A/N - Sooo, chapter 2 is up! This chapter is a bit longer than the last one, and i hope you like it!

*Some of the ideas in this chapter belong to my friends Fake Jang, Mazzy Pow, Nudge-the-penguin, and Hyat. They all gave me some tips! So thanks guys! :)

Disclaimer: My friends told me that i forgot to add one of these in, so i'm doing it now. i hope it still counts...

I do not own Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy or Angel. Or the actual book Maximum Ride. James Patterson does. And i do not own Lady Gaga (her manager owns her) Twilight or New Moon, or the Earth. (although owning the earth would be pretty cool...)

Just Breathe - Chapter 2: The trouble with bird-kids

Oh God. Oh dear freaking God. Why me? I thought these things only happen in embarrassing cheesy movies. Well, I guess that makes my life officially an embarrassing cheesy movie. GREAT.

"Fang, could you move over just a tad? You're taking up like, three quarters of the bed!"

Yeah, that's right folks. I, Maximum Ride, am sharing a bed with the utterly annoying wannabee emo bird-kid. And right now he is really really annoying me. We don't get to sleep in beds often, so one bed was a complete luxury for us; however I didn't know that sleeping in a single bed with another person would be this cramped and...hot.

"No." Wow, he's rude. "Just go to sleep."

"But Fang you're -" I was rudely interrupted with a very loud snore. Wait a second, Fang never used to snore...

"FANG, STOP MESSING WITH ME AND MOVE OVER!!!" What, you didn't think I can be tough?

No response. Just what I thought. I punched him really hard in the shoulder, which would break any normal human's shoulder blade easily. For us bird-kids, it would just hurt extremely badly for a while, but he'll live.

"Fang!" I hissed into his ear, and then started poking him in the chest. Hey, this is actually quite fun! I started poking him in time to a song that Iggy was humming on the flight to the hotel. It was something like "Love Game" by some weird lady with an even weirder name. It was catchy.

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick; I wanna take a ride on ya disco-stick! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Iggy started to do little dance moves in mid-flight, twirling around here and then. Fang and I started cracking up, seeing as Iggy thought that we were all too engaged in flying to look at him. Nudge joined in with Iggy and so did Angel. They mimicked his moves and flew in circles above him, giving the rest of the flock an air-concert. Iggy sure knows how to add some oomph into our lives!

Right, so now you're caught up on that detail, let's go back to the annoying-Fang-situation I'm in over here. He scooted over some more, and - started wrapping his arms around me? Okay, this guy is seriously gonna get it in the morning. I started to thrash around in his firm grip around me. I bashed the TV remote control on his head numerous times. Nothing. He wouldn't budge. Oh God, if there is a God up there somewhere, SAVE ME NOW!!!

Man it's really started to heat up in here. If I could just stretch out a bit and reach for the thermostat, I could turn it down a couple of notches. I stretched out of the bed as far as the sleeping-Fang would allow me to. Yes! I got it, now I just have to move the knob...

Max, what on Earth are you doing??? I couldn't help it - I shrieked. And then I fell out of the bed, which really hurt. Man, hotels are dangerous!

Oh, did I forget to mention? Our little six-year-old Angel is a sneaky, devious, miniature mind-reader. And she can send messages into your mind, like she just did now. She normally does it on the most convenient times. (note major sarcasm)

Thanks for scaring me to hell, Angel! Hey, I got you out of the bed, didn't I?! Yeah, whatever. But thanks. Fang is being so annoying. Could you read his mind for me and see if he's asleep? Sure Max!

There was a long silence, which meant that Angel was doing what I asked. Did I mention that I love her to bits?

Now that I was out of the bed, I felt like a bunny that had just come out of its burrow after a long winter; I was free! I glanced at the digital clock on the bed stand; it read 4:00AM. I definitely wouldn't be able to get any more sleep now, so I hopped onto the comfy couch in the corner of the suite and flicked on the TV. It was some weird film about vampires who are enemies with werewolves. Weird. People these days just don't know how to make good entertainment.

Hey Max? He's out cold alright. What did you do to his shoulder? In his dream he keeps complaining about how much his shoulder hurts, so I'm guessing it's got something to do with you.

He wouldn't move! Even punching him didn't wake him up! Anyway sweetie, get back to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.

Okay Max, sure thing! Don't do anything bad to Fang! I mean it!

I mentally rolled my eyes, and I heard Angel let out a big sigh, which I tried to ignore. I decided to watch this vampire film. Maybe it won't be so bad. I took a glance over at Fang, who was now sprawled over the entire bed, his head and feet were dangling off each end. Well, at least someone in here enjoyed themselves. On the TV, a brunette girl just rode away on a motor-cycle. That's what I feel like doing right now: flying away into the early rising sun, and letting all of my worries and thoughts drift out of my head.

-Max

A/N - Got any suggestions? Comments? You know what to do ;)

Oh and there's a new, original character coming soon...

Malli Ride