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*Max's POV*
He walked for a while until he found the most abandoned part of town available and took off for the skies. I followed suit. I flew next to him in silence, wondering if I should say anything. "You're not hurt, right?" I asked in my leader tone. He couldn't get mad at me for that. He actually didn't have a reason to get mad at me at all. "I'm fine." He replied coldly. He was heading back to where our bags were. "You okay?" He asked, his voice softening some. I nodded simply. We flew for a few minutes until we reached the tree that we had put our bags in. We retrieved the bags and sat at the base of the tree. We needed to figure out our next move. It would be getting dark soon and we needed a plan. I started to ask Fang what we should do next when he interrupted me. "What's going on?" He asked getting straight to the point.
I debated with myself for a moment. Should I tell Fang what was going on? How do I explain it? The guy seems familiar but I don't know why. I don't think he's out to hurt me. How do I know? Intuition, duh. Proof? Who needs that? I knew the conversation wouldn't go well. I looked at the rings on my finger though and decided that for once, honesty probably was the best policy.
"I honestly don't know what's going on. I'm confused, I know that much." I admitted to Fang. Woah. Did Maximum Ride just admit to feeling confused? It's still not scared, sad, or even guilty, but it was a start. "I don't know why but I feel like I've seen that guy before." I said, hearing the contemplation in my voice. "Atlanta, remember?" Fang asked with annoyance. Now he was just trying to make sure I hadn't lost my mind and that won't do anything but make me mad. I used the same exaggerated tone of patience that Fang had used with me so many times. "I remember Atlanta. I mean before that. I feel like I know him, or have at least seen him before. I can't figure it out." I sighed with frustration. "Anything else?" Fang asked, leaning against the trunk of the tree. "I don't know why, but I just get this feeling like…it's safe, like he's not out to hurt me. I mean, my mind is still paranoid and telling me to keep my eyes open, but for some reason I'm not getting all…aggressive. It's kind of pissing me off to be honest." I admitted. Fang looked angry. Less angry than before, but still…not happy. I sat next to him and leaned onto his shoulder. It took a moment but eventually he relaxed, wrapping me his arm around his shoulder. I was about to say something that was very selfish. "Fang, can we just…go back? To Arizona?" I asked tiredly. I needed to recover from my vacation. He nodded, getting back on the laptop and rearranging our flight all over again. We climbed the tree that held our bags earlier in the day and decided to go to sleep.