Omg guise guess what :3

I thought that dance starts on the 22nd.. but it starts next week. :D AAH CELEBRATE GUISE. It put me in a good mood and I was like I COULD CLIMB THE EIFFEL TOWER! But I decided to channel my energy and willpower into writing.. so yeah.

livelaughloveanddance- omg yay another person who watches Dance Moms. I must ask.. Team Maddie or Team Chloe? Even though my fave is probs Brooke.

AM I GETTING BETTER AT WRITING SHORTER AN'S GUISE? :D TELL ME CAUSE IF I'M MAKING PROGRESS THAT MAKES ME EXCITED.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Although I wish I did.

Fang POV

"So. . .what do you guys think?"

I looked up momentarily. "It's fine," I said curtly, and looked back down.

My mom frowned at me and turned to Nudge.

"I really like the backyard area and such 'cause it's really pretty. And the room upstairs, on the right? I call that one. 'Cause it's already painted lavendar and it has that really cool window that looks over the backyard. And the kitchen is also really awesome." Nudge looked around approvingly at the spacious kitchen.

Mom smiled. "I'm glad you like it, Nudge." She leaned on the counter island and looked at me in concern. "What's so horrible about this house?"

I looked at her vacantly. "Nothing. It's fine," I repeated.

Mom rolled her eyes. "Don't pull that crap on me, Fang. You're obviously not thrilled about the house and I want to know why."

"Because I'm not thrilled about moving," I said with a shrug.

A crease appeared on her forehead but she didn't say anything.

"Well," Dad said, reappearing and rubbing his hands together briskly. "What do you think?"

"I, personally, love it," Mom gushed. "It's got nice space and it's in good condition, and very pretty besides that." She glanced around appreciatively.

Dad nodded. "I agree." He raised his eyebrows at me.
I shrugged. "It's fine."

Dad frowned but didn't comment. "Monique?"

"Daddy, I really wish you would call me Nudge for once. And I love the house."

"That's good," Dad said slowly.

"That's very good," another voice said. I turned and stared impassively at Anne Walker, our realtor. (A/N: Lol my mom and dad's realtor was named Anne. Didn't like her very much. Maybe it's just cause she was helping us move. And I didn't want to.)

Anne rested a hand on the counter island. "Are you guys gonna take it?"

Mom and Dad exchanged a glance. "I think we'd like to think about it a bit more first," Mom said nervously.

The realtor waved a hand. "Take your time," she said with a smile.

I wanted to barf.

Headaches. Don't you just hate them?

All of this talk of moving and closing costs and inspections was making my head spin. I needed to talk to Max. While still cradling my head with one hand, I turned and bumped the mouse hooked up to my laptop and the screen glowed to life. I clicked over to instant messaging and checked to see who was online. As always, Max was on, with the little idle icon next to her name. I'd bet ten bucks she was five feet away from her computer.

Fang: Yo. You there?
Max: When am I not?
Fang: True dat.
Max: So what's up with the house thing?
Fang: My mom and dad found one everyone likes. We might be buying it. :(
Max: :O Already? Don't you have til January to find a house?
Fang: Yeah. So we found one early, hurray. Note sarcasm.
Max: :((( Do you know when you're moving?
Fang: I don't even know if we're moving yet. We still have to make an offer on the house.
Max: This sounds really bad, but I hope they don't accept your offer lol
Fang: Haha me too
Max: Ella is at my door yelling at me for not going to the cheerleading tryouts.
Fang: Tell her Fang says wassup
Max: No thanks
Fang: Fine. Be mean
Max: Sure. Gotta go. See you tomorrow.
Fang: k. bye

She logged off almost immediately after I sent the message. I sighed and closed the window and shut down my computer. There was nothing to do now but take a nice hot shower and go to bed. (Hey, who doesn't like nice warm showers? I might be this big macho dude who comes off with as much emotion as Kristen Stewart's facial expressions, but I still enjoy my hot showers.)

God, Nudge is rubbing off on me.

Max POV

Is it really that easy to find a house?

I mean, I would think that they would at least keep looking in case there was one they liked better. But I guess not? Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe they'd decide while looking over all the paperwork that it would logical to look a little more. Crossing my fingers.

It was one in the morning. I had been kept up all night, imagining several different ways the whole moving situation could play out. Wanna hear some? Of course you don't, but I'll tell you anyway.

1) Fang moves and finds a girlfriend and never speaks to me again and I become emo and die with five cats as my only company.

Let's hope option one doesn't happen.

2) His parents decide that they'll move to the house that's for sale right behind mine. Then everyone's happy!

Let's hope option two does happen.

3) They forget.

Not likely.

4) Fang tells his parents that he's through living with their standards and comes over to my house and sweeps me off my feet and carries me into the sunset where we decide to book a plane to Hawaii with money we suddenly have and spend the rest of our happy teenage lives there.

. . .I have to admit, I think I was getting a little loopy from exaustion when I came up with that last one.

With an irritated sigh, I leaned over and yanked my iPod out of the dock. I put my songs on shuffle and settled in again.

The first song was White Horse. I totally would've been okay with that if not for the whole connection to Fang. . .so, skip.

The next was Somewhere Only We Know. I skipped it.

After that came Torn. Annoyed by the constant connections to Fang, I powered it off and tossed it across the room. I heard something fall over and decided I'd deal with it in the morning as I fell asleep.

The next morning was rainy and miserable. We were already halfway through October, exactly two and a half weeks away from Halloween. I had to dress warmer than usual, actually taking out my raincoat for the first time since I'd actually got the thing. I didn't really like it; it was powder blue. My aunt had picked it out as a birthday present. At least it would be somewhat useful. I pulled the hood up over my head and peeked out the window set into the door, at Fang's house. I had to pause and do a double-take because something wasn't right. Fang wasn't sitting under the porch overhang.

I texted him quickly - Where are you? - and waited anxiously. When I didn't get a reply within two mintues, I called his cell. No answer. I hung up and tried the home phone. No answer.

My mind immediately flew to the worst - they'd moved out overnight. They were all in the hospital with acute skin diseases. Their power had gone out.

I forced myself to relax and stepped out into the downpour. I dialed my mom's number and held my phone under my hood, safely out of the rain. When she answered, I barely gave her a chance to say hello before I was demanding information from her. She said that she'd heard nothing unusual about Fang's family and told me I shouldn't worry too much. Fang or Nudge probably had a doctor's appointment or something and had to leave early that morning. She told me I shouldn't worry.

When I hung up, I focused intently on forcing myself to believe what my mom had told me. If I thought too much about alternatives, I would start freaking out again. So I kept myself thinking positively during the whole walk to school.

At my locker, Carolyn walked up to me. "Where's Fang?" she asked immediately. The fact that we weren't joined at the hip at the moment was probably pretty suspicious.

"I don't know," I replied honestly, wiping my sopping wet hair away from my eyes. Turns out that raincoat didn't really help.

Shock flickered through her eyes. "Woah," she muttered.

"I know," I said under my breath, so low I don't even know if she heard it.

I was antsy all during homeroom, waiting for the bell to ring so I could escape to social studies. Maybe he had come early for a club or activity or something and hadn't been able to meet me this morning. But he'd certainly be in first period, right?

Nope. Fang's seat remained hauntingly empty.

Nudge was in gym, which was weird. If she was here, shouldn't Fang be? Well, not necessarily. But still.

"Hey, Nudge, where's Fang?" I asked, saying the words so fast they nearly blurred together.

She laughed lightly. "I should've suspected you'd be worried. He told me to tell you he's fine. He just lost his cell phone last night and he got sick this morning. He thinks it's the same thing you have. Maybe it was a stomach bug."

I felt relief wash through me. He was okay. "Oh. Good. I was really worried." Now that I knew Fang was okay, I felt oddly light and giddy.

The day without Fang was reaaalllyy boring. I found myself getting more and more impatient as the day progressed. Walking home alone at the end of the day felt weird. Without Fang walking at my left, I felt weirdly empty and exposed. I glanced at his house quickly when I reached mine. The light in his room was on. Maybe he was on IM. I rushed to my room, more excited than I honestly should be. He wasn't on IM. This was getting unhealthy.

I forced myself to calmly do my homework - alone, which felt more weird than I can put into words at the moment. I usually did homework with Fang, and we usually fooled around. When I saw something funny on the sheet, I turned to my left, expecting Fang to be there. But he wasn't there.

I should've been reassured by Nudge's story. But for some reason I wasn't sure I believed it, which was ridiculous. I mean it was believable and totally realistic. But something about it just didn't sit right with me. Fang would've called. Fang would've done something. He would've gotten ahold of someone else's phone and called me to tell me where he'd be, if it came to that. But he hadn't, and that made me worried. I already felt abandoned - how stupid is that? It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours since I'd seen him.

He'll call you when he can, Max. Don't panic.

I admit to staying up really late, sitting by my computer and pretending to write something, which was actually just scribble that occasionally took the form of little doodles of dogs and houses and such. When Fang still hadn't IMed me by eleven, I had to admit that he wasn't going to. I left my IMing on, but shut off the screen of my computer so it wouldn't glow in the darkness. This way, if he possibly got up in the middle of the night and decided to see if I was on, I would be. How smart am I?

Okay, I admit it, I was getting desperate. A full day without your best friend can do that. Especially if you're as close to your best friend as I am.

I'll just have to wait for morning, if I can.

Third Person POV

The Director was in a very bad mood.

The interns weren't very good at tracking Max down. They'd been looking for the dark one, the one named Fang. He was nowhere to be found. Jeb was assigned to finding Max. He still couldn't bring himself to report her address to the Director. He wanted her and Valencia and Ella to stay safe. He wanted all of them to stay safe. No one deserved to be subjected to the Director's cruel experimenting.

But if they didn't find something soon, the Director was going to send out a professional search team, and they would find them for sure. And bring them to the Director with no hesitation whatsoever.

Look on the bright side; it didn't take me a full week to update. So hopefully maybe that makes up for the shortness? :( I'm really sorry. I'm working on that.

I HAVE DAAAANCE ON TUESDAY AND THAT MAKES ME HAPPYYYY. I'm doing a little happy dance right now. Like in my seat. It's a really awkward happy dance. I think the only person who's ever seen it is Aku12. And that's cause he's the only person I actually know in real life. So, shoutout. HAH.

And this will be ending soon. I'm giving myself a bit of a break to focus on dance and schoolwork and band (I play the flute). So if I do a sequel I will most likely have it up in January. I'll try to finish this within the month. And I'll probably do like individual thanks and such at the end cause I'm corny like that so if you want an individual thanks then PM me like right away cause I'm only gonna do so many.

So, yeah. Guess what. I came home from school to find a big puddle of pee in my dog's cage. Lovely.

-dancerxforlifex3