A/N

Hey guys! Here is chapter 6! YAY!

So, I know i haven't updated in a while but i was at my Grandmothers so, you know, no internet. So... Yeah. Sorry.

Anyway shout outs to Angelic Syntax,maximumridefan111, aquamisfit, watchthesunset37, Unicorn-Avian Girl, Thalia Michelem, MaximumRideFan6, Ilonieka1, wish2love4life, ...Fang, xoxoeosvugirl, TheNocturnalChandelier, JealousMindsThinkAlike, Catlover10808. Reveiwers for chapter 4 and 5.

Oh, and watchthesunset37, personally I love my scary movies but i like comedy better. Smilling is always better than screaming.

Chapter 7 – Is there such thing as peace?

Fang POV

It was about halfway through nightmare on elm street when I discovered a sleeping Max to my right. Her head lay on her arms, her beautiful blonde curls framing her face in the most perfect way, chocolate eyes closed, face soft and relaxed. How she managed to fall asleep during nightmare on elm street, I will never know.

I got up from my spot on her bed and turned off the TV and DVD player. When I returned, I gently placed the blue comforter, that was sitting over her desk chair, over Max's shoulders. What? I don't want her to get cold.

I climbed onto the bed silently, lying down in the same spot as before. It occurred to me that if she was awake she would make me sleep on the floor, but I don't care, she is asleep after all. A few whispers of uncontrollable, blonde hair fell over the little round face that was peacefully breathing about two inches in front of my own face. I gently reach over and brush them away with care.

She so beautiful. I thought.

Wait! Bad! She's just a friend, just a friend! You do not a have a crush on her! I rolled over to lie on my back, arms folding behind my head.

Okay maybe a little one.

What! No you don't! Shut up, and go to sleep!

I can't! I'm not tired!

Max's movement stopped my thoughts. She slowly shuffled over to where I lay and put her head on my chest. Oh god! What am I supposed to don now! Her hand laid next to her head and gently pulled on my black shirt, sighing slightly in her sleep. As she sighed I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her waist and pulling her further into me.

I felt unusually comfortable and, all of a sudden, tired. So I closed my eyes and within seconds I had fallen asleep.

MAX POV

I woke to a gentle morning light hitting my face. The room around me was bright and I guessed it was about eight in the morning, last night was the best sleep I have had in years. I closed my eyes again not wanting to wake up, the light also blinding me slightly.

I lay head back down on what I presumed was a pillow. How wrong I was. At first all I noticed the fact that it was harder than a normal pillow, but it was still comfortable so I still did not open my eyes. Second I noticed a beating sound under my ear. Hmm that is weird. Only when the pillow did move did my eyes snap open. Something or someone had pulled me closer. I looked down to notice a black shirt covered torso, then my eyes fell to olive skin that spread down to the persons feet from at the edge of a pair of black shorts. I lifted my head to look at the persons face. They had black bangs that fell perfectly over his eyes, completely obscuring the left from vision, the face was soft but had strong angles, a small half smile graced his lips.

Fang. Fang was holding me close as possible to his body, while he slept.

I knew it was wrong. I mean he wasn't even supposed to be on the bed. But I couldn't resist putting my head back down on he chest and listening to his steady heart beat. I trialled my hand from his chest down to his stomach. What? He looked built, I was just checking if he was. After all his arms are all muscle... Yep he was built. Eight perfectly toned abs lay under my hand. I traced them slowly, I couldn't help my self.

I felt Fangs body tense beneath my own. Uh oh. He is awake and I am still tracing his abs! Umm... What to do? What to do? Think Max think! You can find a way out of this! Your the great Maximum Ride... Wait! Did I just say Maximum Ride! What! That is Fang's name not mine! I was almost at the point of hyperventilating.

Maybe you want to be Maximum Ride. A small, yet annoying, voice said from somewhere with in my mind.

Fuck! I am going insane!

"Arrrr, Max?" Fang's voice brought me back from my thoughts. "What are you doing?"

Oh god! What to say? What to say!

"Umm, well I was sleeping. But now..." I left my sentence hanging.

"Yeah no, I got that. Just why were you tracing my abs?"

"What?" I asked innocently. "Ohhhhhh. Umm I didn't realise." I wasn't sure that would pass.

"Oh... Ok. I thought maybe I would make pan cakes for breakfast."

"Ok, sounds cool." Oh thank GOD that excuse passed. That excuse passed?

"Cool." It was silent for a minuet. "Max. I need to get up to make them."

"Oh right." I said rather lamely.

"So... do you mind, umm, getting up then?"

"Ohhhhh. Right." I basically jumped up off of Fang, but then I managed to land on the ground on my back.

"Arrrrrr, you alright?"

"Yep, fine." I said through gritted teeth as I ignored the major pain the ripped through my already broken ribs. "Urrrr. Ribs."

"Oh my god." Fang rolled of the bed onto the ground next to me. "I forgot." He picked me up in a bridal style.

"You don't need to carry me."

"Sure I don't." He rolled his eyes.

Ten minutes later Fang was holding a spatula and the first golden pancake was sizzling away on the pan, the spectacular smell wafting through the house. My mouth was basically drooling. Pancakes were almost as good as cookies. Not that I get either often, I can barely even use the microwave without something blowing up. Something usually being ME. Iggy finds it hilarious, I find it painful. Having to regrow your eyebrows isn't fun.

"Hey Max?" Fang said.

"Yeah." I said dreamily, my mind still consumed with delicious food.

"Can you make the next few, I have to ring my mom. Make sure she is okay, you know." Well, he has to go call his mother. But I can't be left alone to cook, I shouldn't be cooking at all!

"Yeah. That's okay." What! Why did you say that! Totally NOT okay!

"Thanks." He handed me the spatula, while exiting the kitchen and pulling his phone from his pocket.

"Oh great." I said aloud. Calm down Max you can do this. Your Maximum Ride... Wait! Not again! NOT Maximum Ride. Maximum Martinez. M-A-R-T-I-N-E-Z! God, what is wrong with me today?

In my anger, with myself, I picked up the cooking sherry that was on the bottle shelf and not the olive olive. I realised just as I was pouring it onto the pan pulling it back at the last moment meant the alcohol land on the flame. Not a good thing on a gas stove.

Immediately the pan and surrounding bench top were surrounded by an angry yellow flame.

"FIRE!" I screamed!

I ripped the fire extinguisher off it's holder on the wall and unleashed it's content on the fire with a WHOOSH!

Fang ran full pelt into the kitchen. "God Max. Two minuets I am gone and you not only burn the pancakes but the kitchen as well. Wow. That's skill."

"Oh shut up. I have told you before I don't cook. AT ALL!" I basically screamed.

"Okay, okay. Stop screaming. Your hurting my ears."

"Aww, am I hurting poor Fangys ears with all my screaming." I walked over to him and grabbed his ear and screamed into it, as loud as I could, "Sorry Fang."

"Oww."

"You deserved it."

"Whatever." Just as he said this something caught my eye through the lounge curtain I saw a black van.

"Oh no." Fang traced my line of vision.

"Is that another one of those trucks from the school?"

"Yep." The car kept driving slowly down my street. Until something was thrown out of the front passenger side window and smashed through my lounge room window.

It was a ball with a little red light on it that was flashing very fast. It landed right next to my left foot. I froze, so did Fang. But only for a second because then the light stopped flashing and it exploded...

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