "Kumali is obsessed with ballroom dancing. I don't know how that got in there but whatever. Nudge is obsessed with food." Typical. "And Angel's obsessed with this little thing called blackmailing." She glared at me. "Have you heard of it?" She growled knowing fully well I was the one who'd introduced it to her in the first place.

"Uh..." I quickly searched my mind for something clever.

"Don't even try it. It's not worth your time or mine, for that matter." She rolled her eyes.

"You aren't the slightest bit obsessed with me?" I said, trying to get onto a different subject. "You don't think I'm sexy?"

"Just cuz you're sexy doesn't mean I have to be obsessed with you." She retorted.

"It made Kisha obsessed with Gaara, Naruto, or Kiba." I pointed out.

"Actually, she likes Gaara because he kills people for basically no reason." What? "She likes Naruto because he has self confidence and a positive attitude." Does that make any sense? "And she likes Kiba cuz... actually she doesn't know why she likes Kiba but that's okay."

"Those three descriptions contridict each other." I stated simply.

"Since when have we known Kisha to completely agree with herself?" Good point.

"Ya know, this is kind of like a date."

"Yeah, the candle lit midnight snack with no candles, no utensils, no plates, no napkins, and no cups." Ouch.

"That hurt, Max." I pouted.

"Don't try to be cute with me." She glared but smiled at the same time.

"I don't have to try, it just comes naturally." I shrugged.

"Yeah, I'll wipe that cocky grin off yer face." Still smirking.

"Oh will you, now?"

"I most certainly will." She leaned over the table and kissed me. She pulled back immediatly. I was shocked. "There it went." She giggled spitefully. (How does someone giggle spitefully?)

"Oh yeah?" I leaned over and kissed her back. Before we knew it we were just sorta makin' out over the table. I pulled back slowly, to check the time. "We've been down here for three hours at least." I mummbled.

"How do you know, you lookit the time before you came down here?" I shook my head pointing to the window.

"Last I checked it was pitch black out." The sun was all the way up.

"Wow." I looked at the time, eight o' clock. "When do you think the others will get up?"

"Not for another hour or so." I grinned back at her.

"Eek!" I didn't even know what happened, one moment she was there and the other moment she wasn't. Instead it was...

Lash?!

"Lash?!" I shrieked stepping back.

"Hiiii, Fangy!" She batted her eyelashes at me.

"Lash? Oh Lash you're alive!" Max cried out.

"Shut up, you piece of freaking trash!" Lash snarled venomously.

"Oh... my... gosh..." Was all I could manage to say.

"Fangy, aren't you happy to see me?" She pouted. When I didn't react she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. At that I jumped back about five feet.

"Lash, what are you doing... alive?!" I screeched.

"Oh, I don't think I am." She shrugged.

"What?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Well, it took me a while to come to terms with the fact that I had no heart beat and I didn't have to breath but now I'm okay!"

"Wha-" Just then Kisha came down stairs to see what the ruckus was all about.

"Dang it, Fang..." She murmered.

"What is going on?!" I asked her.

"When you killed Lash you hypnotized her but with no real command in mind, you were just playing off your sub-concious-"

"In English!" I hollered.

"YOU TURNED LASH INTO A ZOMBIE, PLAYBOY BUNNY!" She screamed back.

"What?" Max murmured.

"What did I tell you about talking, TRASH?" Lash hissed.

"Scratch that, zombie, playboy bunny who's out for revenge upon Max." Kisha sighed. I had no idea what I was gonna do about this.

"Um... Lash, it's been really fun seeing you and all but it's better you just going back to pushing up daisies and the rest of us will grieve over you and hold your funeral, okay?" Kisha rolled her eyes at me. It was the nice-one-stupid, look.

"You don't like me?" She said crawling on the table and tracing my collar bone with a finger before grabbing my shirt and yanking me forward to kiss me.

"Hey!" Max stood, hands on her hips. "Lash or no Lash, Fang's my guy and NO ONE but me gets to kiss him!"

"Is that so?" Lash let go off my shirt and crawled off teh table, glaring at Max with her arms folded across her hardly developed chest.

"You guys! Cat fight!" Kisha called up the stairs.

"You involved?" Deveann replied.

"Uh uh!"

"Think I'll pass!"

"Could you make 'em hold up for a sec? I'll be right down!" Gazzy screamed, ending with a yawn.

"Could you guys just wait a minute?" Kisha requested.

"Uh huh! Anything for little Gazzy-kins!" Lash flipped her auburn hair and flashed a smile as she turned to Kisha.

"Yeah... whatever." Kisha said slowly.

"Alright, you can start." Gazzy came running down the stairs, tugging on a shirt.

"For the record," Lash began, "I'm no longer Lash. Call me," She paused for emphasis, "Backlash."

"Ha ha ha. Puns, gotta love 'em." Max smiled maliciously then ran at Backlash.

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