A.N- Alright, so I lied. Itex isn't involved yet, but I'll try to get them in soon. But for the long wait, here's a long chapter.

Thank you reviewers and yeah, I figured no guys would like this story… Hah, oh well. So yeah, I'll update quicker now as long as I see that people are still interested:)

Scissors Scare Fang

A month later

It was now the last week of March and we have been living in an apartment building for several weeks. I was a little over three months pregnant, which according to Han's calculations was half way through with it.

I really couldn't believe that I would be a mom in about three months, I just couldn't. I mean I've always felt like a mom to the flock, but this would be different. This child would actually be my own flesh and blood. Well half my flesh and blood anyway. I was really happy about the whole thing.

At the same time, however, I was a little worried about it too. Like what if once he was actually born, and turned out to be Dylan's, that Fang would change his mind and not actually want to stay with us? What if something went wrong and there were complications with the whole delivery thing? I mean I was pretty young after all. Or what if we were attacked right when I go into labor?

"Chill, Max." I hear Dylan say calmly, from beside me.

We were in Central Park, on a nice, sunny March day. Everything was beginning to bloom, which made all of the greenery look beautiful. The trees ranged from delicately, light greens, to bright whites and pinks. There weren't many flowers, but I'd seen a bunch of buds making their way up.

Dylan and I were both sitting in the roots of a tree, being shaded by its branches that were just starting to gain back the foliage they had lost during winter. We were keeping an eye on the flock, who were all running around; playing football or volleyball or something else in this giant clearing. We were all surrounded by other regular, everyday people and had managed to look normal ourselves. Even I, who only received a handful of strange looks (you know from being fifteen and visibly prego). Well at least I thought it was a pretty good achievement.

I didn't take my eyes away from the flock as I said, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

We'd gone out to the park today especially for me to relax, and yet I still found ways to stress myself out. That's just typical me. I looked around at the flock to try to distract myself.

Iggy was throwing a blue Frisbee at Gazzy, who caught it with his mouth, making Iggy laugh. I won't even ask…

Nudge and Star were playing with a volley ball, trying different hitting techniques each time. Nudge was talking non-stop (about God-knows-what) to Star, who seemed to be listening to it all as they hit the ball back and forth. Once in a while Star would say something and Nudge would brighten up, happy to have a two-sided conversation for once.

Ratchet, Fang, Holden, and Maya were playing football. Don't ask me how, but they were. I mean, I could have sworn you needed more people to play, but apparently not the way they played it. They looked like they were having a lot of fun though, so I wouldn't question their methods. It looked a little awkward because of how thin Maya and Fang were, but once you got past it you would notice why it was that they were the only ones to not have stained clothing. They were both able to take Ratchet and Holden down easily and escape their grips quickly because of their slim and quick bodies. I didn't watch for long, but it seemed that Fang and Maya were winning.

I scoot backwards until I feel the tree's bark graze against my hoodie, and wings underneath. Then I sigh and look up through the slightly filled branches, to the sky. It was a nice day, not too many clouds, not too bright, cold, or warm. It was just perfect for the flock.

"So Max," Kate begins, from her spot beside me under the tree. "Have you thought of any names?"

Still looking up, I answer, "Yeah, I've thought of a few."

"Mind sharing some?" She asks politely.

"Well there's Aaryan and Sorin for a boy, or Arianna and Nikki for a girl. Nudge really enjoyed looking for those, but nothing's set though." I say. "What about you?"

"Anything good?" Dylan asks.

"Well not really. I think that when I see them, that I'll just know." She tells us.

"That sounds good to me." Dylan says with a smile.

"Yeah, that sounds great; I know they'll get the perfect name." I say, smiling as well.

Kate smiles. "Thanks you guys." She says.

After a pause, I ask, "So, if you don't mind me asking. How are you and Ratchet anyways?"

"Oh, I don't mind at all." She smiles again. "We're actually back to what we were before this whole baby thing. He was just a little shocked, that's all. He said he was fine with it now and that he would help me with everything."

Dylan coughs.

We both look at him and he looks at Kate. Then I look at Kate and catch her giving Dylan a slightly harsh look (as harsh of a look as Kate can give), but when she sees me turn back, she quickly wipes it from her face and puts a smile back in its place.

I'm slightly confused, but decide to just ask Dylan about it later.

"Hey, Max," I hear Holden say just then. I look behind Dylan and see Holden patiently waiting there.

"Yes, Holden?" I ask.

"Fang wanted me to tell you that everyone is ready to leave now." He tells me softly.

That boy is so quiet most of the time that I usually just forget he lives with us. I swear, he reminds me of Fang sometimes. Or how he was when we lived in the 'E' shaped house at least. I mean he's still pretty much the same: he still wears back, still doesn't talk excessively like Nudge, still likes to keep to himself (if you take me away from the picture).

"Max?" Holden asks.

I shake my head, as if to clear it. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Tell everyone we'll go then." I tell him as Dylan gets up.

He nods his head and turns to leave.

Dylan offers Kate a hand and she takes it happily, giving him a nice smile. The death glare that she'd given him earlier, long forgotten. Dylan then turned to me and offered me his hand.

After I had put my phone back in my pocket, from checking the time, I shook my head 'no'. I then start to get up by myself, putting my hand on the tree behind me for support. Even though I was slightly larger than Kate and probably needed the help more than her, I still didn't like to get help for things that I could do myself.

"You know, it's OK to get a little help sometimes Max." Dylan tells me, putting his hand back down.

"Dude, seriously I swear you read more than emotions. Are you sure not a mind reader?" I say, as I get up all the way.

"I just know you, and it's typical Max to not want any help. Even if you actually needed it, you would still not accept it." He says matter-of-factly.

"I-" I start. Both he and Kate give me a look. "OK, maybe a little." I say.

Just then, everyone starts to make it to our tree.

"All ready?" I ask.

Everyone nod and give 'yeah's.

I realized it was starting to get dark out. "Let's go then." I tell them and begin to walk.

About an hour later…

We were finally home after a long and stressful taxi ride.

All I have to say is I HATE New York traffic. Not only that, but also cramped spaces. But you knew that already. Fang was crazy; thinking I would get over my claustrophobia… Psh. And it wasn't just me either. It was the whole (original) flock; we were all bound tighter than… Than something really tight…

We had to take two of those minivan taxis since there were eleven of us, and we all managed to fit.

Now we were back at our apartment building and going up the stairs. I had forbid anyone from using the elevators when we were in our group because that would lead to fighting for who gets to go on, a huge scene, and attracting attention. And that is something we defiantly do not want. Plus, our places were on the second floor anyway.

We had three small apartments that we used between us. The set up was supposed to be:

Fang, Holden, Ratchet in one.

Maya, Star, Kate, Nudge in another.

And Iggy, Gazzy, Dylan, and in the last one.

The set up was interchangeable though. Like sometimes (most times) we end up in a different apartment for some reason, and just sleep there for the night.

"So could I like, do your nails? Cause I did mine last night and I don't want to take it off yet, but I want to try out this other color I got the other day." Nudge says, as she opens her door.

"Yeah, sure Nudge." Star says and walks into the apartment after Nudge. Kate, Maya and Dylan follow them into their apartment at the end of the hall. We all had apartments that were somewhat close to each other, all at the end of this hall.

The building wasn't the most glamorous one, but it was cheap and non-eye-catchy. I didn't want to ask too much of the voice, since they were paying for all of us. And non-eye-catchy was exactly what we were looking for. So all in all, it wasn't that bad.

The walls were ugly mustard yellow that was peeling in almost every single wall, revealing dirty white paint underneath with an occasional gum piece stuck in hollowed out places. All the hallways were carpeted with a light cream colored carpet. Or they used to be cream, I think. Now they were all dark with dirt and what-not. The places where the carpet met wall was the dirtiest of it all though. I'm not even sure of what most of the things in that place were either, but I think I saw a severed mouse/rat tail once. So I tried not to look too closely after that...

The rooms weren't as bad though. But that was probably because I made everyone keep everything cleaned. Like making them take the sheets to the laundry-mat every once in a while, and yelling at anyone who didn't wash any dish they used. The walls were still cracked and the carpets still dirty, though.

I saw Iggy and Gazzy go into their room, followed by Holden who probably wanted to join whatever they were planning. Their room was right beside the girl's.

I went into Ratchet and Fang's room, which they had just disappeared into. Their room was a couple doors down from the others, and on the other side of the hallway. I didn't feel like being in a room with giggling, nail-paining girls or bomb-building boys. So I picked the room with two pretty laid-back guys instead. When I walked in, I went straight to the kitchen.

I passed Ratchet in the main room. He was relaxing on the couch, watching TV. Then I found Fang in their small kitchen, ravaging for food in the small fridge.

I slowly and quietly made my way behind him, planning to scare him, but right as I was sucking in a breath to say 'boo', he turned back.

"Boo!" He said, and picked me up at the same time.

"Ahh, Fang let me go!" I screamed as he throws me over his shoulder. I was pounding on his back, trying to get him to put me down, when Ratchet walks into the room.

"Can you guys keep it down? My ears are about to start bleeding." He tells us and walks off, not even questioning what we were doing.

It was quiet and calm for a second, until I say "Yeah, um, I don't think this is good for the baby."

Fang puts me down slowly and then looks at me once I'm on my feet. He reaches out his hand and puts my grown-out bangs that had fallen on half on my face, behind my ear. We look each other in the eyes for a few seconds and then he starts to get closer until his lips are on mine. He kissed me for a few seconds and then moved closer to deepen the kiss. He held my lower back with one hand to move me closer, while his other hand was layed flat on my cheek. His black hair was a little long so it kind of tickled my lower cheeks.

My eyes widen. "Oh! Thanks for reminding me!" I say, pulling away abruptly and walking to one of the kitchen drawers. I left him a little startled, but he recovered quickly and came to see what I was looking for.

I looked up at him and he put an eyebrow up in question. He didn't seem too hurt about me pulling away so suddenly from his kiss. He just seemed curious at my motives.

"I'm looking for scissors." I explain and go back to moving random napkins, papers and pens around in the, now opened, drawer.

He opens up the next drawer over and pulls out a pair of scissors. He holds them out to me and asks, "Why?"

I grab them. "I've been meaning to cut my hair." I tell him, and then walk away, to the bathroom.

When I get to the bathroom door, I open it and turn on the lights. I see Fang in the mirror, behind me and guess that he must have followed me, without a sound like he normally does.

"But your hair's already so pretty." He tells me with a smile, as he sits on the closed toilet seat.

I smile at him and reach for a comb that was behind him, on the toilet shelf thing. "I don't care much about looks, if you haven't noticed, and it's starting to get in the way."

"Yeah, I know." He tells me. "But it really is pretty though, and so are you."

I chuckle. "Thanks Fang." I say as I finish combing the tangles out of my straight, light brown hair. (A.N. That's how I picture Max's hair, not blond and curly like the Manga, or straight, blonde like the book covers.) After I trim a few inches off, I look over to Fang. "You know… Yours is getting a little long too…" I say, looking at his straight black hair that fell below his shoulders.

His eyes widen. "Max, put those scissors down. Right. Now." He tells me slowly, getting up while at it.

"Just a little trim?" I ask innocently, opening and closing the scissors a few times to add affect. He shakes his head quickly. "Just kidding..." I say, walking over to him after putting the scissors back down. "I like your hair." I tell him as I sit on his lap, after he had sat down himself, and give him a peck on the lips.

For some reason, I'm suddenly reminded of how, not too long ago, I used to run away whenever Fang even tried to kiss me; and here I was, now being the one to actually start the kissing.

I open my eyes and smile at the thought as we continue to kiss, and at that Fang opens his eyes. He meets mine with a questioning look. I shake my head the slightest bit and he closes his eyes again, now being the one to smile when I open my mouth a little to take in a breath.

I close my eyes to enjoy the kiss, and out of nowhere, I get a sharp stabbing pain in my lower stomach and take in a quick ragged breath. Breaking the kiss and freaking Fang out while I do so.

"Max, what's wrong?" Fang asks, wide eyed.

I blow out a huge breath, "I- I don't know-" I tell him. "Ahh." I get up, only to clutch the sink, and bend to look at the ground. "Ow, ow, ow- Oh my god, this fucking hurts!" I scream.

"Is the baby coming?" Fang asks, scared. Wow, I've never heard him scared before. I kind of couldn't believe it so I looked up at his face, feeling the pain subside. His eyes were the widest I've seen anybody's and his mouth slightly opened.

I almost laughed at his face, but decided this was probably not the best time. Instead, I say "I don't know. I'm only like three months in." I say, a little scared myself. "Fang get the phone." I say.

A.N- Oh no! Is the baby coming now? I guess the only way to find out is for me to keep writing… Haha well anyways, thanks for reading, and please review for the continuation of this extra-long chapter to find out what happens next!

Question of the update: What kinds of music do you like best? I like alternative rock, screamo kind of things.

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