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Happy thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it

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The next morning, I woke up, feeling alert and rested. Then, I thought back to the events from the night before. I was surprised when I remembered what had happened.

Fang had finally stopped kissing me. I looked at him at muttered, "Um- maybe- you might have been right about some things- ya' know what I mean," it was more of a mumble than anything else.

He had grinned at me and nodded, but I wasn't embarrassed. I felt better for some reason. I guess that I had needed to finally admit to myself that I had feelings for Fang. Maybe saying it to him had been the right thing to do. I finally knew that I was alright. Fang hadn't rejected me and everything was- and I couldn't believe that I was saying this- wonderful. Sure, we will on the run from God-knows-what, but finally I could trust Fang again. He could truly be my right hand man and everyone would at least more comfortable

Now that I thought back, I could still feel happy. After that epiphany, I had gone to sleep, with Fang taking watch. I had no qualms about letting him look over the entire flock, he was safe.

Apparently, he had been a kind of gentleman and let me sleep the rest of the night, what a luxury, a whole nights rest.

I stretched and sat up, looking around for everyone else. I smelled smoke, apparently they had woken up and not told me.

"Hey guys," I muttered, "What's goin' on?"

The flock turned around to face me. "Max! You're up!" Nudge, of course, to which I nodded, "We're making some of these cool burrito things, for breakfast."

I sniffed the air, "Smells great," this was probably due to my inferior cooking skills, eggs were beyond me, "Where'd you get the food?"

"Fang got it," Angel said, a tiny secret smile in my direction.

I blushed, hearing Fang's name. I tried to avoid his eyes. Also, Angel now knew exactly what had happened, that was an awkward thought. She was only six, for gosh sakes.

"Don't worry Max," her voice sounded in my head, I rolled my eyes, and "It's just like a fairy tale."

I kept my mind from thinking snide thoughts around the lines of how fractured that "fairy tale" might be.

"So…" Iggy began and coughed.

"So what?"

"So- what's happening next?"

"Um- Mexico," I said, confused at his question.

"How?" he asked, "Fang got newspaper today and there was some mention of 'border fence' and illegal immigrants."

I rolled my eyes, "In case you've been under a rock for fourteen years, we can fly."

Everyone laughed, including me. Fang looked at me and my heart jumped.

"I guess that might help," Iggy conceded.