A/N: Me: Hola, mis amigos!

Fang: You can't speak Spanish.

Me: I know. But it's fun to pretend!

Fang: ….

MooMoo: You should try it sometime, Fang.

Rawr: Yea! Pretend you're a fairy unicorn ballerina princess!

Fang: …. Ah… I'm good. Thanks.

Me: Imagination is healthy for the soul, Fang.

Fang: I'm pretty sure you don't have one.

Me: I do too! Now, Sister, on the other hand….

Fang: *shudder* I'd hate to see what goes on in her head.

Me: Ugh :P I don't even want to know. Fact: My homecoming dance was Friday night! It was way more fun that last year's. My dress was red and sparkly! I bought it last year, though, so I can't find a picture :(

November 1, 2016

Max POV

Gaping, I watched Fang's fingers fly across the fret board, hitting every note with precision, the notes coming out sounding like a professional. I watched with amazement as he played the entire song, by memory, perfectly, until the last chord sounded out.

Fang looked up at me through his bangs. "What'd you think?" he asked. Only I could see the miniscule, almost non-existent anxiousness. He wanted me to like it, he wanted me to praise him. He was such a big, soft baby on the inside.

Shaking my head, my mouth was still hanging open. "Jesus." I said softly. "Where the heck did you learn how to play like that?"

Fang smirked, setting the guitar down on our bed. "The internet. Where else?" I fell back onto the bed, still speechless. Who knew that one of us mutant bird kids could actually learn how to play an instrument?

"That was… awesome!" I exclaimed. "How did you do that? God, Fang, you could be a rock legend!"

Fang blushed a bit, and ducked his head in an (utterly futile) attempt to hide it. "Well, I only know two songs." he mumbled.

I hit his shoulder. "Well then show me the other one!" Fang smiled, stood up, and grabbed his guitar.

This song was slower, quieter, and I surprised myself by humming the lyrics. I know this song! I beamed as the song went on, humming the lyrics. I knew better than to sing. The last time I sang- well… let's just say it involved a fire, bleeding, and a stampede of geese. I'm not kidding.

The song was our song, the song that played at our first legit "date". I remember the night like it was yesterday…. What a load of cheese on top of a cheese quesadilla sitting on a plate of nachos in a cheese fountain. Mmm… cheesy… wait… where was I? Oh yeah, the flashback.

Flashback

July 10, 2010

I was sitting on the porch swing, absentmindedly rubbing one of my many, many scars; remembering the last battle that we had fought-, the one that had destroyed Itex for good.

All of a sudden, Fang stumbled out the door towards me. I jumped up, rushing over to him- Fang was a shadow, he never stumbled unless he was terribly hurt. "What's wrong?" I asked frantically, looking him over for blood.

He swatted away my hands. "Nothing. I'm fine." he said gruffly. He cleared his throat. "Actually… I… uh… wanted to… um… ask you a question?" I raised my eyebrow and sat back on the swing, patting the cushion next to me.

Fang sat, not looking at me. I didn't prod- I knew Fang. It would come out in time. And I was right. "Do you… um… do you wa… God… *deep breath*… do you want to *mumble mumble mumble*"

I looked sideways at him. "Sorry… what was that?"

He gave me a dry look, but said something that sounded remarkably like "Do you want to pawn a gate kidney?"

I stared wordlessly at him. "Pawn… a gate… kidney?" Was he going crazy?

Fnag shook his head in frustration. "I said.…" He took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. "Will you… go-out-on-a-date-with-me?" he finally said, rushing the end together.

I couldn't help it- I gasped. Fang and I… on a date? I couldn't wrap my head around it. The concept was so foreign sounding.

Denying it wouldn't work. My feelings for Fang had taken a weird turn in the last couple years. I found myself thinking of him less like a brother, or second in command. I found myself thinking about his body, or his attractive hair, or his beautiful face. Things a leader/sister shouldn't think.

Angel kept telling me that he loved me, and that I loved him. But I was too stubborn to agree. But… I couldn't squash my feelings down for too long.

"Sure." I found myself saying, my calm exterior hiding the madness within.

Fang's face lit up, the picture of complete joy, and he bounced off, seeming like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Onto mine.

To say that getting ready for the date was a piece of cake would be lying. Nudge, Ella, and Angel poked and prodded. They treated me like a human Barbie doll. Meanwhile I was frantic over what to do, what to say, how to act on our "first date".

When seven o'clock finally rolled around, I was hectic. "Stop pacing! You'll sweat off your make-up!" Nudge reprimanded, grabbing my shoulders. Ella came up to us and stared at me. She must have seen the panic in my eyes, because she started giving me a pep talk.

"Max- he loves you, you love him. You're like two peas in a pod, or two birds of a feather if you'd prefer that." I couldn't help but crack a smile. I probably looked like a grinning psychopath. (A/N: Me: Or like Sister!) "You can do this. You're THE Maximum Ride. Now go out there and get your man!"

She was right- I could totally do this! I walked to the backyard, feeling totally confident. Then I saw Fang, looking totally sexy in his suit, and I ran back inside. "I can't do this!" I whisper screamed to Ella and Nudge.

The looked sideways at each other, then at me. Then, moving lightning fast, they each grabbed one of my arms and hauled me outside, locking the door. I growled at their angelic smiles and waves.

"Hey, Max." Fang said, looking slightly uncomfortable in his attire. But he gave me his special half grin, and I'm pretty sure my bones melted into my annoyingly high heels. He took my arm, and we walked into the woods behind the house, where I had one of the best nights of my life. (A/N: Me: They just had like a picnic, get your minds out of the gutter!)

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"MAX! GROW SOME BRAIN CELLS AND LISTEN TO ME!" I heard Iggy screaming. Shaking my head, I focused my eyes on the blond pyro waving his hands in front of me, glaring at me with bright blue eyes. I still got a happy thrill whenever I saw his working eyes.

"I will when you do." I retorted. I heard Fang smother a chuckle.

Iggy ignored my jab and yanked someone out from behind him. Gazzy. "This guy has something to tell you." Iggy said, still sounding mad.

"Oh! Hehehe… no I don't! There's nothing to tell her!" Gazzy said nervously. Now I was getting very suspicious. Knowing these two, they blew up all of Las Vegas or something.

"What is it Gazzy?" I used my no nonsense tone. Gazzy stared at me for a second, then ran off down the hall, screaming like a little girl. It was very strange coming from a 17 year old boy.

Iggy sprinted off after him, shouting. I sighed, and then ran after them. I came around a bend to find Iggy tackling Gazzy mid step, and putting him in a headlock. "Tell her!" he growled.

Gazzy looked like a deer in headlights. "Uh…." He gulped. "Hannah's… kind of… pregnant."

"What!" I shrieked. Gazzy trembled a bit. I stood stock still, unsure of what in the world to do.

"Iggy?"

"What?"

"Let Gazzy go."

"Why?" Iggy asked, not letting go.

"Because he needs to run. Now." Iggy released Gazzy, and he dashed down the stairs, screaming again. Except this time, I was chasing him.

A/N: Me: Yup. Another baby. Told you this story repeats itself. But there's some Fax in there for you!

Fang: I don't play the guitar!

Me: But you should.

Fang: Why?

Me: It fits your goth emo image.

Fang: AAAAAAAHHHHHH I'M NOT EMO!

Me: …. Yea you are. Fact: I get to actually walk through the haunted house that I work at this coming Saturday. It should be fun :)

MooMoo: Can we please get 10 reviews this time? *bambi eyes*

Rawr: Yea, we only got 8 last time! *bambi eyes*

Me: How could you say no to those faces? Awww.

Fang: Cause I hate everyone.

Me: And you say that you're not emo?