Author's Note: And Voila! Here is the fifth chapter of this odd story mwahahaha!

Disclaimer: Why would you think I own Maximum Ride? I mean, I'm not JP!

Ella and I got home around five, due to the fact that she decided to stop and chat with her friends before she finally followed me home. I swear, if I let her, she would talk the whole night away and we wouldn't get home until the next morning, no joke. Mom was in the kitchen starting dinner and poked her head around the corner as we walked inside. "What took you so long, girls? I was beginning to get worried..."

I groaned and rolled my eyes as Ella texted someone on her phone. "Ask her." I mumbled, jamming my thumb at her and dropping my backpack onto the back of the couch. "Anyways, how much longer until dinner?"

"About an hour or so. You have any homework?" Mom wiped her hands on her jeans and brushed some hair out of her eyes. I shook my head and she smiled. "Why don't you head over to the Martinez' house and I'll have Ella come over and get you." I never thought I would hear her say that, especially since my best friend was a guy, but then again, there was Iggy so she was okay with it.

"Really? Well, bye I guess." I said, waving before running out the door and across the street. I rang the doorbell and waited a few minutes, taking an interest in their doormat. Home Sweet Home. Well, I guess that's true...there was a soft thud before the door opened and Fang opened the door, looking upset until he saw me and his expression changed into it's normal, bored look. Maybe it was my imagination, but the slight tightening in his jaw told me otherwise. "Hey Ride, what's up?"

I rolled my eyes. Ever since the first day, he'd been calling me by my last name, knowing that it pissed me off, and more than once, I was tempted to slap him across the face. "The sky. Anyways, you wanna go somewhere? My mom said dinner won't be ready for another hour so I could come over and hang out with you."

Fang glanced over his shoulder before looking back at me. "Let me ask Mom real quick." He left the door open as he disappeared into the house and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with myself. A head full of blonde curls peeped around the corner and once they saw me, came sprinting into me, knocking me over. "MAX!" Angel squealed and I laughed, holding her tightly. "Hey Angel, how are you?"

Angel giggled and threw her skinny arms around my neck. I swear, this little girl would be the death of me. "Good! Big Brother and I were playing My Little Pet Shop on the Wii."

I laughed, finding it funny that Fang, of all people, would be playing something as cute and adorable as My Little Pet Shop. "Was he actually playing it?" She nodded, smiling. "Yeah! He said he was having a lot of fun!" I snorted, figuring that I'd have to ask him about it when he came back.

Just then, Fang came back from what I assumed was the kitchen, and nodded at me, brushing past Angel and giving her head an affectionate pat. "Come on." I stepped back outside and jogged down the three steps leading up to his house, hearing him close the door behind him. "So what are we doing again?"

I shrugged, rolling my eyes. "I told you, I just wanted to hang out with you until Mom finished with dinner. Why don't we go to the park or something? It's right down the street..." He doesn't respond which made it difficult to figure out if he wanted to or not but when I glanced over at him, he didn't seem unwilling, more like thoughtful. I sigh, turning my attention to the street in front of me. Sometimes I wished that he would tell me what he wanted or didn't want or better yet, express himself some more. I mean, it was nice not having someone to talk my ears off (cough, cough, Nudge, cough, cough) but I still wanted him to talk a little more. He was getting somewhat better at it since he moved here, though, so I guess that was an improvement on his part.

I kicked at a rock, sending it skittering down the sidewalk and Fang turned his attention to it, watching as we edged closer to it. Finally, something tugged at the corners of his mouth and he kicked it over to me. That's how the game started while we walked, the two of us kicking the rock back and forth before we finally reached the park. I settled myself on a swing and kicked off, taking an interest in the sky which was painted with orange, pink, and a dark blue. A few stars were beginning to peek through the darkening sky, already twinkling and shining brightly.

"So what's your favorite color?" I ask Fang and he glances over at me, confused for a moment before he realized what I was talking about. He raised an eyebrow at me as if it were obvious then I mentally smacked myself for being so stupid. "Black, obviously. What about you, Ride?"

I shrugged. "Blue."

He nodded, his long dark hair falling into his eyes. I wondered if it ever bothered him having it so long like that. I mean, didn't it get in his way at times? "So what's your favorite thing to do?"

I thought about it for a moment, pursing my lips. I had no clue how to answer that question, especially since I liked to do a lot of things. "I suppose...swimming, if that counts?" Fang snorted at that and I glared at him, daring for him to say something in which he didn't. So that's how we learned more about each other.

We sat there for at least an hour, talking about anything from what our favorite things were to how ninjas were better than zombies and things like that. I realized then how easy it was to talk to him without being so self conscious of myself. Iggy and I were the same way but Fang and I...we clicked. It was like a wall between us had broken and it felt as if I had known him all my life, that's how well we got along (save for the occasional insult and heated comment), but that was a different story.

My phone buzzed, making me jump and I quickly fished it out of my pocket, quickly scanning the message. It was Mom:

Dinner's ready, sweetie :) If it's okay with Fang, I already talked to his parents and they said he can have dinner with us

A grin spread across my face and I tapped Fang's arm, snagging his sleeve in my hand and dragging him off of the swing. "Come on, you're having dinner with us. Mom already talked to your Mom and Dad and they said it was fine." I added at his uncertain look. He nodded and together we walked back.

I ended up tackling him halfway through so by the time we got through the door, I was on his back, my fingers entangled in his hair, acting as if he were my steed. "Onwards to the kitchen, oh trusty steed!" See? My mom gave us a horrified look mixed with amusement and slowly set the plates down. "You kids have finally gone mad. What in the world am I going to do with you, Max?"

I grinned cheekily but yelped as Fang poked my side. His eyes lit up and I knew then that I was in trouble; he found my weakness. I gulped and slid down his back, chuckling at his now messy hair, and sat at the table, yawning. "Ella! Get yo butt downstairs!"

Ella shouted something back, but I couldn't understand what she said since she was in her room upstairs. That girl needed some common sense. Did she not know that we couldn't understand her? After a moment, she came down the stairs, fixing her makeup, and stopped when she saw us. She glanced at Fang and I sitting next to her and tried not to smile before she sat down next to mom.

We ate in silence, Mom making the occasional talk with us but Fang answered with a simple nod or one word. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk, especially since he was around people he didn't really know, so I poked him in the side. His eyes darted to me before answering my Mom's question, poking me back. I smirked and I saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips before it faded.

By the time dinner was over, we had gone into a full out poke war. He lunged, jabbing me in the side and I jumped, laughing. It wasn't fair, he was a lot quicker than I was! I darted forward and jumped on his back before poking his sides and he stumbled around, trying in vain to get away from me but I kept a tight hold on him.

He tripped as we entered the living room and fell on the couch, out of breath. He turned on me before I could get up and tickled my sides. I couldn't breath; I was laughing so hard. I hated when people tickled me. That was the one thing that I couldn't stand or get away from and it annoyed the Hell out of me.

Eventually, he stopped and I just kind of laid there, trying to catch my breath while Fang folded his arms over his chest, smirking. It wasn't fair at all! Then, an idea came to my mind and my expression darkened. Oh he was so going to get payback for attacking me. "So I heard from Angel that you were playing My Little Pet Shop earlier."

His face took on a horrified look and he stared at me. "I played it to keep her happy."

I raised an eyebrow. Was he really going to play Mr. Innocent? "Yet she told me that you said you were having fun."

He groaned and rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes. "I had to make her happy, okay? She would've been upset if I told her that I didn't like the game."

I rolled my eyes, standing up and stretching. "Whatever, Fangy-poo. You should probably head on home before your parents freak out." He shrugged and did the same, looking over at me. "Well...night, Max." He seemed to hesitate for a second before draping an arm around my shoulders and giving me somewhat of a hug.

I blinked in surprise as he pulled me into his hard, lean side before he let go and was gone, exiting the house. What the Hell was that?